Stepmom Cold Bed
Accompany at the lowest point

Staring at Maureen who was lying weak like this, was always a nightmare for Byan. This was the second time Byan had seen Maureen this weak. The usual stern woman said clearly and straightforwardly like she was starting to lose her defense.

Currently, Maureen was just an ordinary woman who needed her protection. He needs protection from many things including from nightmares that make his sleep is not sound. I don't know what dreams appear in Maureen's subconscious until the girl scrunches her forehead. Byan rubbed Maureen's forehead gently. Wipe his cold sweat with his bare hands. A little so as not to disturb Maureen's sleep.

Dr Faisal said Maureen was still under the influence of her alcoholic drink. He spent almost a bottle of drink to relieve his sadness that could never be lost. Just get distracted.

Doker Faisal also said, after Maureen muttered, maybe the girl would vomit, after which Byan was asked to give warm water little by little. It was easy enough for Byan. It is not difficult let alone object to keeping the woman he loves very much.

An hour had passed, Maureen had just moved her fingers held by Byan. The restless Byan immediately checked on Maureen's condition. He saw Maureen's eyes twitching.

“You're awake?” ask Byan slowly.

Maureen did not reply, but woke up immediately. Byan's hand he shook, he needed to cover his mouth with his own hands. He was very sick and felt like vomiting.

“Do not go alone, let me help.” Byan immediately pulled Maureen's hand to put it around her neck and carried the woman to the bathroom. He hurriedly carried Maureen and brought her to stand in front of the toilet.

“Vomit if you want to vomit.”

“HUWEK!” sure enough Maureen spewed out her stomach contents which made her nauseous.

Byan faithfully flushed the toilet without any protest. He also held Maureen's long hair and massaged Maureen's neck without the slightest disgust.

“Huwekk!” maureen still wanted to spit out her entrails but it seemed to be empty. Of course, because all day Maureen does not fill her stomach with anything other than alcoholic beverages.

“Come out Byan, this is so disgusting.” Maureen, who had just realized that Byan was by her side, pushed the man away.

“I'm not disgusted, you don't ask me to leave. I'm not going anywhere anymore.” Byan insists on accompanying Maureen.

“Huweekk.” Maureen's voice still resonates in the bathroom. There is still no digestive residue that comes out because the stomach is completely empty. There was only stomach liquid that made his mouth feel extremely bitter.

He sat in front of the closet, his body very weak.

“If it's done, we go back to the room.” Byan looked at Maureen worriedly. The woman looks very weak. With sweat pouring out and his face deathly pale.

Maureen tried to get up, not caring about Byan's outstretched hand. He tried to get up on his own, it was enough to trouble Byan.

“Get me,” bargain Byan when Maureen can already stand perfectly.

“I can do it myself.” Maureen chose to walk on her own. Staggered to get to the top of Byan's bed.

“Don't be stubborn Maureen, you can fall.” Byan carried Maureen without warning until she could not resist as Byan held her and laid her on the bed. Maureen was no longer protesting, her strength was too weak just to protest against Byan's indiscriminate attitude.

Byan enveloped Maureen who had returned to sit on her bed. He sat next to Maureen. Take warm water that has been prepared.

“Minum, this will make you feel better.” Byan thrust a glass of water at Maureen. He took a sip of water in the glass a little at a time until his empty throat and stomach were warm and comfortable.

“You eat now? Doctor says your stomach needs to be filled.” Byan looked at Maureen worriedly.

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“No need, I am not hungry.” Maureen turned her face away from Byan. Again, he had to rely on these men.

“I have a deposit from Riswan for you. I'll give it to you if you want to eat.” Byan gave the woman a choice.

“Mana? I want to see.” Maureen cares more about the thing she says Riswan is holding. He wanted to know what Riswan had left to his stepson.

“Maureen, you've been through a lot of sad things. Why not be a little kind to your body. Don't torture your body like this, I beg you,” pinta Byan seriously.

Byan grabbed Maureen's hand, then grasped it tightly.

“Quickly give me that item. I want to see it.” Maureen with her stubbornness.

