LITTLE GIRL

Conscious

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"Mother, Morgan when do you wake up? Disya kangen." he continued to stare at Morgan's weak body which still did not change. Disya clasped one of Morgan's hands and cried sobbing.

"Disya prayed yes, may Morgan quickly wake up" he said stroking his son's hair, Disya's sobbing was increasingly heard making Cia's chest more tight.

"Udah, Disya can't cry. …" Cia did not continue her words when she heard Disya's hungry stomach voice.

"Pfft .. hahaha, Disya laper hm?" his laughter exploded looking at Disya's flushed cheeks.

Disya stroked her stomach by nodding her head making Cia anxious.

"Alright, we go to the hospital canteen" he bargained.

"As for the mother, Disya is already a very laper mother." whine Disya, with a single jolt Disya was already in Cia's arms and kissed her fat.

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Enough's enough! This time Ziand really missed his son, a fool with Cia's rampage later. If it continues like this, how will it go in the future? Whenever Ziand wanted to see his son, Cia always forbade him from bringing up the past.

The scathing jabs Ziand had always gotten from the woman, it was time for Ziand to act.

Chequek.

Ziand stared at the corner of Morgan's ward, could it be that Cia was in the toilet? Before this man steps his foot toward the son. Ziand first checked the room, whether Morgan was alone. Where's that woman?

His forehead wrinkled. "Where is that woman and also Disya, surely Cia took Disya away. Why didn't Disya call me?" inner Ziand recalled no messages or phone calls from her daughter.

"Huh, stop. It's just nice not." he added with a grin rising on the lips of this man.

Slowly Ziand moved his feet towards the weakly lying son with a deathly pale face.

Clear circles drenched his cheeks, Ziand brought his face closer to Morgan. His burly hand trembled as he rubbed Morgan's cheek.

"Quick conscious baby, he said Morgan wanted to see papa. This is papa boy, don't sleep long. You don't miss the mother and the others." whispered Ziand, peeping long at Morgan's forehead fondly.

"Later if Morgan recovers, papa promises to invite Morgan, Disya and mother to take a walk together. Rich that Morgan told me was just as old."

Ziand grew sobbing, thinking how Cia suffered after she perko*a, until she gave birth to her son and raised him without a husband figure.

Ziand raised his head back, hugging his son tightly. Like channeling energy. "I'm sorry papa who didn't accompany you while pregnant with you boy, forgive papa who is not aware of your presence" he said still with a small sob.

Ziand's movements from earlier could not be separated from the pair of eyes that watched him from the outside door glass, seeing the regretful face of Ziand made his heart throb. She also cried when she heard Ziand's words.

No other and no, that woman is Cia. He came back because his cell phone and wallet were left behind, he just wanted to open the door of the room. Cia heard the sound of sobbing, very sad. Made this woman undo her intention to enter.

How surprised Cia was to see Ziand who was crying by rubbing his son's head. The words that Ziand had uttered were still spinning in his mind.

"Am I selfish, god? Blame it if I thought he'd separate me and Morgan?" cia Thought.

Turning to Ziand who was sitting on a chair near the gurney, this man still faithfully stroked his son's cold hands. This man also clasped his son's hand to channel the warmth.

Ziand let go after being satisfied, he walked up to the sofa of the room and contacted Max. As he contacted Max, Ziand did not notice that his son's tiny fingers were moving.

"Morgan." the call was soft.

Although his eyes were fully opened, Morgan still refused to answer. His body felt very limp, the shadow of Tara tormenting him frightened him. Droplets of water came out from his eye patch, sending Ziand into a panic and pressing the red button provided to call for help.

Seeing the doctor and several nurses enter her son's room in a hurry, Cia also panicked. Without ba bi bu, Cia follows them to check on Morgan.

After the doctors and nurses came out, Cia ran to hug her son who was still crying. Whether that happened with Morgan, Cia also cried.

Cia kissed her son's entire face many times, longing very much. No response was issued by Morgan, this little man still continues to cry and tighten his embrace with his mother.

Ziand followed the doctor.

"Darling, why hm?" lirih Cia patted her son's back.

"Morgan misses mother." his great-grandson was very slow, even so slowly Cia only heard a few parts.

"Well, what's the cry now, Morgan wants?"

Morgan shook his head in response, his throat hurting if he spoke. But a few seconds later…

"Ha ... thirsty mother" he said trying to recover his voice.

Cia nodded, giving her a cup of warm water. Just one gulp, the door of the room was kicked hard by the pouting little girl.

"Mother!" his whine still didn't realize that Morgan was conscious.

Cia turned her body, facing Disya who was singing her lips with her eyes squinted.

Jesus, Cia forgot that she left Disya because she wanted to take her handphone and wallet.

"Mother, why so long bang.. MORGAN!" pekiknya was excited to see Morgan who was looking at him too.

Disya also did the same with Cia and Ziand, this little boy repeatedly thanked the creator.

Without a second thought, Disya headed for the gurney that Morgan occupied and coded Cia to sit on top of the gurney.

Both embrace to take off the miss.

"Finally our prayers were granted by our mother god, Morgan is aware now" he said staring at the bead of Cia's watery eyes.

•••

Ziand had just walked out of the doctor's office, he was shaking his hair in frustration. Later he met his son, now this man must think about what he will say to Cia.

The flashback

Ziand and the young doctor were sitting face to face with a very serious face.

"How is my son?" tanyanya direct.

"Your son, is traumatized…

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