
A week passed since the incident, Fay became even more quiet. He still lives in the mansion, Arlan who escorts him after Yuri's health is declared in stable condition.
Fay initially refuses, but she eventually agrees after the doctor persuades her. However, his current state needs to be considered. For the sake of the child, Fay decides to survive in a luxurious mansion that is more like hell to him. He did not want this child to be born without status, without a father. Because he knows very well how painful it is to live without a father.
Fay never expected Vano to admit a child in her womb, but her status was worth more if she persisted. At least the boy still had a father even if it was just a name.
Vano never came, only Arlan occasionally visited him. Various reasons used, files left behind, Vano clothes, even something trivial other. Fay no longer cares, the most important thing now is that he still has a proper shelter for himself and his future baby. This mansion was the dowry that Vano gave him. So, he was fully entitled to this mansion.
"Non, your breakfast is ready," call Ms. Rum.
The woman had repeatedly called Fay to deliver her morning breakfast. However, Fay was still pensive. His gaze was blank, his face was left to nothing, exposed to the warm yellowish light in the dazzling morning was not heeded by him.
"Miss Fay" said Rum once again. His hand touched his employer's shoulder to the highest point.
"Ah, Sister Rum. Just be surprised." Fay clucked in annoyance when his funeral was interrupted.
"I'm sorry, but the breakfast if it's not eaten is now cold. If it's cold it doesn't taste good anymore" rum's Mbak cerocos.
"Yes, yeah. I'll eat, Mommy."
"Certainly, huh?"
"Yes, you're so chatty."
Rum's mom would rather Fay scold him than see him pensive. He did not know the problem that Fay was facing, but the woman of Javanese-Sundanese descent just guessed that Fay was longing for his Master.
"Non miss Mr Vano?" ask him with a sinless face.
Fay rolled his eyeballs, from where could Rum get such an idea?
"No, whoever misses" he said.
"Oh, wear shy everything. I've also experienced it." Rum's own smile overshadowed her past with her late husband.
"No need to fantasize, huh."
Undeniably, there is something empty in this house without the presence of Vano. Even when together, only debate for the sake of the debate they went through. But it can give its own color in a house this wide.
"Long live" said Mbak Rum.
"Well, who's having a birthday?"
"That's ...." Rum pointed to an Italian sports car entering the mansion's courtyard. "Ciye, who can't wait to meet ayang beb," ledek the woman.
"Bak Rum don't have to, who wants to see him?" ketus Fay's.
Mbak Rumi chuckled at the attitude of the big boss wife. He actually knew that Fay had actually started to have a sense of Vano's dengab. But the woman showed another attitude when she asked.
"I still have another job, don't forget to spend the breakfast, Non."
Fay ignored Mbak Rum's remarks, his breakfast was still untouched, not touched at all. His appetite was lost when Mbak Rum said Vano's presence. What to say when you meet him?
No need to be afraid, Fay. You have to dare to say it.
Sure enough, the doorknob is on the swivel. The tall, sturdy man slowly entered the room with slow steps. Fay was still fluttering on the balcony of the room with a blank look.
"Ck, you lazy fuck! He can still enjoy a good life in this house?" Vano clucked, he only caught a glimpse of the woman and walked as if Fay was not in the room.
Actually Fay didn't really ignore, he just didn't want to face Vano. Avoiding does not solve the problem, but for now, that is the best way for them.
"I know you're just pretending" Vano said in his heart.
Fay is still flinching. His mouth was locked tightly to convey his wishes.
What will he do in this room?
One week more Vano disappeared, why suddenly return? Fay observed Vano with his tail. He walks to the desk and looks for something there.
The purpose of Vano is to retrieve the archived reports of companies left behind. Fay's presence in the room makes him uncomfortable, but he chooses to be quiet like two strangers who don't know each other.
"Sir, there's something we need to talk about" Fay said.
No matter how Vano would behave later, pretending and being quiet would also not solve the problem.
Vano stopped his steps in front of the room door, his guts shrinking to just greet the woman. He was waiting for the sentence Fay would say next.
"I want us to get divorced after this child is born."
"You have no right to make a decision" said Vano without seeing his interlocutor. His chest rumbled at Fay's request.
"Why can't I? I live this life, so whoever it is has no right to rule it."
During this one week Vano had been thinking about it, he was indeed hurt because Fay used it all out. However, for him marriage is something sacred and should not play with the sacred bond.
Now what? Fay asked to separate from him.
"You have no right to make a decision" said Vano.
"Why? Don't you want this kid? So there's no point in me surviving!" jolt Fay with reddened eyes.
"I'll never do it." Vano did not heed Fay, he continued his steps and wanted to leave immediately.
"Why do you keep a rose if your hand is hurt by its duration? Wouldn't you rather throw it away?"
"You want a divorce? I will give it!" Vano brushed off Fay's hand that was about to block him. I don't know what he's done to make Fay fall and grimace in pain.
"Aww ...," moaned Fay holding his stomach. He fell in a sitting position.
What have you done to him? Look at! He's in pain now.
"Non, my goodness. What's going on?" Rum walked over to Fay who fell on the floor.
"No papa, Ma'am. Please help me stand up." Vano's hand shook violently, he had already hurt his wife.
"Sir, why be quiet? Quickly call an ambulance, Non Fay is bleeding," cried Mbak Rum when he saw a red stain on the floor.
"Whatdidyou say? Get aside!" Vano pushed Mbak Rum to stagger. It's true what the woman said, bloody Fay.
Vano, you are so cruel!
"Go you! Don't touch me!"
What happened to Fay? What is Vano's next attitude? Is he going to help Fay? Keep following, yeah.
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