Maureen did not budge, only her eyes turned red again without any meaningful tears. Maybe her tears are dry.

Seeing Maureen who was just speechless, Byan took the food that had been prepared since. The food is still warm because it was only a while ago delivered by the waiter. Byan removed the plastic wrapping that covered the vegetable bowl and took it a little with a spoon.

“Eat.” Byan thrust the food on the spoon at Maureen.

Maureen stared at the food with nanar. To be honest he had no appetite but Byan was right that he still needed a source of energy to survive.

Without a doubt Maureen also ate the food that Byan put into her mouth. He chewed the food slowly with a stifled cry. He is not so concerned with the taste of this food, because it has been a long time since not enjoying the sensation of any food. He only knew that he had to fill his body with rice and various side dishes.

Byan smiled with relief, because Maureen was finally willing to eat. He rubbed Maureen's head affectionately and the woman did not respond. Keep staring at a point in front of him. He fed Maureen patiently, occasionally wiping the corners of Maureen's lips that still left food scraps. Maureen could feel the warmth of Byan's treatment towards her.

Half a plate of food was eaten by Maureen. He no longer wanted to continue eating with any persuasion.

“You promised to give me something. Please give it now.” Maureen was impatient.

“Ya, I promise.” Byan grabbed Maureen's hand that looked up to him and then grasped it tightly.

“But promise me that you will be fine,” pinta Byan really.

Maureen did not agree, she just looked at her hand held by Byan.

“I want to see it now. Please give it to me.” It's not Maureen's name if it's not stubborn like this.

Byan had no other choice. He took the file from his drawer and gave it to Maureen.

“I know, it won't be easy for you Maureen, but I beg you, toughen up.” Byan rubbed Maureen's shoulder to strengthen the woman. But Maureen did not budge, of course he was tough so he could survive so far. He looked at the project documents that he had read a quarter before then captured Anggoro and replaced it with a piece of paper agreement. His heart was pounding, like there was a reality that was preparing to watch for a moment more.

“I will wait on the balcony, you have enough time with yourself, I will not bother him,” stressed Byan who then left Maureen alone.

Byan was silent on the balcony, from the glass window he saw Maureen who began to open the page of the document. He saw Maureen smiling and even laughing but then he cried. Crying a mouthful while rubbing her tears violently.

Tears washed over the surface of the book. Verily Byan could not bear to see Maureen like this but he could not disturb Maureen at this time. Maureen did not need any help from him other than the immense permacluman from Byan.

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For more than an hour Maureen tried to digest what she had read. He was alone with many thoughts in his head.

In the end, he realized that Renita's words that said that her father died not because of an accident, were true. From this evidence he realized that his father had been killed.

Maureen could sigh in relief even though the anger in her chest did not go away. But at least he could admit one thing, his father did not commit negligence that harmed many people. His mother was not someone who was making up, looking for enough evidence just to bring down Anggoro corp and ask for services for greater losses. She just needs justice for her husband.

Given that, Maureen's heart was getting ripped apart. The shadow of Malik and Renita's face whirled in his head and made him miss the two people he loved so much.

Finished reading the document, Maureen laid her body down. He covered his body which was suddenly cold after being very sultry. He lined up sideways accompanied by a circle of tears that moistened the roll that he embraced. His heart was miserable but he could never repeat anything.

Byan chose to go into the room. He approached Maureen and sat down beside the woman.

“Hey,” Byan rubbed Maureen's back gently. Maureen did not chimed in, only her crying voice grew louder.

Unexpectedly, Byan pulled Maureen's body and then he hugged and the girl was crying in Byan's arms.

Yes, her crying was very loud. It doesn't matter if people hear it. All this time he hid his tears alone, very tight and painful. But this time, it was like being a turning point where he could spill his feelings on Byan's chest.

It turns out he needs Byan. He needs Byan's shoulders and arms. No Maureen denied that the presence of Byan is very necessary. For a while, Maureen cried in Byan's arms until her feelings got better and Byan faithfully accompanied the woman through the most difficult time to accept all the realities that had been just wishful thinking.

"Maureen, I know, you're strong. Much stronger than this."

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