My Son's Dad

TWENTY SEVEN

“Where are we going Ma?” Cherryl looked confused when her mom was dating her. Tying her hair sweetly.

Cherryl looked at her Mother from the mirror reflection in front of her, noticing how she was holding her from behind.

“Cherryl says Cherryl wants to meet Papa Markus, right?”

Hearing Mark's name made Cherryl suddenly excited, he nodded his head quickly. Of course he wanted to meet the person whose presence he had been waiting for all this time.

“So today Mama won't go see Papa Mark alone? Cherryl can come?” ask Cherryl again excitedly who got the nod from Adara.

“Horee!”

***

“You don't want to come?” Sabrina looked at her husband who was still sitting on the living room sofa.

Sabrina has told Juan that she and Adara will take Cherryl to see Mark. And Juan can come. It is not possible, but Juan should have come. Juan was the father of Mark, and Juan should have come.

“As long as he's in prison you never see him, and even when he's languishing in a mental institution you don't see your child there for a second. At least come today, the day that Mark will first meet his daughter. Or maybe by looking at your presence he can recover, he can realize that everyone cares for him.” Sabrina let out a heavy sigh, she stepped close to her husband and rubbed his back gently.

“I know you actually love Mark, you just regret our past mistakes so much that you don't dare to see him. But avoiding Mark is not the answer, Mark needs encouragement from all of us to heal. I want my son back, you must want him too instead of Juan?”

***

“Ommm Luuucassss!” Cherryl ran cheerfully over to Lucas who just arrived, “Om! Cherryl today to see Papa Markus!”

Cherryl cheerfully tells all the family members that he will meet his Papa. Not only to Lucas, his grandparents, but Cherryl also told the housekeeper at home. As if showing off that his patience all along, and the tears that he had let out every time he begged to come to his Mother every time his Mother went to see his Papa Mark was not in vain.

“Mama let's go fast! Papa Markus must have been waiting!”

***

Markus looks gloomy when he does not see Adara's nose, it seems Adara will come late again.

It means nothing to Adara, it doesn't matter.

Tears began to trickle, he hugged the doll he regarded as his child. “Mama no longer love us, Mama hate us.”

Suddenly Markus's ward door opened, featuring several nurses. Markus furrowed his brows unhappily. He hates nurses, all he wants is Adara.

However, Mark's displeased face turned into a big smile when he heard the nurse saying that Adara was waiting for him to meet.

So Adara's coming???

Glad it..

Mark was brought into a room, where the room was full of people whom Mark knew but Mark did not care about his existence.

Markus's gaze focused only on Adara, but Mark's smile faded when he saw Adara holding a small child in her arms.

Markus saw how Adara treated the little boy lovingly, Mark's forehead again furrowed unhappily.

Why would Adara want to carry the child but not with their child?

Mark looked down at the doll in his trunk, so Adara really did not care about them.

All of that must be because of the little boy who was in Adara's arms, if the child was not there surely Adara would love their child.

Mark watched the little boy descend from Adara's sling, and stepped closer to him.

Markus was ready to pull the little boy's hair but he lost quickly, the little boy first hugged Mark tightly. Markus is confused.

“Papa.. Cherryl misses Papa!”

Papa's?

Mark's previously raised hand to pull the boy's hair down, Mark's body stiffened.

He was silent not moving.

“Papa, finally Cherryl can meet Papa. Cherryl has been a good boy and waiting for Papa, Cherryl also often plays to Papa's room. Cherryl senanggg onceii.”

Markus was still speechless, Mark's eyes turning to Adara who smiled at him with tears.

Adara nodded her head to Mark, as if explaining what had really happened.

And just then Mark's tears fell, and the doll he held tightly fell. He cried as fast as he held tightly to the small figure in his embrace.

His kid..

His real son.

Cherryl seemed confused to hear Mark's cry, but he only laughed a little. It didn't seem like he was the only one who was a crybaby, and it didn't seem like he was the only one who missed.

Cherryl was happy because her Papa was just as happy to see her presence.

“Papa quickly recover yes, Cherryl dear Papa.”