The Unacknowledged Seed
Angel rescuer Angita

After thinking about what is best for him and his family and the fetus finally Mishel decided to agree with the opinion of the mother and Mr. Simon. He would try to hold accountable the man who had already willingly desecrated him. Though in his heart he was not sure the man would take responsibility. He had already prepared his heart if he would get rejection or even insults from the rich man.

Yes, Mishel is self-aware of who she is. Just an ordinary woman, the son of a widow whose husband had left behind. Only the poor have to work hard to survive.

That night Mishel finally sent a message to her friend that she believed knew the man's address. Because her friend's husband is friends with the br33ngsek man. Mishel had seen him at his friend's wedding reception.

The phone ringer continued to ring after Mishel sent a short message to her friend. Surely his friend was wondering why he asked for the address of the man's residence but Mishel did not want to explain it now, he was not ready if more people knew how he was.

"Sorry Ale, I can't pick up your phone. I'll see you when I'm ready to tell you a story" muttered Mishel. He only sent a message if he urgently needed the address and said he was not ready to tell. Fortunately his friend was very understanding, although Mishel did not want to tell him but his friend still gave the man's address to Mishel.

He finally got the man's home address. Of course Mishel knew the man's company because it was often loaded in newspapers and magazines. But he couldn't possibly look for the man to the company to talk about this very personal matter.

Mishel rubbed her stomach, there was a strange feeling every time she touched her own stomach. It was different when there was no life there.

"Why are you so unlucky, son, why do you have to be in the womb of a mother like me." Mishel invites the baby in her womb to talk.

...

Next day.

Mr. Simon and his wife have come to Bu Fira's house. Madam Winda was willing to return to invite mothers like yesterday but her husband forbade her on humanitarian grounds. The woman became increasingly upset at the widow's family because of her husband's attitude that was so considerate of their family.

They came because Mr. Simon would accompany them to meet the man's family. Mr. Simon could not bear to see the two of them without a man coming to ask for justice for the poor girl. Honestly, Mr. Simon had the intention to raise Mishel as his adopted son when the girl was still very small. It was because he could not bear to see bi Fira who had difficulty alone. However, his wife strongly opposed the intention with many reasons and the severity of Madam Winda accused her own husband of having an affair with Bu Fira who is a one-child widow.

Be Miss Winda also went because she did not want to let the husband alone with the widow.

"How about Mishel? Can we go now?" mr. Simon asked Mishel, whose eyes looked so puffy, he must have cried last night. Fate is unpredictable, Mr. Simon only pity Bu Fira and his daughter who have always had to fight without a man beside them.

Mishel nodded heavily because if she could she wanted to raise her own child instead of getting insulted again later when holding her accountable.

Fira's mother, who understood her daughter's feelings, held her daughter's hand tightly.

...

Under the sky of the capital that was quite bright this morning. The car Mr. Simon was driving stopped right in front of a mansion like a palace. They stopped right in front of the towering gate.

Mr. Simon looked around, making sure the house Mishel was referring to was exactly what they were seeing now.

"Son, is this really his house?" ask Mr. Simon.

The same question also included a woman sitting beside Simon. Who else if not the wife who is gawking at the splendor of the house. In his heart clucked, where perhaps the widow's son was involved in a relationship with the owner of this house. Perhaps with her maid or gardener, thought Madam Winda.

"Son? How, is this really the address?" Miss Fira asked the same question.

Mishel simply nodded, his mind already wandering somewhere. No longer interested in the luxury house. All he thinks about is how it'll be in there if he gets a rejection.

Mr. Simon tried to talk to the guards to open the gate but certainly did not mention clearly the purpose of their goal. Just let the person he's going to talk to. And the guard opened the door after getting the approval of his master.

Mr. Simon's car entered the vast courtyard and stopped in front of a terrace supported by large and sturdy pillars. From the outside, it can be seen if the house clearly has a fantastic value.

They went down, Mishel who started to get nervous because she was afraid to meet the man again. There is also the Madam Winda who is increasingly gaping wide to see up close how the magnificent building. He who had always felt rich enough to be amazed.

They're already inside. After that, the butler invited them in. Fortunately Mr. Simon was good at making excuses for them to be allowed to meet the host.

"Heh Mishel, are you sure this is the place? You must not humiliate us, lest you just confess. How could this host impregnate him!" accuse Madame Winda as if it does not accept if the man who is the father of the fetus is a Rich man. Though he had imagined that maybe the man was just an ordinary man or an old man, but this is what. He could not insult the widow's family again if it was true that the child in Mishel's birth was a very reserved person.

Mishel did not answer Lady Winda's question, she looked down deeply since then while squeezing her fingers until her long nails pierced into the skin. But it didn't hurt at all because the fear was greater than the pain.

Shortly thereafter, footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. One of the parts that made Madam Winda amazed was the stairs because of its very elegant design. Where a beautiful woman at her age was coming down the stairs with her friendly smile. Without him knowing that the guest who came was to hold accountable from the son whom he had always considered a good and responsible boy.