Daddy's! My Mom's Not Your Choice?

Fast or Slow!

"Mother! Mother! Help me!"

While recovering and unable to feel well, Jevan awoke to the screams of someone, who was his own daughter.

Although post-operative pain is still felt, the man desperately woke up from his bed. Yes, within hours of opening her eyes, Ezra was always screaming, like she was scared.

"Dad here. Dad's with you. Ezra, can you hear me?"

Ezra opened his eyes spontaneously. He looked at the face of Jevan who was holding him. "Dad, someone kept chasing me. Get me out of here." Cold sweat came out like a big corn seed. Ezra was really scared.

"Dad, get me a knife. I'll finish the guy off." Still half the fuss, Ezra managed to make his father goosebumps.

A moment of fear, a moment of courage, a moment of crying, then cold laughter.

"It's just the two of us. I'll take care of you, so don't be afraid, yeah,"

As she changes, Ezra falls back to sleep when she feels safe.

Trauma after the tragedy that befell him made Ezra's sanity disturbed apparently. Jevan had to be tormented watching her daughter suffer a slight mental breakdown.

Don't take away my daughter's happiness, Lord, maybe this is a rebuke for me as an incompetent parent. Lord, please return Ezra as before, I promise to protect him, and be the father he can count on.

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"Jevan, let's talk outside."

Roze no longer felt stale asking if Jevan had recovered and no longer felt the pain of his surgery wound. It should be for a man, such a small wound is not so serious.

Jevan who saw the seriousness of Roze's invitation, just followed with a feeling of excitement. When else could I have time to talk to Roze, he thought.

Just waiting for what Roze wanted to say, Jevan obediently kept silent.

"Ezra needs a talented counselor. Van, I hope you can work together for her recovery."

"Roze, I-I've been thinking about this as well. Of course I'll work with you. You just tell me what I have to do."

"That's all?"

The short question stopped Roze's 5cm-footed heels that immediately left after finishing what he was about to say.

"Accept with you? You alone, don't you also need a consultation with the right expert?" so subtle was the way Jevan asked about Roze Moze's mental health.

Jevan continued, "The Roze I used to know has a cheerful and feisty face. Not a cold woman like the one in front of me right now. Roze, I also want you to heal from all the bad past you kept yourself."

More precisely ... You have to put your ego aside and reopen the opportunity for me. I promise you, the rest of my age I will make you happy. Realizing that his heart was only considered as nonsense, Jevan was only able to express it inwardly.

"Don't question my mental health. I am able to stand tall in front of you right now, signifying that I have managed to rise from the cruelness of the world that I have to face alone."

Jevander was frozen. Roze did not even turn to face him. Feeling guilty, Jevan's face seemed to regret what he had just suggested.

"Focus on the kids if you want them. Pay for all the childhoods they've had without a father. I ... Just want them to get what I can't get at my young age."

"If you think that way, why don't you introduce me to the kids in the first place?" jevan gently held Roze's hand as the woman almost stepped back.

"Because I don't want to disturb your life. I don't think you can accept the kids that come from me. But after knowing you opened your arms wide to them, I was quite touched."

"Then let's get married and create a happy life. Give me a chance to get back to your heart."

Roze pulled his hand politely. "Marriage isn't important to me." Then go.

"Rozes! I'm not giving up! You'll come back to me sooner or later!" no matter which corridor was filled with his voice, Jevan steadily expressed his intentions.

"That's your business." Roze no longer dizzy with Jevan's wishes.

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