Tucked In Both Hearts
69. Second Chance

Jeon's feelings since yesterday were raving. There was something that seemed to disturb his feelings. I don't know what caused him to feel a little upset since yesterday.

The right hand that still cannot be used for activities makes him spend his day with a cellphone. Since yesterday he has been busy sending messages with Miss and Miss Mita.

[Guard your health, yes. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to meet and recognize your face. You will never forget that day. And I'm even happier when you allow me to keep your number. Thank you, yes, son. Mother left first. Remember, take care of your health. I'll call you back when I get home]

I don't know how many times Ms. Mita reminded Jeon to take care of her health. He also said he would like to come to the child's wedding if allowed. However, Bu Mita's message and desire until now he did not answer.

Jeon did not reply to the message, I don't know if there was a sense of unwillingness or unwillingness if his mother left him for the second time. However, Jeon's selfish side and prestige like still dominating his mind makes him reluctant just to take his mother to the airport. His ego always says that forgiving, giving him the opportunity to talk, and freely contacting him is more than enough.

Unwilling to dwell on his cell phone, Jeon descended from his room. The house feels quiet at this hour. There was only Ms. Merlin and her niece who were already active and troublesome to her grandmother.

"Where are you going, Ma?"

"You're out for a minute with Keyan. Boss Mom at home. Wanna come?"

Jeon just shook his head weakly. I don't know, he's lazy to get out of the house. He took his foot into the living room and barked at the television there.

When the television is on, it accidentally turns about respect for parents. Whether at whose encouragement, Jeon watched the contents of the tausyiah carefully. Leaving his ears wide open to receive every sentence that might be a way to open his mind as happened a few days ago when with Bima.

For about five minutes he stared at the screen in front of him. His memory is turned on Bu Mita, his patients he has handled. From his profession, he understood that giving birth to a baby is not a pleasant thing or as easy as when making it. The flashes between his daily life and his mother now somehow become as if connected just like that. I don't know who got him hooked he doesn't know.

"Mothers. My paradise's still on him."

Jeon ran out of the house with tears in his eyes. He shouted at the driver who had gone nowhere. A moment later, he remembered that his mother was also outside the house.

As if he had no more time, he immediately ran. Jeon is now exactly like an overseas drama player, running along the road as if there is no public transportation for him to ride.

There was nothing else on his mind at the moment other than Bu Mita. The goal now is to let her mother stay by her side without leaving Ms. Merlin. If he can get the love of both, why should he choose to have one of them?

After running for some kilometers of fall, Jeon felt his breath was not so strong. He paused for a moment to return his breath. He could do nothing but have to get there quickly. He had nothing, a wallet, a cell phone all left at home.

Worried there was no time and opportunity to keep her mother from coming home. He was determined to stop the taxi that passed him in the hope that someone would kindly give him a ride to take him home later. As if the universe was punishing him, the taxi he stopped from earlier was on board.

He panicked even more when he glanced at his watch that continued to run without understanding his feelings. He flirted to and fro there might be a motorcycle taxi driver or whatever he could ride. Some time to the right and left, he saw there were some people clustered under a tree. They may be the people he is looking for. Not wanting to waste more time, he ran back with pain in his hand. His broken bone had not healed properly, and now he asked to run fast. To hell with the pain in his hands, he just wanted to get to the airport and meet his mother. This pain was not worth the pain as he was late to prevent his mother from leaving for the second time.

"Sir, can I take you to the airport?" Jeon asked with breath.

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I don't know since when Ms. Mita looked at her phone. The screen showing photos of her and the firstborn made her develop a wry smile. It was the only photo he had. Wanting to ask for more photos, he worried that it would make Jeon uncomfortable and even create a distance between them.

By breathing in silence and breathing out fast, he lanes to perform a chek-in. His trip this time was heavy, several times he walked by looking back hoping Jeon came and prevented him from coming home. At least the child gives a final hug before going back apart seems to make his feelings much better.

In the same place, Jeon for the umpteenth time ran. If on the road earlier he could run freely without bumping into anyone now he must be willing to say sorry to some people and sacrifice his hand to hit others. He seemed to have no pain, he continued to run no matter the breath that felt almost exhausted and the hand that felt pain up to the heart.

Both Jeon eyeballs sparkled to see Bu Mita who was standing in the row chek in.

"Ma'buuu." Jeon's screams made some people in the same side turn their heads even though they didn't know who was being called.

Jeon widened his steps to approach his mother. While Ms. Mita was on the spot, she could not believe what she saw. Several times he rubbed his eyes to determine whether his eyes were wrong or not.

Ms. Mita was awakened from the daydream when her body was crushed by her son. The hug he felt so tight that he was hard to breathe. Isakan began to sound along with the embrace that was getting tighter.

"Don't you go, you want to leave me a second time? Mommy don't want to see me again? I'm sorry, I made Mom sad while here. I'll give Mom a chance to take care of me before I become a husband. Stay here, Mom. Let Nabila and Abil come here. Stay here with me."

"Mom didn't hear wrong?" Mom breaks her embrace. His gaze was immediately fixed on the two beads of reddened eyes and full of puddles. Slowly the woman gently removed the clear liquid.

"Should I repeat my words? I also want to be loved by my mother like my two sisters. I want to get the same treatment as them. I also want to sleep on Mom's lap when I can't sleep, just like I ask Mama's lap when I'm tired. I have two mothers who love me. I should have been happy, I shouldn't have picked one. Come with me back, Mom. Come with me home. I'll find you a house near Papa's. Let me be close to you all."

"A very special birthday present for Mom."

"Today's my birthday?" Jeon hugged his mother again with a sob.

"Why are you still crying?"

"I'm a crybaby in certain situations. Understand me." Jeon took off a hug and wiped away the tears that kept flowing.

"Excuse me, sorry. I haven't paid the price."

"Ah yes sorry." Without another word, Jeon looked at his mother with a grimace.