Widow of Flower & Bad Guy
Chapter 71 I'm Back, Ivana!

Not felt, a week has passed. Life goes on, time spins and the present has become the past. Asa and dreams are chasing each other between despair and resignation.

Evil will be no time dimmed and goodness will be glorious. Replacing every tempest with a smile of happiness. Like the sun that blotted out the clouds of darkness.

"Thank you very much because you helped me and allowed me to stay here for some time" Matthew told a couple who had released him from the trap of death.

"Together, son, we are also glad that you are in this house" said Janic, teary-eyed.

"Until any time, this house is always open for you" added Elio, embracing the wife's sobbing shoulders.

"I'm really lucky to be reunited with good people like you, Mr. Elio and Mrs Janic," said Matthew, who said he was moved by the kindness that nothing could ever be reciprocated.

"Because you're a good man, son. Good people will be met with good people too" Elio said. "Keep spreading kindness. Never be tired while breathing is still in your chest." Elio took off his arm from Janic's shoulder, and warmed Matthew. Like a father hugging his son.

"Actually I still feel at home here, but my heart is really not calm. Afraid something might happen to my sister" Matthew added, embracing Janic's body.

Janic nodded and rubbed Matthew's back. "Later, bring your sister here. I'd be so happy to welcome you."

"Surely. I will definitely go back to see you guys, with my brother in my arms" Matthew replied, taking off his arms. "I have to go now. Again, thank you..." Matthew walked back slowly.

Step by step, the young man left the place that had made him seem reborn. Lambaian by wave, accompanying his departure across the vast ocean.

Using a local rental boat, Matthew will leave for the opposite island which takes about an hour. A smile of happiness continued to be painted on his natural lips because he was going home to meet the sweet girl, whom he had considered to be his own sister.

An hour feels like ten years. Matthew could not sit quietly. Because, he's really nervous. His mind kept on turning to Ivana. One week left the girl with no message or news, making guilt eat away at her heart.

"I'm home, Ivana. Please, don't be mad at me" Matthew murmured, staring at the endless ocean.

Elsewhere, a girl stood pensively with her hands propping up her chin in front of a window. He thought of the idol, whom he longed for his presence.

Gundah also hit the contents of his mind. Will God reunite him with that man, or will God have another plan? He did not want to think too far because his heart was too heavy to accept reality.

"What's wrong with you, son?" ask Natasha, the mother. He caught a stroke of sadness on his daughter's face. "Do you have a problem? Or... Captain Samuel hurt you? Tell Mommy.." ask Natasha to Ivana.

The seventeen-year-old girl shook her head and tried to smile, even though her heart was grieving. "There's nothing, Mom. Captain Samuel? He treated me well. Mommy doesn't have to worry."

"Then why do you look sad?" Natasha tidied up Ivana's hair boy covering her face. "First, if you had a problem. You were always looking for Mommy to tell stories, but now you're picking a silence. Can't Mommy know about your problems?" press Natasha is worried about her daughter.

Ivana grunts and confronts her body towards her mother. He swallowed the saliva and lowered his head. "I miss someone, Mom."

"Missing someone?" repeat Natasha. "Who, Son. What brother?" he asked, even though he thought that what the child missed was someone else.

Ivana's head shook. "No, Mom...."

"If you don't miss your sister, then to whom?" nasha, curious.

"A man?" Natasha's forehead shriveled.

Ivana nodded. "I miss the man who helped me, Mom. He must have been looking for me because he disappeared from hiding...."

A smile on Natasha's lips. He pulled Ivana's chin, and the girl's face lifted. "Try Mommy guess..you love that guy? Aren't we?"

Ivana's face immediately met with red, her hands playing the ends of the clothes by rolling them. "Yes, Mom. I love her, but...."

"But what?" ask Natasha.

"But the man's age is eight years with me. Twenty-five years old," said Ivana, grinning.

Natasha's lips opened and formed the letter o. "Did Mommy not hear wrong? Do you like adult men? Don't tell me, if you're with that young man, it's been...."

Ivana glares. "No, Mommy. The man took very good care of me. He had never been insolent or taken advantage of the opportunity!"

Natasha chuckled at the reaction of the child. "No feeling, it turns out Mommy's child is getting older. Mommy and daddy, growing old...."

"Don't say that." whine Ivana, spoiled. She wrapped her hands around her neck, then leaned against the shoulder that was always there for her when she was down or happy. "I love you, Mom...."

"I love you, too my darling...."

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After sailing for about an hour, Matthew finally reached his destination. Eagerly, he jumped off the ferry and ran as fast as he could towards the cottage.

A smile continued to rise from Matthew's face. He banged on the door, because he could not wait to hold tightly to the girl he missed. However, during that time he knocked on the door there was not even a single answer.

"Ivana.. I'm back Ivana.." Matthew chuckled back and forth peeking out from behind the window. "Ivana. It's me, Matthew. Come outside! Don'tbeafraid...."

Matthew turned to the door knob. Only then did he realize that there was something strange about the barrier of his house, which was damaged by a gunshot.

"God..." Matthew's eyes crossed sharply and pushed as hard as possible the door of his house. He went in and ran to and fro, calling the girl's name. "Ivana... Where are you? Look. I'm home. Don't you miss me?" the pecker was riled up.

Matthew, open the room doors one by one including Ivana's room. His gaze turned soft to see the condition of the room that was ravaged and no longer shaped like before. Cotton was strewn over the bed and there was a blood stain that dried, firmly stuck to the floor.

Instantly, the eyes turned pitch-black as the world seemed to collapse instantly in just an instant. The young man who was stricken was sitting languidly on the floor. He felt guilty and blamed himself for what had happened. He screamed as hysterically as he could, blowing away the tightness inside his chest.

"Ivanna...."

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