But not Me

Father's Son

Dara looks a bit hesitant when asked such a thing, to be honest he has not had an answer to Bagas's question on that one, he feels it is not time to open his mouth about what is in nature, although her suspicions point strongly at Kamila, Dara has no stronger evidence than her feelings. Especially at this time Kamila is also pregnant, as a fellow woman who has also experienced difficult periods of pregnancy, she does not want to give additional distress to Kamila, she said, moreover, she is now living her pregnancy alone without being cared for by Bagas, still lucky for her who during the early pregnancy was treated by Faisal who kindly took care of her with patience.

Amidst the confusion Dara was looking for an answer to Bagas' question which was quite difficult to answer by him, suddenly Kamila's nurse's cry sounded so loud that it made the whole house scatter towards Kamila's room, no exception Dara and followed by Bagas who even though his steps look a little lazy, but he was quite curious also with what makes Yati, who is also a little lazy, the nurse who was believed to take care of all Kamila's needs screamed hysterically.

The servants who were clamored and crowded in front of the door of Kamila's room, immediately stepped aside and gave way when Bagas arrived there, from the wide open door, Yati who was trying to lift Kamila's body lying on the floor, with difficulty, Yati's small body was very tired lifting Kamila's body.

"Mas" Dara pokes Bagas' arm, giving him a code to help lift Kamila's body.

Bagas, who had since arrived at the doorway like being hit by a swan, only seemed dumbfounded to immediately walk up to Kamila and carry the body of his ex-lover with ease.

"Mrs Kamila suddenly fainted master, forgive my carelessness!" Yati sobbed frantically following the footsteps of Bagas who walked towards the outside of the room while holding Kamila's body.

"I'll take him to the hospital, you're fine at home, I won't be long," bagas steps stopped briefly as he passed Dara's body which was also standing in front of Kamila's room door, after getting a nod from Dara, Bagas continued his steps, now not only Yati who followed him, but also Yati who followed him, but also Anwar who is ready with the car keys in his hand.

"What's the deck? Why is Kamila in a bopong like that?" Yoga who had just come from the outside looked confused to see the crowd in front of the door of Kamila's room, especially when he saw Kamila in the carriage out of the room by Bagas.

"Kamila fainted, sis" Dara replied briefly, she hurriedly walked towards her room out of fear that the Emperor would wake up in her room.

"Fainting? Fainted why? Is Kamila sick?" tanya Yoga again followed Dara's steps towards her room upstairs.

"She is pregnant, maybe her body power is weak, plus the nurse said she does not want to eat," explained Dara as she looked at the crib where the Emperor was still asleep.

"Pregnant? Mr Bagas' son? Not that they've-" a Yoga survey that now looks like mothers are gossiping during a dasawisma event in the village.

"Ish, what the hell, brother, it's none of our business!" tepis Dara who is now somehow even imagined when Bagas carrying Kamila, there is a little pain like pinching in his chest when he saw that, but there is also a sense of guilt, thinking of the possibility that if the child was really the seed of Bagas, he felt that he was the destroyer of the happiness that they should have gained and was now snatched away by him.

Dara felt herself present because of the accident and not wanted at all by Bagas, but it turns out that instead of making his original love for Kamila was forced to run aground because the man was trapped in marriage with himself who saw the figure of Kamila on him because of the resemblance of their faces.

Sometimes Dara often thinks, would Bagas' attitude be as sweet and kind as it is today if his face did not look like Kamila? Who is she who is only a village woman and a lowly factory employee.

"Sir, I dream!" tegur Yoga when he found his sister even showed her blank gaze towards the balcony door of the room made of translucent glass.

"Oh yes, brother asked what? Whose son? Yes, my father, brother!" seloroh Dara does not want to extend the conversation about who is the father of the baby in Kamila's bladder at this time.

"Ih, the grandmothers also know that it's her father, I mean who the father is, because according to the rumors circulating among the servants, I mean, angara mbak Kamila and your husband had not lived together for a long time," said Yoga upset with the answer from Dara who seemed to cover up.

"Where do I know sister, I didn't come when Kamila made her son!"

**

While in the hospital,

Bagas waited for Kamila who was being examined in the room, did not see the slightest anxious face on Bagas' face, unlike when he was waiting for Dara in the same hospital, the man always looks riled up and does not want to be away from Dara goods a minute.

The man had since only been watching his phone screen while occasionally writing something there, he had only stopped in his activities when the doctor who examined Kamila approached him.

"The connection is very weak, your wife has to bed rest, for a few days in the hospital" said the obstetrician who had just finished examining Kamila.

"Hem, just do it as well, according to the procedure, I just go along." replied Bagas, not interested in asking this was about how the condition of Kamila or the fetus in her stomach, said Bagas, he just did it without feeling.

"Bagas, where are you going?" ask Kamila who is now in the nursery.

"The doctor said you just need to rest and eat right and regularly, there's nothing to worry about, I want to go home, my wife and children are waiting at home." answer Bagas who feels like a knife incision in the heart of Kamila, always Dara and her child who became the center of attention, even when she rolled weakly like this.

"But he is also your son, he also wants to be noticed by you, just as you pay attention to your other children, still in the stomach is already favoritism, he said, what will be your fate when you are born, son. Your father won't even accompany you!" Kamila rubbed her stomach which still looked flat.

"Kamila please don't start arguing again, I'm tired!"

Bagas' clenched hands held back his anger, his jaws hardened with both of his eyes closed, he did not want to fight with Kamila in the hospital, he also gave the woman a little tolerance because she was sick, so he didn't want to be too rude to her.

"When your first child is in the womb you don't take care of it, and you feel sorry, don't you? Then now will repeat it in your second child, lest you regret it a second time, Bagas!" kamila said boldly.

"Currently, it's not my son, no one has proven that it's my son!" about Bagas with all his arguments.

"Well, what if this is your son? How does he feel if he knows that his own father once ignored him while in his mother's womb, and even worse he was once doubted as his flesh and blood, can you imagine how sick he is, you will be regretted until you die?" kamila said trying to influence Bagas' current mind.

It seems that Kamila's efforts can be said to be half successful, because it was able to make Bagas quiet for a while like he was considering something, but then he remained out of Kamila's nursery without a word, without a word, although Kamila called out to him repeatedly with heartbreaking cries, making Kamila feel desperate because all her efforts felt futile, Bagas still did not want and did not care about her.

After a few minutes, the door of the room where Kamila was in care opened again from the outside, Bagas' figure returned to the room, and, Kamila who was still crying at that time because he felt that he had really lost Bagas and could not possibly reach it again, he said, immediately flabbergasted and almost could not believe that it turned out Bagas came back to see him and now even sat on a chair beside the bed where he lay.

This is really like a miracle and the greatest miracle and gift that Kamila got, Bagas has really come back and is now real in front of him.