
"Kalo until proven Lily my biological child .. possibility .. I will take her and take care of her myself. Instead, make up for all the mistakes I've made as well as Jasmine."
"Don't hope, Nation!!" Austin certainly doesn't accept.
Fill in his last conversation with Andrew before his brother finally left the house shortly after he beat him in the backyard this afternoon, continuing to loom in circles in Austin's head.
Lily's problem was more pressing than Jasmine's suicide and what Andrew had done to her in a British hotel room.
''Stupid!'' Austin cursed himself. Why did he not heed Tara's advice to do a DNA test to ascertain the truth. Maybe if he did, he wouldn't be able to feel this deep love for Lily. A father's love for his little daughter.
Even silly and confident, when he said, even though Lily proved not to be his biological child, he would still take care of, care for, and love the boy wholeheartedly without a care.
And at this time ....
In Lily's room, Nimas had just asked Austin to come out. The door that has been closed is used to lean the load through the back. Accompanied in the one behind that handsome face, flowed a small, stifled cry.
Feathered carpet beside her mini bed, occupied by Lily who was busy playing a rubber doll whose head and legs were unceasingly pulled, like forced to break. Her innocent heart just kept silent no matter how fragile her current form of daddy was.
Daddy's?
Can the greeting be embedded forever without interruption in the middle of the contesting theme?
Oh, myGod ....
If he's Andrew's flesh and blood, then Lily's just his niece?
Nah!
Wasn't it!
Not a form of regret for having poured so much love on Lily, but why the close relationship that has coagulated to form a father and son bond, must be hit by a stumbling block as hard as this.
It might be better if all this isn't revealed!
His dark face lifted Austin to look at the toddler. A fist suddenly struck hard deep in his recess. His feelings for Lily exceeded anything. He's not willing. It would be completely unwilling to be separated from the boy. The boy she had taken from her mother's camp in the hospital, the boy she carried early in the morning with the pressure of heartache, the boy who.
With gontai, Austin stepped over to Lily, then sat in front of her with his legs crossed.
"Lil ... Daddy's favorite," he said in a raucous voice. Starting to lift the toddler to the lahunan then hold it tightly. No matter Lily who was wriggling to be released, Austin still wanted to hug her. Feeling how affection is not just a joke or vague love a papa connect. His love is too sincere to take for granted.
"Daddy won't let anyone miss us, Sweety." It seemed that his field shoulders began to shake, a rhythm of crying that he now voiced a little loud.
Behind the door a few minutes ago, slowly and carefully, Tara peeked. Austin's words were met with a sad look. Just to neutralize the pain that was transmitted from the state of his best friend's slash, he turned his face while blowing rough his breath. "Lu is strong, Le," he murmured in support as he looked back at Austin. Although not enough to be heard, at least, it can be a form of a do'a.
____
A month passed ....
Shutter among his dense fear, Austin embraced that feeling to this day.
The results of the DNA test that Andrew spoke about some time ago, as well as the threat of custody struggles, became a terrible specter that continues to haunt Austin to a protracted extent.
But either way, the man with one content with it has not also shown the hilalnya. Andrew never appeared, even to just send a short message through whatsapp accounts and the like. The man disappeared.
But isn't that nice?
At least Austin can sleep soundly without feeling excessive fear.
And yes!
The man had been living his days as usual. Play mechanical devices in his workshop, sample new menus at the cafe, or just take Lily for a leisurely stroll to the city park with Tara on the weekend.
And Jasmine ....
For some reason ...so round the excitement just attacked him, Austin began to feel reluctant to take care of anything about the woman. Including at least entrenched in telephone lines, video calls and the like.
Jasmine wasn't supposed to be in her realm, Austin drew the line. It was all wrong from the beginning of his meeting with the woman.
But Lily ... is a form of exception. At least that reason made him still welcome Jasmine as the mother of the beautiful boy he loved so much.
The love he loved for a short time, then stayed until it took a lot of time - on Jasmine, now.
I don't know because of what!
Austin felt he had to make a big decision about his feelings for Jasmine.
••••
"BEN!"
The man immediately gave his gaze to the origin of the voice. He who was relaxed sitting in one part of his cafe chair with Lily who was busy eating a bowl of pieces of fruit, immediately raised his body to stand up, Lily who was busy eating a bowl of fruit, when he saw the figure appeared from the direction of the cafe parking lot. "Jasmine." Jasmine."
"Hi, Honey!"
....
Jasmine stunned. Austin dodged as he stretched out his arms, intending to hug.
"Ben ... you ... What's the matter?" tanyanya felt astonished as well as sad.
Austin fell silent. He did not even understand why his body reflexively avoided the woman's embrace.
Ngg ....
Oye!
That's not a disgust feeling, is it?
Shouldn't!
Austin had even enjoyed the body until many nights changed.
"Bbn ...." As the owner of a sensitive heart, Jasmine felt clearly the man's change. Starting from hundreds of his ignored chat messages, unplugged phone calls, until now, the man. He just got back from London. The movie just ended. Shouldn't the man give a warm welcome as a release of longing?
Why does it look like you don't know each other?
In her position, along with a glass of cocktail she had just taken from the cafe kitchen, Tara was stunned. "The world's war is his cake!" He assumed slowly.
Kandyla, who had just gotten out of her car after receiving a phone call, chose to walk back past Jasmine and Austin, welcoming Tara's hand in the distance. Either the gesture and what kind of mimic that silly man showed him, until he followed the man's word without rejection, he said, even before he met Lily face-to-face like he always had her ask Jasmine.
"What the hell, you?" ask Kandyla. "What is now the ni-cave"
"Yes, lu atris, the cave knows!" Tara attacked quickly.
"Artist, woyy!" hardik Kandyla.
"Father, what the hell, hand you over! Worm queen also cave no duli!" Tara replied as good as udel. Kandyla pushed her to enter a room inside the cafe. "Jiem you! The pen bacot cave is much the same as you!"
Despite being quite surprised, Kandyla remained cuckooed with her mouth grumbling.
....
"Yes, God!" Kandyla covered her mouth with her palms complete with widened eyes, addressing Tara's narrative of the complexities of the Austin, Jasmine and Lily stories. After the man had sworn him not to be a bucket, of course.
"Shock, 'pan you?!" tara said with her lips twitching. "Sama, cave too!"
Sitting on a sofa slightly shifted Kandyla to achieve visibility on Tara, who was currently walking towards the corner of the room to gulp down a bottle of water she had taken from the table. "You're not doing that anymore, are you?!" the woman still did not fully believe.
With her back, Tara rolled her eyes. "Mending the cave into a radio storyteller, rather than bacot the same crap you!"
• • •
"Ben ... What's wrong? Am I wrong with you?" Jasmine asked after peeping a glance at the cheek of the puffed up Lily she was now carrying.
Austin was still peering in position, other than the pair of eyes he moved with an occasional glance toward Jasmine, in another direction, then back at Jasmine. That is until it repeats.
"Bbn ...."
In response to Jasmine's many insecurities over her residence, Austin leaned back until her back tightly hit the back of the chair. For a moment to look up while rubbing the rough face that feels warm in the palm of the hand.
"I don't know, Jas!"
Like facing thousands of complicated and confusing calculus problems, Jasmine's head was increasingly made to float. "What happened in London?"
Great question!
Austin stomped quickly at the woman with a look of dilemma. It takes a few minutes to get his heart and mouth to choose the right sentence and not excessive in response.
"Jas ... I guess .. I can't be with you anymore."