My wife's lover

chapter 75

I rushed down from the car and approached the crowd of people. Apparently someone just had an accident. Two motorcycles collided with each other at a rapid speed. I still don't know who the victim of the accident was.

"Loh, here's someone who's still a kid!" shouted some people.

Deg. My heart stopped beating. Children's. I hope it's not my daughter. Suddenly I faintly heard a groan from a man. I felt like I recognized that voice. I rushed to him.

My knees went limp. David. I was stunned for a few seconds to see Lisa's husband whimpering while holding her bloodied leg.

As I began to master the mind, I remembered my daughter.

"Alya, Alya!" I shouted as I broke through the crowd of people. It looks like there were four casualties because of the crowd of people there were four places. I rushed over to the people who were shouting there were children.

"Hey !" someone protested because I forced him through.

"Revelation! Watch out!" shouted the two policemen who had just arrived at the scene.

By the time I reached the middle of the crowd, my net caught the figure I missed so much from yesterday.

"Alya!" hysterical shouting. I approached the body and hugged it. I don't care about people's protests anymore.

"Hey, mom! What the fuck, just hug!"

My tears are pouring down, "Aaagghh!" I shouted while continuing to embrace him.

"Mas, the boy must be taken to the hospital immediately!" tell a police officer to check on my daughter's condition.

While the other victims one by one began to be brought to the car.

"She-she's my daughter!" obviously I was in a trembling voice when someone wanted to take her.

"Come, mas! He should be taken to the hospital immediately!"

I then carried the body of my daughter who was covered in blood. Eyes closed. I wanted to take her to my wife's car but the police steered me to the ambulance that had just arrived.

I got into the car holding my daughter and laid her on the cage. Mobilpun drove at high speed as my daughter installed an infusion hose and oxygen hose.

I couldn't think clearly anymore and the ambulance arrived at the hospital.

My daughter was immediately taken to the IGD room and soon a nurse came out.

"Are there any families of the victims of the accident who were children who had just entered?" tanyakanya.

I immediately stood up, "I'm the father, sus!" my answer.

"Oh, sir. Look, sir. The patient should undergo surgery immediately. Please take care of the administration, yes!" obviously sister.

I'm surprised, "A-what, sus? The operation? How is my daughter really?" much worry.

"The condition of the father's daughter is not good and is currently still handled by a doctor and needs immediate surgery, sir. So please take care of the administration immediately."

It feels more limp my joints. I stepped heavily towards the administration. While I was filling out the form, suddenly my wife came.

"Mas!" call him.

I reflexively turned to the source of the voice, "Darling?" God, why did I forget my wife. I rubbed my face and went straight to her, hugging her while apologizing many times.

"Please excuse me, yank!" soft whisper.

She let go of my embrace and nodded, "How's Alya, mas?" ask her with a sad face. I saw tears on her cheeks.

"The doctor will operate on Alya, yank," I replied softly.

"Oh God!" he covered his face with his hands.

"Hmm, can you ask for help?" many doubt. I need money for Alya's surgery and have to pay her down payment now. I really don't have any savings other than the one in my wallet.

"What do you ask for, my mother?" tanyakanya.

"Hmm, sorry. Mas needs money for Alya's operation and must be paid in advance now. Can I borrow it?" askaku. I'm so ashamed to say it.

His eyes were round, "O Allah? Why do you talk like that? I'm not my wife, what? Why borrow? And Alya is my son, mas!" upset answer. His face looks disappointed.

"Hhmm, sorry yank. It didn't mean that. Really!" my words are not good.

His eyes were teary, "So all this time I never thought that I was Alya's mother, too" he said in a trembling voice.

"Not so, yank! Forgive me for saying that!" my door with a pleading face.

We turned to the sisters and looked at each other.

"Y-yes, sus!" then I turned back to my wife.

My wife opened her wallet and took an ATM card and gave it to me, "His birthday is my birthday if you remember!" said flat. He seems disappointed because of my words.

"Yank, please excuse me!" doors again.

"I'll go get Andre!" pampered.

Oh God, I forgot my son and I forgot my wife. My mind is completely fucked.

"Are you okay with a car, yank?" my many.

"I'm in a taxi!" her reply then immediately left me who was still staring at her guiltily.

I was rushing to find an ATM machine, taking money for Alya's down payment. After the administrative affairs were completed, Alya was immediately moved to the OK room. I followed and waited in the waiting room.

An hour more my wife and son came. Andre ran to me and hugged me.

"Dad, why Alya?" tanyanya.

"Do'll be Alya, yeah. May we get through this and get back to health" I replied expectantly.

My wife sat down next to me. The perfect woman God had sent me was silent without looking at me.

"Please pray our daughter, yank" I said, clasping her hand.

He looked up and nodded his head.

We were silent, busy with our thoughts.

I saw the clock in my hand already showing at one o'clock in the afternoon. But Alya's operation isn't over yet.

"Yank, what do you want Andre to eat, buy it?" my many.

"I'm not hungry yet, ma'am. Wait for Alya to finish the operation!" reject it.

"Yank, he must be a laper!" I said while rubbing his stomach.

My wife turned, "Hhmm, I don't want to eat yet, mas."

I looked at her tired face, "Mas doesn't want you to get sick."

He took a slow breath, "Yes already, I'm looking for food" he said later.

I smiled, "Go with Andre, yes. Take care of it here!"

My wife just nodded. I then looked towards my son.

"Mas Andre went to eat with mom, yeah. Just find one near here. Take care of me for dad!"

"But you don't eat?"

"Dad, eat later. Wanna wait for Alya first," I said.

"Yes. We go first, dad. If Adek Alya has finished the operation, let us know."

"Yes, kid. Find your meal now!" my word.

My wife and son went to get food. I don't want them to get sick. While I was getting more agitated waiting for my daughter's news. I hope my daughter's operation is successful.

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