The Substitute Woman on the First Night

The Substitute Woman on the First Night
Delano's Answer


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An awkward feeling instantly overpowered me. As Delano's voice sounded from the front door. Without waiting for long, she stepped up. Opening the door of the room and letting Delano in was very friendly.


"Let's go in, Delano boy!"


"Yes, Mom. Sorry if I disturbed you." There was a deep feeling on Delano's face. He looks very polite by kissing the back of my mother's hand. Such a move has left me even more confused as to why Almira is not in a serious relationship with him or there may be another reason why the two of them cannot be together.


"Hi, Mira. How's your condition?"


She greeted me. In the meantime, I'm still pensive about answering questions that I find difficult to understand.


"Mira, you are a habit, often daydreaming. It's Delano nanya you know!" My mom touched my arm. Moving my body slowly until my gaze immediately saw the two in turn.


"Yes, Mom. Sorry."


"Yes, Delano's son just sit down!" Mother said that while putting the fruit parcel given by Delano on the nightstand.


"How are you doing?" Delano repeated the question I had ignored because too many thoughts were bothering me.


I smiled when I saw him sitting right next to me. The place my mother previously occupied. "I'm good, No. I'm sorry so ngerepotin you've come here and bring all the fruit again."


"That's not how much, Mir. Besides this hospital is also not too far away from my boarding house."


"So, Delano is just spending here," my mind as I continue to gather some hypotheses that I can later draw as one conclusion from each question that of course I can't if I answer myself.


"Why did you fall? Rich little boy, Mir." His tone was so anxious. However, in the last sentence, he seemed to be trying to melt the atmosphere. Maybe so that our conversation is not too awkward, let alone there is a mother who can still hear clearly our chat.


"No, I want to ask you something?" I tried to make up Delano's gloom which still looked awkward in front of me. Of course while looking at my mother who is currently just sitting on a sofa at the end of the room. It was quite far away, even though it was still in the same room. It just so happened that this nursery was a VIP class that my mother could comfortably wait for me while watching television.


"May, just ask. I'll answer all your questions."


"On the message ...." I purposely hung my words. Don't want to get the wrong talk that would make Delano suspicious if I'm not Almira.


"Isn't it okay we're talking about here?" Delano asked back with a voice he was holding back. He certainly did not want the answer until he was heard by my mother and it further strengthened my belief that everything that would be said must have something to do with Almira's pregnancy.


"It's okay, but slow down. After all, Mom seems to be watching TV." I also tried to lower my voice while watching my mother who I could still see from my current position.


"I'm sorry .. At that time I refused to take responsibility for my mistakes. Honestly then, I just didn't know what to do? You know for yourself that I'm still in college and don't have a job yet. Even where I live, I just need to. So, I was really confused when you asked that." There was a look of regret clearly visible on Delano's face. His eyes even turned red when he said everything.


"Fix! I'm even more convinced that the child Mira was carrying was not Mas Denis' son, but Delano's son. Now you won't be able to tickle Mira anymore. Your current game has instead exposed your own secrets," I muttered confidently while thinking about what plan I should do after this.


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