My Perfect Bestie, No! Husbands!

Radit Dilemma

Hearing Tasya's condition makes Radit feel really guilty. This is his fault for staying up, he had thought that if Tasya met his mother in person he would be able to try to accept it.

But it turns out that dealing with the mental is difficult and difficult. He was eager to see Tasya but Diana said that later. Because Tasya does have a schedule of consultations with doctor Lizabeth.

Lidya is also fretting, however Tasya is her daughter. He could feel that his daughter was not doing well, especially now that Radit seemed silent in the back garden chair like a lot of thoughts.

Lydia approached her son and sat down beside him. He slowly rubbed his son's back with affection. "Radit, I told you we can't force Tasya. Mama can see Tasya, knowing Tasya from you also feels like mama is relieved. Let mama get out of here, will you?"

Radi closed his eyes tightly, he didn't know what to do. There was no way she would abandon her mother again while she already had a myriad of successes. It's impossible for Radit to let his parents live on the streets.

Actually he could have rented a house or given a house, but still. Tasya will not be able to adapt later. Radit does not want Tasya to continue to hate his own mother, even though he has also been at the point.

"Don't think about it, Ma. That's Radit's business, isn't it most important that you're patient? Tasya's condition is not easy."

Lydia was very sad in fact, but she had to smile in front of her son so as not to worry. He knows and is well aware of his past mistakes, he understands that Tasya cannot accept them. Maybe this is also karma worth doing in the past.

"Ma, dear Mama Tasya?"

The question came out of Radit's mouth when he thought about what he was thinking now. Lydia naturally nodded, this guilt of hers was even more numerous times that of Tasya whom she had left when she was only a few days old. He loved her because of the many mistakes she made.

"Radit please don't give up on the same approach Tasya huh?" Pinta Radit grasped both hands of her mother.

Lydia smiled. "Mama's not gonna give up, honey. But there are times when we have to hold everything down first until things improve. Tasya needs you more now, she's sad for sure because she feels you're not with her."

"Radit's wrong, Ma?"

It's not wrong, but Tasya feels that what he has is Radit. So he must have felt that his brother did not love him anymore. They both lived together since childhood, from what Radit told, Lydia knew that her daughter was afraid of losing Radit's affection.

"The time is not right yet, so you will meet Tasya tonight? Mama will be here with Amanda or if you need to take Amanda. Tasya must be happy to see her new niece, let alone her going to be a mother."

"Maa, sorry Radit yes ... "

"The mother who should apologize to you, even though a million times mama said, it's still not enough for what you've been through."

Lydia hugged her son tightly, bringing him the eighth mother. She would always hug her two children and introduce a mother's embrace like this. So if Tasya hasn't been able to reach it, let him fix it from Radit first. Because they are both his children.

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Amanda and Radit enter Diana's house. Tasya and Diana were chatting there. Yes, in this condition, Tasya must be talked to a lot so that his health improves and communication runs smoothly.

Amanda immediately approached Tasya while carrying her little daughter. Yes, hopefully Tasya can be happy to see the baby in his carrier. "Koranaaaa."

Amanda nodded and brought her son closer to Tasya. "Beautiful dong, rich Auntynya."

"Whose name?" Tasya asked as she rubbed the baby's cheek with her fingertips.

"Zahra." Amanda brought her daughter closer to Tasya. "Aunty wants a sling?"

Tasya nodded, she loved babies. So he is also not stiff anymore if carrying, although not smooth as well. Slowly Amanda put Zahra in Tasya's sling. Make Tasya smile.

"It's like Amanda's sister." Tasya chuckled then kissed his nephew's cheeks slowly.

Diana saw that so she smiled, she imagined that Tasya would give birth later. Surely his son would be this beautiful too if it were a woman and if a man would be similar to Al.

"Will my son be rich Zahra?" Ask Tasya.

Amanda nodded happily because Tasya wanted to talk to her. "Of course, your child will be gnarled. So from now on take care of his health, right? Eat a lot and drink milk."

"Can I learn from Amanda too?" Ask Tasya.

"By dong." Amanda nodded her head. While Tasya is still a henchman holding his nephew.

Radit was there, but Tasya still didn't want to talk to him. Honestly Radit was very sad to be ignored by his own sister, but he should not impose his will on Tasya as well. Tasya needs good mental health right now.

When Tasya was busy holding the baby, it turned out from behind the door Al had gone home. Diana who saw it immediately invited Amanda and Radit to talk.

What Tasya needs now is Al. So they gave time for both of them to enjoy the time. Even though they'll be alone again tonight.

Al smiles to see his wife smiling while holding the baby, this is his reflection when their child is born. Tasya looks so happy to hold the baby in her cradle.

"Darling ... "

Tasya who heard that immediately looked at Al who was now sitting beside him while peeping at the top of Tasya's head. "Are you okay?"

Tasya nodded and showed the baby in her lap. "Such a pretty little brother."

Al nodded his head while smiling at the little baby. "Funny, you like it?"

"I like, later our children are rich gini also not Mas?" Tasya asked, who was deep in her heart, to have a child as golden as Zahra.

"Yes, your mother." Al rubbed Tasya's hair gently and attentively.

He was more relieved because Tasya could still smile. It means not too severe a recurrence. But it was possible that he needed a longer break, Al had also considered taking permission for longer. Fortunately, Tasya was competent so he was given permission.

From afar Diana smiled at the child and daughter-in-law like a small family so. He only hoped that nothing more serious would happen to Tasya. May they always be surrounded by happiness.