I Just Want to Be Loved

Rescue her.

At Zion and Raina's residence.

" Sat.ma.."

His son ran over by calling Raian who was sitting on the living room sofa.

" What are you doing, I'm so tired don't bother me". Raina reluctantly holds her son who is being asked to be carried by her, "Bi. aunty...".

" Yes madam".

The waiter ran in a hurry to hear Raina's call.

" What are you doing ? can't you work right ?".

The smear to the servant.

" Then what are you doing ?". Zion's voice rang out from the direction of the door that had just entered the house, "Stop passing your anger on others who know nothing".

" Don't interfere, I'm not talking to you". Raina, as usual the woman was always rude and stubborn.

" Aunty go". Zion told the waiter politely.

" If you keep working this way I'll fire you right away".

" Don't you dare do that, he's the man I hired".

" Oh so ! there's no one I like in this house".

" Hmm, I don't like you either".

" It's good, because you don't like me why don't you divorce me ?".

" Because I don't want my son to have no mother".

" Don't joke with me, I don't like your son".

" He's your son, don't forget that".

" I never admit it, cam it's that".

Zion could only sigh deeply in the face of the rude attitude of the woman who had been his wife for 4 years.

' As hard as a rock if it continues in the water will break as well, I hope he can also change someday'.

That was the belief that Zion had instilled in her heart all this time that kept her afloat.

*******

" Who's the boy's father?".

Risky's voice broke the daydream of Cyka sitting frantically waiting in front of her daughter's treatment room.

" You don't need to know". Tackle Cyka with her hoarse voice.

" That kid looks like he's about Rehan's age, what is he.."

" Stop thinking no-no, she's my daughter".

" Did I say he's not your daughter, then who was the father the doctor had meant earlier? is he Fakhri sir ?".

" Whoever he is that's obviously not you".

" What do you mean, stop talking to Cyka.."

" What should we do ?". Suddenly the doctor who treated Richa came out, "We've run out of blood in this hospital, can't you ask your husband to donate his blood, because if your blood isn't the same as hers then her father must be the same right?". Continue doctor.

Cyka sat down, her legs very limp.

" What happened ? why are you quiet, didn't the doctor ask you to call his father ?".

' What should I do ? I don't want her to know that Richa is her daughter, I don't want her to know that'.

" Cyka... want to cry, don't you worry about your daughter ?".

Risky's voice rose because he was furious to see Cyka silent and just crying.

" But my daughter doesn't have a father, she doesn't have one".

Risky's eyes widened he was surprised to hear Cyka's words.

" Are you kidding me ? which child is born without a father, are you pregnant with a demon, don't joke tell me who is the real father of your child so that your daughter can be saved immediately, do you want her to die ?".

Deg.

The words Risky spoke pierced his heart. His selfishness could endanger his son's life.

" Simples.."

Fakhri's voice sounded from the corner of the room that was running over.

" What's going on? is Richa okay ? why are you crying ? speak out".

Fakhri gripped his arm.

" It's good that you're here, so tell me who's the boy's father?".

" What ? why are you asking me ?".

" Because he won't tell me how many times I'll ask".

" I can't tell you either, because I don't have the right to speak".

" Ok, keep quiet if you want to see the child die.

Fakhri was surprised to hear Risky's words.

Because of his annoyance Risky almost left the two people.

" Save him, then, because only you can save him". In the end he gave up as well and spoke up.

' Mommy doesn't want to lose you baby, sorry because Mami is so selfish, sorry dear Mami'.

Risky came back closer, "After I saved your daughter, you have to explain things to me Cyka". Risky said as he entered the treatment room to donate his blood.

Fakhri had suspected this since the incident last afternoon during the celebration.

" I'm sorry sir".

" Forget it, there's nothing to forgive".

" I'm sorry for lying to you all this time".

" I'm not a fool you can easily lie to, it's because I don't care about your past, because everyone has a past that he can't easily tell others".

" thank you".

" I'm the one who should be apologizing".

" I'm sorry for what?".

" You don't need to know for now, just focus on your daughter".

True anything is not important at this time compared to the condition of his daughter.