Stepmom Cold Bed
A different feeling

Ending a call from Maureen is like ending a meeting. There was fear in Byan's heart that he might never see his stepmother again.

Why should there be such a feeling? Didn't he want Maureen to leave the Anggoro corp from the beginning? Shouldn't he be happy because he could eventually surpass Maureen and make her give up?

He should feel happy and relieved but in fact he even felt afraid and anxious.

“Excuse me, Sir. Doctor Faisal has arrived. He will check the condition of Mr.”'s feet Riswan's voice shattered Byan's mind.

“Oh yes, tell meet me in the room,” says Byan later.

“Good, Mr.” Riswan goes to call Faisal's doctor while Byan goes to his room.

He tried to get out of the wheelchair, resting on one leg only and then moved little by little to the middle of the mattress, as Maureen had taught.

He waited for a while while looking at the white canvas that he felt like he wanted to gamble.

“Goodnight, Young master.” The distinctive voice of Doctor Faisal was heard in the mouth of the door.

“Dock night, logged in.” Byan straightened his body, welcoming the doctor's arrival.

“Thank you. How are you now, does his leg still feel very sore or is there tingling?” doctor Faisal sat on the chair beside Byan's bed.

“Sickness only occasionally, no tingling at all. There's just a little bit of itching. But it seems to have improved after my feet drink coffee.”

Byan glanced in annoyance at Melda who was standing beside Riswan. The girl did not dare to raise her face even a little when she realized that she had made a cast of Byan wet because of the coffee she spilled.

“Hahahaha .. if you can joke like this anyway, it seems to have healed yes.” Doctor Faisal commented.

Byan just smiled wryly because he thought Melda's behavior was not funny, but annoying.

“Is there any medicine that can make me can run immediately?” challenge Byan in annoyance. His condition like this was truly torturous.

“Whatever the young master is going to run to?” doctor Faisal slowly opened the bandage and looked at the cast. Worried that coffee water got into the crevice of the cast.

“Ya, anywhere. I feel very attached.” Byan with his skeptical attitude.

“Izin I check first yes, maybe I should open the cast first.”

“Please,” Byan chiming in coldly.

He noticed Faisal's doctor doing his job. Open casts little by little with various tools. The longer the legs of Byan look the more obvious. His feet were reddish like irritation.

“You have allergies, Mister?” Doctor Faisal noticed Byan's feet were reddish and slightly swollen.

“Yes, I'm allergic to seafood.” Sahutan Byan sounded resolute, making Melda further lower her head.

“Then against certain substances? Besides food of course.”

“I don't know,”

Doctor Faisal nodded in understanding.

“I try to beat the legs of the master with elastic bandage first yes, because it seems like the skin of the master is quite sensitive to the material of the cast. But please keep minimalizing the movement on this finger. Try to keep his position well hampered. The day after tomorrow, we will try the X-ray, hopefully the healing is fast,” explained Dr. Faisal.

“Good doc, thank you.”

Byan's legs begin in an elastic bandage wrap. It feels more comfortable than wearing a cast that sometimes feels itchy but can not scratch. At the very least, the other toes can still move.

After the examination, Byan rested again. He went to the back garden to make a painting.

“For a while, don't disturb the young master. You can go home first. If you need anything, I will contact,” Riswan told Melda. All day long, I don't know how many times this girl cried. It seems Meldapun need to refresh himself to be better prepared to face Byan tomorrow.

The watercolor was already near Byan and the brush began to be scratched on the canvas surface. I don't know what images Byan made because there is no clear shape. But, by painting, Byan looks more calm and stable emotions. It seems like the best break for him.

“You want coffee, Mister?” asked Riswan who was standing behind Byan.

Riswan nodded obediently before then leaving his young master.

The quiet atmosphere of the night, made Byan really feel alone. Only the colors on his palette accompanied him at this moment. Beautifully lit garden lights also helped him make paintings.

The longer, the more patterned Byan's paintings become. If you look closely, the abstract painting depicts a face. Yes, the face that Byan is missing.

He smiled a little at that face. He remembered the conversation this afternoon with Maureen. Exactly a conversation that is like a farewell sentence for them.

Byan's heart, feels bad. To get rid of his anxiety, he took his cell phone and searched for Maureen's name. Not a text message he sent, but a voice message.

“Where are you? What's sleeping?” the voice mail was sent byan to Maureen.

He waited for a while until Maureen listened to his message and hoped to reply. It had only been a few seconds that he had sent that voice message but it felt like a long time ago. He thought that Maureen might be angry.

Notification of the incoming message that sounded to make Byan stunned, he was very sure that Maureen replied to his message.

Right no, when Byan saw the screen of his phone, his smile immediately rose.

“I'm having dinner outside.” Maureen replied to her message, not only with writing but also with a picture of the beach that glittered in the light of the lights.

“Good views. Is the food good?” Byan's curious. The voice mail back he sent.

“Enak, but you won't like it because it's seafood.” Maureen replied with a smile that made Dita pay attention to her.

After replying to the message, Maureen continued to eat but was not tired earlier.

“What is young master?” I wonder if I don't ask.

Maureen nodded. “He again joined,” said Maureen who tried to hide her smile in front of Dita.

“So not sure he's joining again?” Back to asking. From the faint voicemail he heard, it felt like the man did not join. Because people join there is no such profound voice.

“Yes. Besides corking him is spoiled too. I'm head three but still like to whine.” Maureen put back her spoon and sipped her drink. His stomach was suddenly full after replying to a message with Byan.

“I think he's not joining. But, she misses sister.” Dita said nosily, she even smiled wryly at Maureen.

“Mana there! I'm her stepmother, Ta. There are no stepchildren who miss their stepmother. There is also sebel and gedek.” Maureen chimed with confidence.

Dita was about to chimed in but hunted there was an incoming message from Byan and heard by both.

“What seafood allergy can be cured? I want to eat seafood on the beach like that? It seems fun especially if there is a nemenin.”

“I'm here alone. Although not the seafood I eat, but I feel that my throat is swollen and starting to tight.”

After that sentence, Maureen and Dita looked at each other. Dita smiled meaningfully but Maureen immediately turned her face reddish.

“It was too special to be called a stepchild's attention,” Dita's comments that made Maureen hold her smile. I don't know why his heart had to pound after hearing Byan's words a moment ago.

Maureen did not answer. He chose to move and bring drinks that he had not spent.

“You want to come?” haggling Maureen while pointing with the corner of her eyes, people who were partying on the beach. They dance under the music of Rege.

“Kuys, gas!”

Dita was immediately excited. He tied his hair high-stinged, showing his level leharnya. Then throw the jacket that he was wearing and walk down the beach.

While Maureen is still with the previous look, it is quite closed because it uses the outer and her hair is left untouched. He was not used to letting others see his neck intact, except for one man who had seen it, Byan.

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