Jrat Love Pak Dosen

Chapter 72

"Azka doesn't have a mommy, Azka only has a mother! You remain onty Azka because of onty's father's friend," argued Azka.

"Azka wants to go home! Onty is a liar, she said she wanted to take Azka to the hospital to see Azka's sister's mother, but until the night Onty did not take Azka!" the four-year-old shouted while standing about to come out of the room.

"Azka tonight sleeps here first, tomorrow morning onty take Azka to the hospital. It's night, Boy. How's it?" Grace tried to persuade the child.

The widow Arshaka still displays her sweet smile so that the child is devastated. The woman was eager to sleep hugging the flesh blood that had been left just like that due to the insistence of her parents. This may be his first and last night with the child after several years of separation.

In Grace's little heart her attempt to get custody of Azka will fail, given how cruel she was to abandon her child who was still red at the time. Even so, he also felt entitled to take care of the child, considering the age of the child who was still under five years old.

Azka has now come out of the luxury house while carrying her school bag. He will leave even if he is not delivered by a woman he considers only as a friend of the father.

"Azka! Wait, it's night. Tomorrow onty inter, now sleep first," cried Grace as she chased after the child who was now standing in front of the gate.

"Sir Kus, hold my son! Don't let him out!" grace's orders to his security guard.

The woman stopped chasing and shouted. His breath was blown away as he ran after the child. His heart was beating too fast, so his chest felt tight.

After her heartbeat felt back to normal, Grace walked slowly closer to the child. Once in front of Azka, she knelt down to equalize her height with the child. Azka's birth mother's hand stretched out, rubbing the boy's hair lovingly.

"Azka, don't go to the hospital alone. Nights like this are not good. There's a lot of clickers out there looking for kids hanging around at night" Grace said, scaring the child.

"It doesn't have to be out there, there's also a penc*lik!" sindir Azka was upset with pursed lips.

Grace grimaced at the child's remark that she was an indirect kidnapper. The child turned out to be well educated by father and mother. Evidently since then, the child was very smart to answer every word.

Eventually, Grace relented and took the child to the hospital. Forcing with the child is useless because the child still considers himself someone else. He would approach his son slowly, so that Azka would not judge him badly.

"Ok, onty will take you to the hospital. But, onty change clothes first. No way, right, to the hospital dressed like this?"

Azka nodded enthusiastically with sparkling eyes as she was finally able to meet her parents and sister.

Half an hour later, Grace came out wearing a t-shirt and long jeans. Don't forget his favorite hoodie and snakes. His brown hair was tied to a ponytail, so the young widow looked like an ABG child.

"Ready to go?" ask Grace as soon as they're in the car.

"Ready!" azka answered briefly while giving her thumbs.

Throughout the journey of the little boy chattering, never stopping to tell stories. All his friends and closest people are told, nothing is missed. The boy's brain is as intelligent as the father's.

Grace smiled at the babbling of the child, occasionally chiming in the speech of the child. His eyes were teary, moved by the intelligence and discipline possessed by the four-year-old.

"Azka could be this smart, who taught?" ask Grace curiously.

"Sometimes dad, sometimes broke up, sometimes even Sister Rina. Not necessarily anyway? If you go to the house, learning is also equally eye-to-eye," Azka's enthusiastic story.

It turns out you're surrounded by the right people, son.

They have now arrived at the hospital where Shaila is being treated. Grace asks Arshaka's new wife's ward. However, the visiting hours were up, so they were not allowed to enter to visit.

Grace calls Arshaka to go down to meet them in the lobby. While waiting for Arshaka to come, Azka began to yawn because she was sleepy. The woman who gave birth to Azka offered the child to sleep on her lap so that she could sleep comfortably.

Azka refused to sleep on the lap of the new woman several times he met. He chose to sit on the long chair in the hospital lobby with sleepiness. Feeling a long wait, the little boy leaned his body against the back of the chair, then closed his eyes again while hugging his bag.

Arshaka descended into the lobby in a hurry as the wife had just fallen asleep, as did the twins Zahran and Zayyan. Before going down to the lobby, the father of three asked a nurse to help him in his room. The young father was afraid the twins would suddenly cry as he picked up his eldest son.

"Sorry, lama. Just wait for the nurses to take care of them" Arshaka said as soon as he reached the lobby.

"No problem. Azka seemed to be sleeping heavily. Ever since I asked to be brought here, I have no heart. So, I don't want to have to take her."

There is a sense of awkwardness between the two. Actually there is no problem anymore if Grace does not demand Azka custody. However, the demands that Grace has filed make the atmosphere awkward.

"I hope there's still a chance to get to know my son. I could sleep all night hugging her. However, it felt like it was just a dream because he thought I was just another person who happened to pass by in his life," said Grace spilling a desire that had long been harbored alone.

Arshaka fell silent, unable to chimed in on the ex-wife's words. He could also feel how sad it was not to be recognized by the flesh blood itself. Despite the mistakes made, they are still mothers and children.

"You should be more patient. Don't just because you can't be patient you lose the moment with Azka forever! He's a critical kid, everything we say should be clear. It is not easy to face a critical child because we must have extensive knowledge to explain every question he raises," Arshaka advised wisely.

"I'll be patient. Well, even if later I fail to get custody of it. I still hope there's a chance to babysit my son, even if it's too late."

"The opportunity will always come. It's just the time is not right with our circumstances."