My Husband's a Wasted Child

Dreamlike

Mr. Alfan was still in his position, bowing beside the patient bed. Likewise with Mr. Tirta with his position that bent his body while grasping the side of the bed.

"Sorry sir, the patient has passed away." The doctor said seriously. While Lord Alfan still could not believe, if lord Arganta had gone home.

"Dok, don't lie to me. Check back, Doc. Hurry along! Doc, I beg you. Maybe the doctor made a mistake in checking it, Doc! the patient may be sleeping. Hurry along! do the grip back, Doc." Alfan replied repeatedly, he still could not believe that Mr. Arganta had died. Mr. Alfan was still hoping to get proof of who the real culprit was.

"Sir Alfan, let's get out of this room. Now, meet your son. Don't you miss him so much? now you have found. I'm sure Zayen misses you a lot, dad. Hurry up, meet your son. Zayen really needs you, I'm sure of it." Sir Tirta persuaded, mister Alfan nodded.

With his steps that were not difficult to pursue, master Alfan had reached the room of his son who was fighting with his wounds.

Sir Alfan's tears were so hard to contain. Years of searching for his son who was missing more than twenty years, still no bright spot was found. In fact, Mr. Alfan really has been very frustrating in finding the figure of his favorite boy.

Mr. Tirta immediately forcibly pulled Mr. Raska, and asked him to step aside briefly from the room Zayen was being treated in. After that, Mr. Tirta immediately contacted Mr. Alfan's wife to be asked to come to the hospital immediately.

While Mr. Alfan himself slowly opened the door with a very careful heart.

Ceklek, Mr. Alfan closed it back down. Seeing his son's face so tight, Mr. Alfan brought himself closer beside his son who was lying limp on the patient's bed being treated.

Occasionally Mr. Alfan gently rubbed the part of his son's face with a longing that was so deep as the bottom of his heart. The much-anticipated fruit of the heart, just gone. And now, when met in very worrying conditions. Which parent is not hit by his feelings, when he gets happy news in a very worrying condition.

Gently, Lord Alfan kissed the forehead of his son who had never met for so long. In fact, master Alfan himself had not had time to pet his son. Now he saw that he had grown up and was handsome, and even had a very beautiful wife.

Curiosity is still stored, Mr. Alfan tried to see Zayen's left arm. Mr. Alfan really wanted to ascertain the truth, whether it was true that said by Mr. Arganta.

Slowly, mister Alfan tried to look at her. Hoping, what he said to lord Arganta was true.

At that very instant, master Alfan was completely dumbfounded to see her. Apparently, what the lord of Arganta said was the true birthmark of his son. A happy smile flashed on both corners of Mr. Alfan's lips, that he was very happy over being reunited with his beloved son who had long disappeared.

"Adevin, you're right Adevin's my son. It's papa, son. Papa misses you so much, even your mama is almost frustrated because papa can no longer find you. Forgive papa, who has been neglecting you all this time. Papa promised, you'll find the culprit. Papa also will not let you who are victims of the savagery of irresponsible people." Said mister Alfan while holding his son's hand.

Not long after, Alfan's wife and daughter Adelyn arrived at the hospital. Exactly in front of the room where Zayen was treated.

"Sorry Mr Tirta, what's the matter? why did Mr Tirta call me? did my husband have an accident?" his question is full of anxiety. Plus, the figure of her husband is no longer visible around Mr. Tirta. So is Adelyn, who is also curious about the answer she will give.

"No problem at all, even your husband is fine. Oh yeah, there's a surprise for you and Adelyn. Enter this room, you two will find the answer. Go ahead, come in." Reply Mr. Tirta, then smile.

"All right, we'll both be right in. Then excuse me .." he said, then turned his body around and slowly opened the door.

Chequek. Adelyn's mother opened the door slowly.

He saw the husband who was sitting next to the patient, his eyes were fixed with a male figure lying on the patient's bed.

Likewise with Adelyn, she caught the curiosity of the male figure who was lying limp.

After being beside her husband, all she saw was Zayen lying limp on the patient bed.

"Darling, what's wrong with Zayen? why are you crying? Zayen critical? Zayen needs a blood donor? Zayen why, baby?" his tanyanya asked a variety of questions. While mister Alfan was still silent, he only shook his head.

The wife who saw her husband's expression just looked at him with a confused feeling. Adelyn also feels that something is quite strange with her father who looks very different.

"You miss your son, don't you?" asked mister Alfan who was still in his position while wiping the palm of his son's hand.

"Yes for sure, who doesn't miss his son who has been missing for years. What is with your words? and why also talk in the patient room. Is now your schedule to keep Zayen?" ask his wife who still can not digest the words of her husband.

"Yes, Pa. I mean you say that, why?" asked Adelyn who was also curious about the words of the father. Mr. Alfan got up from his sitting position, then led his wife closer to his son to the left of the child who was lying on the bed.

Alfan's two hands were placed on his wife's shoulders and his face was fixed by his wife.

While taking a deep breath, and released slowly. Mr. Alfan tried to calm down, and hoped that the wife would not cry hysterically when she found out the truth.

"You miss your son a lot, don't you?" asked Mr. Alfan who was still staring fixedly at his wife.

"Yes, I miss him a lot." The answer then nodded, Adelyn saw that her parents were even more confused. Many times trying to digest it, but still can not find the answer.

"Zayen, Zayen is your son whom you have longed for. Zayen is Adevin, look at his birthmark." Said mister Alfan with a serious look.

"What!!! Zayen's? you mean, Zayen is Adevin? you're not lying anymore, are you? we're not making any more plays, are we?" asked the wife, not believing in hearing the explanation from her husband. Instantly, his body trembled, his lips twitching. What he was listening to really felt like a dream, all like the news of the wind that then left.