Stepmom Cold Bed
Smart to worry

Today felt very different for Byan. At six in the morning, Byan had finished bathing and shaved his mustache and beard. But, ten minutes had passed from the time it should have been, Maureen had not come yet. Though, he was already preparing to wait for Maureen to dress him up. His message last night has not been read to date. Several times I checked it and still just disappointed that he got.

A knock on the door, made Byan smile happily. Hah, apparently he was just impatient. A few minutes late will not change a lot of things right, as long as the coming is still Maureen.

“Log in,” says Byan with his firm voice.

“Good morning sir,” greet a servant who appears in front of his bedroom door.

“What's up?” byan's voice timbre instantly changed. He thought the one who came was Maureen but it turned out to be a waiter.

“Please excuse me, sir. I'd like to deliver your coffee.” The servant remained bowed before his young master.

“Why did you make it? Why not Maureen?” Byan took over the coffee and put it on the table. He did not want anyone other than Riswan and Maureen to be too free to enter his room.

“The young lady is unwell, sir. So he asked for my help to make coffee for master,” explained the waiter.

A bit of a lie by saying that Maureen is not well according to the message of her young mistress. Though his young mistress did not sleep all night. He continued to sit in front of the window of his room, staring at the dark sky that had turned bright.

His eyes were sharp with black circles around his eyes. Not only because he did not fall asleep but also because all night he cried, crying over every memory that passed through his mind.

“What pain? Why didn't he tell me directly?” Byan looked panicked. He immediately took his shirt and put it on. Fortunately he had dressed the t-shirt inside so it was time to get ready not too long.

“Go, let me check for myself the condition of Maureen.” Byan gave the order again.

“Please excuse me, sir. But the young mistress forbade anyone from entering her room. He needs to be alone and rest. That's what he ordered me.” The waiter immediately prevented Byan at the request of his young mistress.

“What is he sick of? The disease is contagious until I can't see it?” Byan did not accept. He thought, who would dare to forbid him from meeting Maureen.

“Sorry sir, I just delivered a message young mistress.”

“Ya already, get you out. I can pinpoint Maureen myself.” Byan persisted, leaving the maid speechless but obedient.

The waiter rushed away, while Byan immediately tidied up his appearance. He wears a tie but as usual, it is not as neat as Maureen's.

“Akh, shit!” Byan was upset himself. It's hard to take care of himself if there's no Maureen like this. He took his tie off and threw it into the bed. There was nothing more important now, other than meeting Maureen in her room.

“Maureen, Maureen!” Byan knocked on Maureen's room door loudly.

“This is me Byan. Waiter says you're sick, open the door, let me check.” The man shouted loudly from the door of Maureen's room.

Maureen does not chim in. He was still silent by sitting leaning on the sofa and his head lowered between his legs. He hugged both feet tightly.

“Maureen, do you hear me? Open the door for a second, let me check how badly you're hurting? Maybe I can help you. I can also take you to the hospital.” Byan twirled Maureen's door knob open but Maureen locked it.

“Maureen-“

“Good morning sir,” greet the new Riswan coming. His greeting paused the efforts of Byan summoning Maureen for the umpteenth time.

“Pagi. Riswan, this is Maureen she said is sick but she doesn't want to open the door. Can you find me the spare key to this room? I'm afraid something bad happened to Maureen.” Byan was in a hurry when he spoke. He was really worried about his stepmother and the woman he loved.

“Sorry sir, but I think it's good we let the young mistress to rest for a while. He needs to recover.”

Riswan, who understands Maureen's condition, tries to mediate. Of course, there are many things that must be addressed in Maureen, especially about her feelings that are hurt not only because of the death of her parents but also because of the reality that Riswan is trying to cover up. Riswan understood that completely.

“Hah, I'm getting less and less. What if he collapses inside again and we don't know? It's possible that Maureen needs our help.” Byan remained with his prejudices full of fear.

“Go Byan, don't bother me. I just need to rest.” Maureen's voice was then heard.

“Maureen, you hear me?” Byan immediately put his ear on the door leaf. Just beside Maureen who was also standing behind the door there.

“Yes. I'm fine, just need a break. So go.” Maureen with her voice slightly hoarse.

“You need something Maureen? Your voice's hoarse. Maybe you need ginger water or something, let me make it. But please, open the door for a moment. One minute, I just want to make sure that you're really okay.”

“Go Byan! Don't like whining! Don't you understand what I'm saying?” maureen's voice instantly rose until Byan was stunned.

“I-iya, I'm leaving. If you've already said gini, I'm sure that you just need time.” Byan finally relented, allowing Maureen to breathe a sigh of relief.

He also needs someone to accompany him. But he wasn't sure that Byan was the right person. After all, he was part of the Anggoro family.

“Maureen, I'll be home in time. What do you want me to buy?” Byan is still trying to pay attention.

“No Byan, just go.” Maureen's voice weakened again.

“Why do you keep telling me to go, you're really okay right?” byan's feelings are not even more uncertain.

Maureen did not reply, she returned to her couch and laid her body there. Of course he was not okay and Byan's question even made his feelings more broken. He cried with the mouth that he filled with his own hands.

“Please, sir.” Riswan regained his senses with Byan. He asks Byan to leave Maureen's room immediately.

Byan had to get out of his place. “He was very good at making me worry,’ muttered Byan who could still hear Riswan.

The old man's feelings were the same, worried but he had no other choice but to leave Maureen alone for a while.

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