Worst Storm

That night, a torrent of rain fell on the earth, drenched everywhere. Almost no place to take shelter. The bus stops and posts were drenched from seepage of precipitation.

An icy wind blew, and Naomi embraced herself. treess she passed swayed in the progressively stronger wind.

Naomi briefly averted her eyes. Naomi walked across the road. She was barefoot, her steps were partly dragged. When the rain pouring started, her eyes become bloodshot as she fought back the pain.

Naomi bit her bottom lip. She fought against the body-whacking vibrations in order to maintain her steadfast resolve. It can't be stopped by a thunderstorm she is adamant about finding her daughter, who Alfian kidnapped.

Even if Naomi is aware of Alfian's home, getting there still requires a lot of time given that she is carrying nothing including her wallet . Naomi left the hospital in a hurry, leaving her handbag and phone behind. Even her clothing was still appropriate for hospital patients.

After making her way for a while, Naomi came to stop in front of a large fence.

"Who are you looking for this late in night?" One of the guards approached him, an umbrella in one hand, and asked him some questions.

Naomi jerked her head to side. She strained her eyes, which the raindrops had made hazy.

"I wish to speak with Alfian. Would you kindly him a call, Sir? " Naomi enquired.

When she noticed that her voice was trembling wildly, she herself gasped in amazement.

Security guard scowled reflexively cast a suspicious glance in Naomi's direction, hospital patient attire that is completely drenched and un footwear. Only an insane person would do that, outside raining on stormy.

"I'd like to meet my daughter, sir. Alfian brought her." Naomi begged once more. The guard was now staring at her suspiciously, she had a sense he wouldn't let her in.

"I'm sorry, Madem. Since it is late, I doubt Mr. Alfian would wish to meet a strange woman .... like you."

The guard returned her gaze. Both pity and worry are present. But he was only following orders.

Naomi looked the area "Help me, Sir. All I want to do is meet my daughter." She paused in her speech, wistfully observing the guard, who is presumably her parents' age.

"Please allow me in, sir. I'll give Alfian a talk myself, please. I simply want my daughter. She has been bring by Alfian without my knowledge."

The guard fell silent. This afternoon, he did observe his master holding a baby, perhaps recently born. Some of the guards who greeted Mr. Alfian at the time had a sense of uncertainty whacking through their brains. They are aware that Mrs. Airin, their Mr. Alfian's wife, is not at pregnant, therefore they question why Mr. Alfian would ever arrive with a baby.

Maybe what the woman in front of her stated was true after all. The infant was taken from her.

"Please sir!"

The guard sighed and raised his head "But, please, don't take too long. As soon as the talk is over, get out of here."

He guy unlocked the fence it open, allowing the strange woman to go inside.

As soon as she nodded. She wanted to yell joyfully in appreciation. But Naomi hurried through the courtyard and toward the front door after recalling her commitment to finding a quick solution to the issue.

'Meet her daughter.'

Bukk, bukk ....

"Alfian! Open the door," Naomi yells. That front door received a loud knock from Naomi. Her entire body was saturated. It was heavily raining. Naomi embraced herself once more. She trembled and had bluish lips.

"Alfian!!" Naomi yelled even louder. She can't give up while her daughter standing in front of her eyes.

Crack ....

At door, a man showed up. looking aggressively at her.

"How did you get here?"

"Give me my daughter back!"

Alfian made a little snort. "Naomi! We've previously discussed this."

Naomi cast a brief glance. "I don't agree! Never. My daughter will never be given to you. I prefer a divorcing."

Alfian remained silent. Still cool was his look.

"We should divorce. Allow me to be with Angela, I won't interfere your existence with Airin. I have just her, Angela." In her head, Naomi continued, " My remaining family."

So far, her life hasn't been all that great. Even her romantic life is miserable. Absent her daughter, Naomi might lose her mind.

"Pleasee! Give Angela to me."

"Alfian, who's coming? Nathan arrived yet?" A stunning, graceful woman with a baby in her arms appeared.

Naomi possessed a bright gaze. As she stared at her daughter, who was in Airin's arms, her mind began to race.

"Angela!" Naomi Screaming.

She put her hand over mouth to contain the sobbing that had just broken out. She made a small smile with her lips, but smile soon vanished though when Airin took a step back and hid a baby.

"No!!"

As soon as Airin moved to the side and started to back away. Naomi took a slow look. She moved in closer, but Alfian stood in her way.

"Stop, Naomi! Keep away from my daughter, please!" Alfian loudly shouting. When Airin was shocked, the infant in her arms cried out.

"No! Angela!"

Alfian shoved Naomi back firmly when she attempted to grab the infant. He did not show any sign of pity or compassion as he rigidly and coldly regarded Naomi.

Alfian swiveled to face Airin. "Bring our baby inside. She should avoid the nighttime air."

"Nathan, how about he? He expressed a desire to stop by tonight," Airin gently yelled.

She was still able to act delicately, like a princess but her behavior more like a witch, though.

"You go in first, I'll get rid of this woman first," he said, "Nathan probably still on the way."

Degh....

Airin gave a nod. She gave Naomi's very dejected expression a quick glance before sarcastically grinning and giving the infant in her arms an even tighter hug, as if this baby were only hers.

Naomi stifled a growl. Who are these two people? How were they able to commit such horrible act?

Naomi looked upward. "No!! Don't take my daughter! "

"She is not your daughter. Angela is mine."

Alfian loudly shouting. With his eyes bulging as if to stress that what was about to come out of his mouth was a final decision, he swiftly gripped Naomi's shoulder as she attempted to enter aggressively.

Naomi glared. She looking incredulously at Alfian Adams.

"What are you saying? Anggela my daughter, just me, your not her father. She is not a blood relative of yours or Airin's! You don't have compassion to take a mother's child away!"

To be continue....