Divorce Me!

Chapters 14.

When we got to the hospital, I ran to the receptionist, asking where my daughter was being treated. After getting the information, Mas Amar and I immediately walked towards the room.

I saw my mother from a distance, like she was talking to a doctor.

"Mother, what about Fitri?" my question, while regulating the roar of my breath that was stung because the road was too fast, could even be said to be half-run.

"Are you two parents, Fitri?" the doctor said to me, making me look at him.

It was not the mother who answered my question, it was the doctor who wore the Abraham name tag who asked me back.

"Dock bill, I'm the Mother of Fitri. How's my daughter Doc doing?" my many.

Doctor Abraham looked at me and Mas Amar in turn. "Actually your daughter is not sick, but her mind is sick" the doctor replied ambiguously. Confused me, what did he mean.

"Doctor mean?"

"Sorry, before. Are you and Dad separated?" asked Abraham's doctor who made me and Mas Amar to look at each other, and turned to look at Abraham's doctor while shaking his head.

"Before I as a doctor apologized, I didn't mean to interfere in your household. However, my advice, even though you two have separated, but the communication between father and son continues. Fitri had earlier called her father in his sleep. To cause high body temperature and seizures, he seems to miss his father very much," said Abraham's doctor explained at length while glancing at Mas Amar.

Looks like this doctor misunderstood, maybe he thought Mas Amar was my husband.

"May I see my daughter, Doc?"

"Of course, Mother. However, it would be better if her father also comes with you to go inside huh, ma'am. Excuse me first" the doctor gave a slam and walked away.

The tears that had dried up flowed again on the cheeks. That's why, my daughter endured longing for her father, until she got sick like this? I wanted to cry and scream and drag the irresponsible man's body in front of my daughter.

"Already Sukma, let's go inside! Poor Fitri, he must be waiting for you!" Mas Amar gently rubbed my back, making this flogging heart get a little better.

I was anxious to enter and hug my daughter at this moment, but my footsteps seemed to be stifled. How will Fitri ask again about his father, what should I answer? Did I just tell him that his father was buried in the ground. Toh ... Mas Ali also won't be able to see him.

If I say that, will Fitri someday hate me? I was afraid that one day my daughter would get angry and hate me for lying to her about her father. Oh my God .. Please help me!

"Come ... Sukma, what are you thinking?" Amar again.

Gently rubbing tears that were unceasingly falling on the cheeks. The heart of an unbroken mother sees a baby so loved, lying weakly in a hospital bed. I held this little white hand, rubbed it gently and kissed it occasionally.

"Fitri, baby. Awake, Son! There is a mother here, Fitri does not want to hug the mother, baby," said I lirih. I was so worried about her current weak state, I slowly saw her eyes open.

I smiled as my daughter's beautiful eyes looked at me for a moment, before those wiggly eyes switched, and engraved a smile on her lips. I followed the direction of Naira's eyes, I just realized that in this room there is not only me and Fitri alone. But there is also Mas Amar who realized earlier just silently accompanied me.

"Dad ... Dad's coming, Fitri miss daddy!" he cried with happiness.

Degh's!

This heart was so torn apart that I saw my daughter spread her arms towards Mas Amar. He thought the man was his father who came for him.

My tears were falling incessantly, I cried silently looking at my daughter's longing for her father figure. What a heart you are, Mas Ali. You are truly zholim towards your own daughter, torturing our beautiful daughter with an incurable longing.

"Yes, Son. Dad's here, Fitri's healing, baby!" sahut Mas Amar by stroking Fitri's head gently. His words just made me freeze.

What the hell does this mean? I want to be angry with him for the lies he has done, for what he gave Fitri false hope that would eventually make my daughter even more sick!

However, seeing Fitri who was so carefree, made me speechless. With Fitri's spirit rising from his bed, he immediately hugged Mas Amar who was nearby. With tears between her smiles, my little girl said these heart-wrenching words.

"Dad came for Fitri? Fitri is glad you came. Belalti Pitli has a father, like pitli's friends. Dad, canapa dad doesn't live with pitli and mom, pitli kangen same dad!" fitri.

Right now my little girl is sitting sweetly on Mas Amar's lap. The small hand clutched Mas Amar's body firmly, as if it did not want his father to go back away from him. Just now that I wanted to open my mouth, I saw Mas Amar shaking his head slowly at me.

Oh my God .. what should I do, why now all these problems seem complicated to me.

However, I can't bear to ruin the happiness on Fitri's tiny face right now. Just let him think Mas Amar is his father, later I will talk to Mas Amar. At least until my little girl gets well, if that guy doesn't want to, I'm willing to prostrate at her feet, I'll do anything for my daughter's happiness.

Fitri! Forgive me, Son!

Sorry because you chose the wrong companion, to make you suffer being born in this world. Forgive me, dear. Pardon me!