Unknown Baby
Raining

WterSun group building stands dashing among the skyscrapers in central Jakarta, with its luxurious and magnificent building making many people want to work there. Led by Renold Bagaskara as president director, WterSun became one of the largest companies in Southeast Asia.

"I'm so tired, those old rangos are so troublesome," Elja grumbled as she entered Ren's room. 

The President Director's room on the 53rd floor, a transparent glass window shows how small the car passes underneath. The sofa in the middle with a glass table became Elja's favorite place when visiting her husband's room.

A tired face that had just returned from London was immediately treated to complaints from shareholders, the woman threw her bag onto the sofa. He threw himself in there with a face that looked up. Really look tired.

While Ren walks to his chair, he sits there and immediately opens his laptop. 

"You go home first, your presence here is just disturbing." Ren took his glasses in the drawer, put on those glasses before sliding the mouse. His eyes were staring at the monitor. 

"Alright, my body hurts all." The woman moved, she took her bag and walked out of Ren's room without looking back.

Elja is a suitable partner, smart and has power. His experience in running the company sometimes amazed Ren, maybe because from a small woman was trained to be his companion in leading WterSun.

But unfortunately Elja was never present in Ren's heart as a wife. The charm of the woman never melted the hard heart of a Renold.4 years married love never appeared, as well as the baby. Compared to husband and wife, their relationship is more like a business partner.

After Elja left the room became quiet, there was only the sound of the keyboard there. Ren long ago corrected a system error that led shareholders to protest today. Ren quickly finished everything.

The man closed his laptop, something stuck in his mind. He turned the chair around and walked closer to the glass window, looking at the overcast sky with clumping clouds. Heavy breathing felt there. His mind drifted deep into Archie, his dead wife.

Of the many women he slept with. Archie has a different story. He's gentle and a crook. Although Ren had said that it was dangerous to have children from him, Archie still looked very happy at that time.

"I'm happy with you, Ren." Archie's words and his smile ring out until now. There was a sense of tightness that Ren did not understand. Archie also appeared happy when showing a photo of USG, a 4-month-old male fetus.

"Is the child still alive?" curious muttered.

The 29-year-old was doubtful whether his son was still alive. If she's alive, she's where and who's taking care of her. Ren knows all of Archie's family after his death except for his missing brother.

Ren picks up the phone in his suit pocket, trying to contact someone he knows could help his current problem.

"Hallo, Boss." Answer from across.

"You remember my mistress, Archie?"

"Of course, Boss. What can we do?"

"Before she died she was pregnant with my son, find out where the baby was and also Archie's sister Aslan."

"Okay boss, we'll do it soon."

"One more thing, move carefully lest Elja know." Ren gave a warning.

"Good, Boss."

Clouds that fill parts of western Indonesia, flushed no matter how the people who are under it feel. There are happy farmers, there are tramps in distress, there are people who are afraid of flooding, there are those who enjoy the romantic side of the rain.

Elsewhere, far from Jakarta. Passing the Sunda Strait. A celebration that has been prepared for a month, from the decor to the stage. People are boisterous about strong winds and heavy rains that disrupt the process of the event.

Faiq helped the tarup reot almost fall in the rain. The dangdut artists and wear mini skirts are also cold with a heart of concern whether this celebration event continues between extreme weather. 

Meanwhile, the newlyweds who are now sitting on the throne are also filled with worry. The groom's family can't go home in this bad weather. Elsewhere other people, mothers are stirring their coolies in the back worrying about clothesline at home. 

Riki ran from the parking lot towards people who were in trouble to block the tarup pole with sand, so that it was sturdy and not collapsed. Whereas since yesterday the owner of the house has installed a broom in reverse, said Mbah Dukun rain antidote. 

Riki approached Faiq who had just put down the sack of the former raised sand.

"Bang, said Nindy my son was pinned in your house, he was also caught in the rain. Can't go home." Riki cleaned the water that was stuck on his shirt. 

Very rarely did Riki wear a shirt, the sometimes annoying hardworking young man turned to Faiq. apparently Faiq was soaked, more than himself. Blue lips. 

"So now Myesha is taking care of your son too?"

"Nitip doang."

"Where did your wife go?"

"Buy clothes. Bang, you are so shoots. Mending came home from fainting here. Males dragged it if you fainted."

"Where to go, no umbrella."

"Your face is wet all the rain" said Riki. 

Faiq cupped his hands together, swiping for warmth. He looked right and left. Then look back. The people who had lifted the sand with him had already left. Maybe, go home first. They are wet too.

"Then I'll go home first, too" he replied.

More than wet, Faiq did want to quickly go home to meet his son and wife. The Sunday he used to spend with his little family today was instead spent in a place of worship.

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seriated.