JORDAN
Chapter 54's

Haii kalian.. healthy all right 😉.

Oya, just want to say.. let this feel part more stifling, I suggest reading it while listening to the song Anneth - Stay For You 🎶 (Special in the Lionara scene)

Originalii.. I nangissss 😭.

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“Josep-“

“All is over, Rossalyn.” Josep stared bitterly at the view outside through the window of his room. Avoiding the stare of the woman standing on the side

bragangkarnya. Even this, Josep managed to open his eyes again even though the state of his body was still far from good. To breathe alone he must be helped by an oxygen mask and other life support devices. Josep closed his eyes when he heard the sound of sobs from the woman he loved.

“I love you so much—believe you without the slightest doubt. In fact, the whole

my attention was on you, ignoring my other family. But look at the reply I got from you,” Josep smiled slut “You betrayed

my trust. Cover up all your brother's crimes for years.”

Rossalyn fucked, squeezing strong fingers Josep “Ma-forgive me Josep. I-I really don't want to keep this from you. But—“

“Color her your sister?” sela Josep, looked back at Rosaalyn who was looking down deeply

“I love you Josep. Sorry, I'm sorry! please, just give me one more chance. At least for our children.”

“Then what about my son Jordan?” Josep staring at his wife full of wounds “Over

all these years I've been a bad father to Jordan. Even me

very failed to protect my own son. Because of this, he suffered

severe trauma to damage his soul! Also, the cause of Jordan is turning into

monster and almost crazy because I'm Rossalyn! BECAUSE I'M THIS JERK!!”

“Josep-“

“Go Rossalyn. What your brother did destroyed me. Destroying my son! Therefore I have never regretted having killed him with my own hands.”

Rossalyn was increasingly intrigued when Josep brushed aside their fingers.

“For me, this sacred bond is meaningless after you stabbed me from

back.”

Rossalyn shook her head violently, tears flowing increasingly. “No. I don't want to! Please don't say that. Give me one more chance, baby. When

need I'll bow at Jordan's feet apologizing as long as you don't

leaving me.”

Rossalyn dropped her body—kneeled while continuing to cry. He was really afraid Josep was going. “Sorry, dear, sorry. I don't want us to be apart anymore. I don't want to!”

“Rossalyn..” low Josep murmur.  The view is very sayu—ia too tired.

“I don't care if you hate me. I wouldn't protest if you didn't

you can treat me like I used to. I know, I get it, this is all

my mistake. Just please, I can't.. if I have to divorce from you.” Water

the eyes, the desperate band, continued to do so. “If now you

hate me, at least love me as the person you once loved

the past.”

Josep turned his face away from Rossalyn. He did not respond, letting the woman

kneel and cry incessantly. His heart was too claustrophobic when he remembered Jordan

who just silently looked at him with a blank look. His throat hurts, holds back

voice so as not to scream loudly. The guilt and regret

it was so great to keep thrashing, the tightness that took half his breath was not

also missing. Tears, wetting the pillow. It is not enough to be the cause of his wife's death, without realizing slowly he also helped turn off his son through his mind.

“Pardon Daddy, Jo.. sorry..”.

****

“Jo?” Lionara. Jordan sat down while leaning against the headboard of the bed. The man's lips were tightly clenched, his shoulders and head were still on the bandage.

The doctor said the wound on Jordan's body wasn't too severe. But the shock that Jordan

it was natural that caused Lionara's husband to become like this. Jordan is often

silent, once he spoke, he chatted with something real

there aren't.

Since three days ago, Jordan was declared to be inpatient at a private mental clinic

the doctor who handled it all this time. When you are done taking care of everything

jay needs, Lionara will spend all his time accompanying Jordan.

Keep talking when Jordan can't hear his voice. Jordan did not even once look towards Lionara.

As Lionara spends more time at Lilo's doctor's clinic, Jay is forced to

handed over to his caretakers—remember the ball was impossible to invite

stay there. In a day, only two to three hours Lionara will

with son. He didn't have to leave Jay

he still needs his presence, but for now, Jordan too

he needs all his attention.

“Sorry, I came back a little late.” Lionara told me while smiling sweetly. He clasped Jordan's drooping right hand.

“Today our son is very fussy. He doesn't want to be left behind. I move a little, though,

Jay was crying. Even my clothes until he holds it on let me not go.”

the way you calm him down. To the point that I'm singing all kinds of songs but

didn't work. Jay even hit my mouth because it was too noisy.” Lionara shootout

with pursed lips. She smiles again “But try if you sing, you sing,

he must not be like that. Jay must be laughing and babbling pleasure, ask

you sing him until he bobo again.”

Still no answer.

