The Charm of the Widow
What Should I Do?

Knowing that Thalia was no longer at the stall and it seemed that the beautiful woman had left the stall to go somewhere, after Lady Brenda checked directly into the stall and found that there were no clothes Thalia and her daughter were left behind, Moohan immediately sat down limp in the narrow room where the woman he had been looking for all this time used to rest. She kisses a thin pillow that she believes belongs to Thalia and smells the fragrance of the widow of pujaan still left there. Moohan cried in silence, regretting that she again arrived too late, and could not prevent Thalia's departure.

"Where are you going, Thalia?" moohan muttered asking who she was not referring to.

"It seems, Thalia just opened the stall for a while. Look, Hen, the cake trade is still very much." Lady Brenda who was new from the direction of the stall, showed a pile of trays containing wet cakes made by Thalia.

Mr. Lee, who had just entered the stall after finding out to the neighbors in the row of stalls, chimed in. "Yes, Madam. Earlier this morning, apparently there was a customer Mrs Thalia who insulted her and said Mrs Thalia as a bad woman because she was pregnant without a husband, especially Mrs Thalia also still has a very small child. After that, the customers ran away and didn't buy the cake."

"really so? Unfortunately Thalia's fate must accept insults from people who know nothing about her." Mrs Brenda's Netra looks teary. "So because of that, he decided to leave and leave everything he had pioneered here?" he continued asking while staring at the cakes that were still on the tray, in his hand.

Moohan shuffled, the handsome man then took out a piece of cake and started eating it by closing his eyes. The man's tears flowed, along with the cake in his mouth. Imagine Thalia who must be in trouble right now, passing clearly, and making Moohan feel more guilty.

"I'm wrong, Ma. I should have sensed from the start that he was here. I've even reached the doorstep of the stall, but I'm in no mood to see who the cake-maker I used to eat is," moohan said after spending a few pieces of cake that are still worth eating. Either because of the hunger because since morning his stomach has not been filled with food or because of his longing for Thalia to make the handsome man spend a few pieces of cake very quickly.

"Don't beat yourself up, Hendrick. Instead, we go home first and then we think about how our next move will be," suggested the mama and Moohan nodded, agreeing.

The only son of Mrs Brenda's puppet then asked to return to his city. Along the way home, Moohan continued to regret why the mother did not tell him that the cake seller she used to eat was named Thalia. While the mother just kept quiet and accepted the blame even though Moohan was guilty of never mentioning the name of the woman.

While at a train station, Thalia who was carrying the princess just got off the fast train. The train that brought him back to the big city that he had left because in that city he met a man who incised wounds. Not only did he incise a wound in the heart, but the man has also made him miserable to this day with the presence of a child in Thalia's womb because of his actions. Pregnant without a husband, making Thalia get insults and slurs from the people around where she lives.

"Only in this city do I have acquaintances and he will help me" muttered Thalia, full of confidence. He kept walking towards the exit, wanting to arrive at Maria's rented house soon.

The time showed at three in the morning when Thalia saw a clock on one of the walls, next to the station exit. Exactly like over four months ago when he left this city. Thalia rushes out of the station in search of a taxi. Not long after, the beautiful woman carrying her daughter got a taxi.

"John?" Thalia rounded her eyes, after the taxi driver came out to help her put the suitcase into the trunk.

"Mrs Thalia?" Thalia's former private driver stared in disbelief at the figure standing in front. "Finally, I can meet you, Madam. It's been a long time since I've been looking for you in this town, but your trail I can't find" John said, taking a suitcase out of Thalia's hand.

"Yes, John. Four months ago, I left this city" Thalia explained. "seeking me? Who told you to, John? What ....? Thalia stopped her speech, she did not dare to guess.

"Please come in, ma'am. We can talk on the way." John then opens the rear taxi door for Thalia. After storing Thalia's suitcase in the trunk, John immediately passed his taxi splitting the city streets that were still quite empty because it was too early to start the activity.

"John, did you say you were looking for me? Who told you to, John? your own initiative wants to know about me or someone else told you to? And, why are you now a taxi driver?" cecar Thalia then with many questions.

"I took the initiative to search myself because I'm worried about you, Madam. In addition, there is something I want to say" John replied as he looked at Thalia through the reflection of the rearview mirror.

"Mr Alexander is not dead yet, Madam. He just fell into a coma and was treated in the mansion" John said, making Thalia exclaim, happy.

"So, so it's true ... Ale, is Aleku not dead?" The pretty face immediately sparkled cheerfully, but a second later it was again cloudy. "Has he not been conscious yet?" he continued asking with concern.

Wanting to feel, Thalia went there to take care of her husband. However, given that she was currently pregnant, surely Madame Grace would immediately throw her out. Not to mention that if Alexander had come to his senses, his daddy Aletha would also probably accuse Thalia of being non-existent.

The beautiful woman rubbed her belly which started to bulge later, while sighing deeply. 'No matter how he is here, he is still a gift that I must take care of. I can't hurt or waste it. It's okay if I have to bear all the pain, as long as my children are happy, ' whispered Thalia in heart still while stroking her stomach, a drop of tears fell down Thalia's cheeks. Hurriedly he wiped away the tears so as not to fall and soaked the sinless face of the princess who was still asleep.

"Two weeks the young master is in a coma, Madam, and when it dawns the first one the young master seeks is you. Unfortunately, Lady Grace and Miss Jean manipulate the story. They told the young master that you left the young master with another man after learning from the doctor that it was likely that the young master had paralysis" John continued, starting to tell the story.

"And Ale, he just believed so much that he didn't look for me?" ask Thalia, you wit. If they meet now, Alexander will certainly increasingly trust the story of the mother, let alone prove that she was pregnant with another man.

"Initially, the young master hesitated and tried to find out from the servants and also asked me. I was fired when Mrs Grace found out that I did not justify what Ms Grace told me about you, although I also did not say honestly that I was told to dump you at the border. Forgive me, Madam, for I dare not be honest with the young master." John glimpsed back, towards the teary-eyed Thalia.

"It's okay, John. It's not your fault" Thalia said understandingly.

"I heard a story from Aunt Maggie, the young master finally believed what Mrs Grace said about you. Reportedly three months ago Young Mr. Thompson agreed to an arranged marriage with Miss Sarah. A famous model from this city," concluded John.

"So soon did she decide to get married again?" thalia murmured, asking and John who could hear well nodded his head.

Thalia pensive. On one hand, he wanted to meet Alexander to straighten out the story about him. But on the other hand, Thalia was aware of her present condition which would inevitably further corner herself in Alexander's eyes. 'What should I do?'

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