Stepmom Cold Bed
Suspicions

Two tombs are in front of Maureen. The tomb became the final resting place of his parents.

In July about nine years ago, these two men left Maureen for good. Date one and date eight are the dates that have always traumatized Maureen and have never been able to sleep well until now.

He grew up without his parents. At a young age, he had to live alone. Taking care of himself when little Maureen is a spoiled child.

After the departure of her parents, Maureen preferred to stay in an orphanage. He felt a very drastic change in his life. Although Widya loves him fairly, treating him is the same as treating other orphanages, but the affection of her parents can never be replaced.

Today, he returned to the tomb of his parents. It is far away from the home. In his hand he carried a bucket of flowers that he placed on the navel of his parents, as well as a sow that he sprinkled on top of the navel.

While pensive to remember the good memories with his parents, Maureen rubbed the two tombstones, then he kissed with love and longing.

“Pah, Mah, I'm coming,” Maureen is sitting in the space between the grave of her mother and father. He sprinkled the rest of the flowers on top of the two umbilicals.

His round eyes stared at the two tombs that always made his heart feel broken. Their togetherness first, only a story remains that makes his heart grimace sick.

“Do you miss me?" in that sentence Maureen tried to smile even though her breath felt choked.

"Well, Dad, can you see that I'm growing well? I became quite a successful woman and occupied an important position. Unfortunately, that important position I got in the company that destroyed our happy family.”

A drop of Maureen's tears came back.

“Mah, Pah. I want so badly to destroy them, to destroy the company that made me lose you,”

Maureen was silent for a while, she bowed while holding her chest that felt tight.

Once then he rubbed his tears violently then looked at the two names that always made him want to destroy Anggoro corp.

“I want to destroy the place, make them pay for what they've done to you. But then I realized, there are many souls hanging their lives and futures there.”

“What should I do now, Mah, Pah?”

Maureen gripped the grass that grew around her. His teeth until it was grinding violently held the dilemma in his heart.

A leaf fell on Maureen's lap. He took frangipani leaves that covered the graves of his parents.

“Are you guys trying to cheer me up?” maureen asked with an increasingly sad look.

He could not even continue his sentence. Only a languid bow with sadness filled the recesses of his heart.

He thought, is it possible that he used the wrong way to avenge her? If it turns out he will feel unbearable to the people he already knows, should not he never enter the company and destroy it from a distance only?

“Akh shit!” maureen grunts when she realizes that what she did was wrong. He should never have been involved with Anggoro and his company personally. Because this makes it difficult for Maureen to arrange her strategy.

It is like being at a crossroads. He doesn't know which direction he should go. How should he get his revenge now?

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By nightfall, Maureen had just returned to the orphanage. The sound of her car engine roaring made Widya look at her from the porch of the house. It seemed that the woman had been waiting for Maureen from earlier. He smiled slightly as he greeted Maureen who got out of her car.

"Aren't you wearing a jacket, Mo?" the woman asked, removing the scarf around her neck. She wanted to put it on Maureen but the girl refused.

"I'm fine, Mom." He held Widya's hand so as not to remove the scarf.

"Then, come in. Let me make you a warm drink." Widya walked first in front of Maureen. He smiled when he realized that his foster child was still the same, did not like to be pitied.

Maureen followed Widya all the way to the kitchen. He sat on the dining table chair while Widya made him a warm drink.

"The road's good, right, Mo? When you get there the road is still fixed." Widya tries to divert Maureen's mind from the memory of her parents.

If it had been silent like this, let alone clenched his hands, it was certain that Maureen was recalling her anger. He also did not care about the sentence that came out of Widya's mouth. Even though under normal conditions, Maureen always responds to anything Widya said with patience.

"Drink," lucky Widya has long known Maureen so he memorized the true habits of her loving daughter.

Maureen's white hand gripped the glass Widya had proffered. The warm glass walls made him feel comfortable. Lembang air is always very cold compared to other places.

"Do you feel better?" ask Widya.

Maureen did not answer, but she took a sip of warm tea in her hand.

"A little bit" he said slowly.

Widya gave a small smile, at least Maureen's voice had sounded calm.

Widya seemed to reach into something from her pocket, then put it in front of her and Maureen.

"What's this?" Maureen stared alternately at a button and Widya's face.

"That's a button that my mother fat in the hand of your mother, when she died," Widya said.

It was obvious that Maureen was stunned. It seems true that his neighbor said that someone came to his house before his mother decided to end her life.

According to witnesses, his mother yelled and cursed at someone and even hit the person. But unfortunately, until now Maureen never knew who came to her house and made her mother decide to commit suicide.

The man who owns this button?

Suddenly, Maureen moved out of her place. He looks rushed.

"Where are you going?" quickly Widya held Maureen's hand.

"I have to make sure who owns these buttons, ma'am," Maureen said with an agitated face.

"No, Son. It's a shame, sit down." Widya actually held Maureen's hand from leaving.

"But I have to make sure. I have to convince myself that Anggoro isn't lying." Maureen's eyes already looked red and held a lot of anger.

"Then what would you do if it turned out that this did not belong to Anggoro? Can you stop?" timpal Widya quickly.

Maureen fell silent, she sat weakly in place. Widya is right, what should she do if these buttons really do not belong to Anggoro?

"Mo," Widya touched Maureen's cold, pale hands.

"Mom always hoped that you would end this. I don't want you to get hurt for a long time because you keep looking for who that man is. Don't you feel tired?" ask Widya slowly.

"What does mother mean?" Maureen barked, she looked at Widya with anger.

"Mom wants me to stop looking for who made my mom think about ending her life?" Maureen looked at Widya cluelessly.

"Mom's worried about you, son. I don't want you to continue to hold grudges like this. I don't want you to lose everything because you keep chasing and finding out who that person is. Even if that person was really Anggoro, what would you do? What kind of answer will you ask for? Hasn't that man been gone forever?" Widya with a sense of anxiety to Maureen.

"What do I have now? " Maureen asked back. Look at her red, wet eyes full of pain.

"Since my parents left, I don't even know who I really am. I never get to sleep well and even feel guilty every time I remember the wonderful memories I had with my parents."

"Then, do you want me to just let go of the owner of this button? Where's possible?!" Maureen smiled sinisterly with tears dripping down. His lips trembled withstanding the cry he wanted to shed.

"Anggoro is gone but he leaves with all his secrets. He never said who made my parents fall. Maybe it was himself or perhaps someone who at this moment could still laugh happily over my suffering."

"How could you tell me to just let go of that guy. Huh, how could it be?" Maureen shook Widya's arms but the woman did not answer.

He could only cry in front of Maureen, crying over the suffering of his foster daughter that he could not end.

Not getting an answer from Widya, Maureen decides to leave the woman. With a careless step, he set his foot step by step towards the room.

His shoulders were so heavy but he had nowhere to lean. Then, is there no other choice but to straighten himself and his head?

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