Love Shabrina

Arsya Doesn't Have A Dad

Nesya was taken to a nearby clinic in the area. There is no hospital here, the hospital is quite far away, about five hours from where Shabrina lives. So Hans did not want to take the risk especially when he saw Nesya who had difficulty breathing.

Nesya is now lying with her breathing apparatus. His breathing began to reorganize. And that made Shabrina already able to feel calm.

He was never far from Nesya. Sit beside Nesya's bed and hold her small hand gently.

While Arsya and Devan sat on an empty bed that was also in the small room.

"So Nesya suffered from congenital heart disease since childhood?" devan asked arrived.

Shabrina just nodded slowly. His face was tired and looked so sad.

Devan was quite surprised when Shabrina explained to the doctor who treated Nesya earlier, and said that her daughter had congenital heart disease from birth. Devan felt more guilty hearing that.

"We're taking Nesya to Sha town" Devan said

Shabrina was stunned, she looked at Nesya who was still asleep with her nanar gaze.

The town???

That means he's back in Devan's life?

Looking back at the person who made her cry every day???

"Sha, Nesya needs treatment and surgery. You definitely don't want him to go on like this" Devan said. He spoke as softly as possible to Shabrina who still looked confused and agitated.

Shabrina bowed, tears still piled up in her eyes.

If he were to return to the capital, he would definitely meet Devan's mother who hated him so much.

And again, Shabrina is not Devan's wife, and Devan can't take responsibility for her. Devan is only responsible for his children.

Shabrina couldn't go, she didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

But what about the kid?

Nesya needs treatment, and Arsya needs school too.

Living with her will only make her children miserable.

This is the way for the child to be happy. But... was he able to separate from them????

Six years Shabrina only lived three, hard to be happy they went through together. And now Devan comes to offer everything, and everything for the happiness of Nesya and Arsya.

What should Shabrina do?

She doesn't want to go with Devan?

But his son needs Devan.

"Sha.." call Devan again.

Shabrina wiped her tears quickly.

He was still silent, he was still completely confused.

"Mother crying again?" asked Arsya who had just been silent and watching them. Now he got down from the bed and walked over to Shabrina.

Shabrina smiled and grabbed Arsya into his lap.

"Mother is just worried about Nesya son" replied Shabrina. He hugged Arsya and kissed her head gently.

Devan looked at them with a hard heart. Shabrina's wound is really big. He must be worried right now.

But Devan also can't let Nesya like this continue.

"Mother, are we not going with Devan to bring Nesya to treatment?" ask Arsya. He looked at Shabrina with sadness.

And that made Devan smile thinly. His intentions will succeed if Arsya and Nesya invite their mother.

"From the beginning Nesya likes to be crowded. Arsya is afraid of Nesya why Napa mother" Arsya said again.

Shabrina was silent hearing that.

"Arsya wants to go with Devan, right, son?" ask Devan anyway. Now he's approaching Arsya and Shabrina.

Shabrina immediately looked at Devan with increasingly watery eyes.

"We take Nesya for treatment. Let Nesya recover" Devan said again as he rubbed Arsya's head gently.

Arsya looked at her mother who still looked doubtful.

But their attention was again turned to Nesya who began to wake up.

"Mother.." call Nesya. His voice was still hoarse and sounded slow.

"Yes son, mother here" Shabrina moved and rubbed Nesya's head.

"It still hurts his chest?" ask Shabrina. But Nesya immediately shook her head.

"Mother went away" Nesya pulled a breathing apparatus on her nose, but was immediately grabbed by Devan.

"Slow down son" said Devan who helped release the device.

Nesya looked at Devan closely, and looked back at her mother.

"Mother" called Nesya again when Devan had removed the device.

"Yes dear" replied Shabrina

"But Nesya dreams of meeting father"

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Shabrina and Devan immediately stared at Nesya's words.

"Dad came mother, father came to pick up Nesya with mother and sister" said Nesya again.

Hearing that Shabrina bowed back and held back her cries.

Look, even his own son already knows with the presence of his biological father.

How Shabrina was able to dodge again.

Devan immediately hugged Nesya gently, peeping at the forehead of his little princess who still looked pale.

"This is my son, this is my father. I'm coming, I'm sorry, son" Devan said regretfully. Tears he could not stand. His heart really hurt and was crushed to hear Nesya's words.

What kind of father would he let his children like this.

Shabrina sobbed and let Devan hug Nesya. Yes, he can no longer cover everything. Their children should know that their father has returned.

"Dad?" ask Nesya

Devan looked at Nesya and nodded.

"Yes, this is my dad. Sorry dad just came in now. Sorry dad" said Devan

"Why didn't you say. Why you just came home now. Nesya has been waiting for father for a long time" said Nesya innocently. But the plain words were able to make Shabrina and Devan cry even more sad.

"Sorry son's father" Devan was unable to say anything more than an apology. Although he said a thousand words of apology, but still, he would not be able to make up for his mistakes all this time.

"Dad, don't go again. Nesya wants the same father continue" pinta Nesya.

Devan nodded quickly.

"Dad won't go anymore son" Devan replied as he blurted Nesya's face and kissed her daughter's forehead gently.

"Dad promise" pinta Nesya again.

"Promise" Devan replied.

Nesya immediately smiled and hugged Devan tightly. His face looks so happy.

"Mother... Nesya's father is back. Nesya has a father now" Nesya confronts Shabrina.

Shabrina could only nod and smile painfully.

Oh my...

seeing Nesya's happiness like this, would she be able to separate them again???

"Sister, we already have a father right now" now Nesya turned to Arsya who had been staring at Devan.

Shabrina and Devan looked directly at Arsya.

"Son.." call Devan.

Arsya just kept quiet and looked at him fixedly. That innocent face looked flat, but no one knew about his heart contents at this moment.

"Arsya has no father!"

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