“Perhaps because my voice is not as bright as yours, huh, daddy? Then, I'm also a stiff man, it's hard to make a string of jokes like you, so Jay is fast

bored.” Lionara kisses Jordan's hand. He's sticking out their fingers. “Leon

just called, he found you. He studied very well in Switzerland. He said someone wanted to talk to you, and he said it was just a man-to-man conversation. Cih, that boy. ever since hanging out with you he's been playing

same secrets as me.”

Lionara nibbled at his inner cheek. Unable to withstand crying with a chest that feels excruciating pain. “Kakek... his legs are flattened again, so he can't come looking

ye. Grandpa asks when can you beat him to chess? He said you're a bad grandson. Never won from him. Grandpa...”

Tests.

Lionara's tears fell on Jordan's hands. Body's shaking. “Jo, please…

say something,” isak Lionara in the end. Both of his hands now turned to hug Jordan's neck, his head drooping on Jordan's uninjured shoulder.

“Jo... How is this? How short it feels! I miss your voice, baby.” Lionaras

said on the sidelines of his cry. “I miss your sweet mouth that keeps seducing

and recoiled. I miss your attention. I miss you who are coercive, arrogant

and jealousy. I miss all that, Jo”

“Please... balikin My old Jordan.” Lionara whimpering. “I promise I'll give you all your will. I promise I will try to be a wife who is not stiff, I will not be close to the man you do not like. All my attention will be for you. So I beg you..”

Lionara looked at Jordan's face which continued to show a flat expression. He begged, he begged,

“Please turn my usual Jordan... Please.”.

Still no answer. As many sentences as Lionara said, as Jordan

I can no longer hear. The man remained silent a thousand languages, turning his head

in the other direction, then quiet again.

“Daddy...” Lionara moans poignantly. “What should I do to fill the void in your heart? Tell me, what can I do for you, baby?”

In the end, Lionara could not save anyone. She can't

doing nothing. “I... really a useless wife.”

****

With the help of a wheelchair, Josep peered into his son's room. Smiling, his hand held a painting. The black eye bags and pale hue still adorned his face. But the middle-aged man tried hard, his smile did not fade.

“Jo, daddy look again.”

Jordan did not give an answer. He just sat on the bed staring at the wall with a blank look. Josep's wheelchair stopped right by the side of the bed, looking at his son with a warm gaze.

“Try you see, daddy bring what is this?”

There's no answer.

“Son..” Josep calling. “You still remember this painting, right?” he placed the painting on Jordan's lap, and the son still did not respond.

“That time is right on your eighth birthday, you don't want to be celebrated

great, but you're just asking the three of us to have a picnic together at the lake. Keep there you bring all your painting tools. You said you wanted to paint, then tell daddy and mommy to model. You ordered us to sit hugging for hours

until your painting is done. And behold, this is the result.” Josep raised the painting.

which contained a picture of herself and Grace sitting hugging affectionately with a smile expanding in front of Jordan's face. “Your painting is very good. You really inherited

drawing talent from Mommymu.”

Silent.

Josep tried hard to refrain from crying. His heart was completely broken

seeing his son who never gave the slightest response. Jordan is like a soulless body. Every family, friends and even colleagues came to visit, entertain and invite him to talk—not one of them responded. And of all the most diligent to get him to speak was Josep. Though the state of Josep's disease is still very concerning—when easy to crumple, but the man ignored. He was tireless and did not give up in the slightest just to get a little response Jordan would exist there.

Josep pushed his wheelchair closer, more precisely now his position is in

front foot Jordan. With trembling hands, Josep touched his son's feet—squeezing him slowly. Tears flow without feeling. He hated himself when

his chest ached every time his breath was interrupted. He hated his body

trembling restrains the remorse of all the mistakes that will never be able to be corrected.

“Jordan. Please.Answer my son. Daddy's in pain now. Don't just shut up. Shout or make a daddy as usual. If you need to beat daddy to death so you can be relieved. All wrong daddy. I am the worst husband and daddy to have wasted you guys.”

Josep sobbed violently, roaring loudly with a heartbreaking sounding voice. The cry that was originally held, was now uncontrollable. Josep's head collapsed— tightly hugged his son's leg, while continuing to mutter an apology, sorry, and sorry for all the injuries he had sustained.

“Back son, you are not happy yet. You have to be happy first, don't keep quiet like this. Daddy was the one who should get this punishment. Let daddy take your place.” Josep's raucous voice continued to resonate while peeping at the son's feet.

In life, it is not all that we expect to get. Not everything humans plan to do can be accomplished. People can only hope, try, pray, do whatever they can. But if God doesn't allow it, what else can they do?

God gives pain that can be used as a lesson, so that people are more

be careful in acting or speaking words. God has many wounds

the incurable, but the best remedy is to leave everything they get to the giver himself. And every heart that wants to heal must pass the peak of its pain.

There is nothing flawed in God's plan. Now the universe is punishing, which

the squandering finally broke apart.

To be continued

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