My wife's lover
chapter 77
I went to the registration department to take care of the room move. After I finished taking care of the transfer of rooms, I immediately went out to find the nearest restaurant to fill my stomach after that I went to the mosque for dhuhur prayer.
Coming home from the mosque, I then bought drinks and snacks for my wife and also for my son Andre. After that I rushed back in Alya's room. There turned out to be two sisters who were taking care of my daughter's room move.
We then followed the nurse who took my daughter to the room I ordered. Getting there, Alya was immediately moved to the bed. My daughter is still unconscious.
"Sus, why isn't my daughter conscious yet, huh?" manyworry.
"Maybe the influence of the dope, sir. Just wait!" obviously sister.
"All right, sus," I said.
Sister then came out of Alya's room. The room I booked had one extra bed for the person waiting. There is also a table and a sofa. There is a small refrigerator in the corner of the room as well as a television. The bathroom is pretty good too. The room is exactly like a hotel room.
I sat down next to my wife who was lying on the bed next to Alya's bed. While my son was lying on the couch.
"Where do you like the room?" my many.
"Yes, mas. I liked. The room is comfortable."
"Alhamdulillah if you like, yank. But it's expensive!" my spoken.
"It's okay, ma'am. Money can be sought because comfort is important!" saith.
"Hmm, yes yank!"
"Oh yeah, I've been told that I'm with Aminah yet?" ask wife.
"Oh Allah, I forgot. I want to call Aminah first if so, yank."
I called my sister's contact number many times. Apparently not raised either, maybe he was busy. I sent a short message.
"Where are you?" ask wife.
"Well, don't pick up the phone. Maybe he's busy, but he's been texting me!" my answer.
"Oh yes it is, ma'am," said my wife.
"You sleep yank, later if Alya is aware, then wake up so that the mas only take care now," I said.
"Yes, mom!" my wife looks tired and sleepy.
I sat down on the chair next to my daughter's bed. I rubbed his head gently with affection. I whispered prayers in his ears and some Surahs of the Quran. May he hear and be aware soon.
An hour later I saw my daughter's hand move. He blinked his eyes and groaned in pain.
"Uuhhggs! Well, , , "
"Darling? What's sick, son?" much worry. My chest feels tight. If only I could replace the pain.
His eyes began to open wide, "Dad, " he said softly.
"Yes, kid. Dad's here!" my mouth kissed her forehead softly.
My daughter started sobbing, "Mother,"
"Mother? Why mom, son?"
"I hate mom, dad,"
I shook my head, "Darling, you can't hate me, son!" my firmness.
"Mother liar. I don't love you with me!" said sad.
"No, son. That's not real! I love Alya!" my spoken.
I don't want my two children to hate their mother. Andre already seems to start hating his mother and I don't want Alya to be like her brother. But the incident that must be experienced by my daughter did not rule out the possibility of my little girl hating her birth mother as well.
My daughter grew sobbing that my wife and son woke up in shock.
"Alya," said my wife and got out of bed.
Andre Gegas approached his sister, "Adek Alya why? Where's that sick?" tanyanya.
"My legs why? Difficult in gerakin," he said softly while sobbing.
"It was an accident" Andre said.
"Mother husband. Bad mother husband, mas!"
"Arek in the same place as her husband's mother?" asked Andre with restraining emotions.
Alya was crying even harder.
Tok tok tok tok
Chequek. Pintupun open. We who were in the room turned. Lisa's.
"Alya, baby!" he shouted as he ran towards my daughter.
"Mother?" my daughter was shocked by the three of us.
"Darling, how are you doing, son?" Lisa was about to kiss Alya.
My daughter immediately turned her face away, "Go! I hate mom!" banish him.
"What's wrong, son? Until you hate mom. I am sad to see you like this. I love Alya very much," said Lisa with a sad face. I don't know if she's really sad about her daughter's circumstances.
"Mother lied! My mother does not love me. I'm like this because mom's with mom's husband!" yelled Alya hysterically.
"Mommy really loves Alya! All this because your father is not your mother. If only your father hadn't banned you from going with mom, you'd be fine!" sahut Lisa while glancing cynically at me.
"Dad really banned me. I don't want my mom here! Go!"
"Alya, can you kick me out, son?"
"Mother is the same as me! Mom's husband is bad for me."
"That's not true, son. Don't believe your father's words!"
"Daddy didn't say it, but I knew it myself! Even the parents in the house want to harm me!"
"Old man? Who do you mean Alya?" manywould be surprised.
"The old man who lives in the husband's mother's house, well."
"Who's the parent Alya meant, Lisa?" I looked at Lisa.
Lisa rattled her bahunaya, "Humm, her father was David, maybe,"
"What's that guy doing with Alya, son?"
"He-he, , , "my daughter is getting more and more excited.
"Darling, father replied!" my door wiped her tears that kept flowing like a river.
"He-he made me hug I kept going to kiss him too, , , " he cried even louder.
"What! Astagfirullah. Damn you!" my blood is boiling.
I turned to Lisa, "And you don't know what the parents did to your daughter, Lisa?" many emotions.
"I-I know! Alya didn't tell me either!" nervous sahut.
"I don't want to see my mom. Bad mom!"
"You better get out, Lisa!" expirku.
"No!" reject it.
"You better take care of your husband! Alya's safe with me."
"Alya, dear mother Alya!" exclaim Lisa.
"Dad, I don't want you here! I don't want to see Mom!" Alya covered her face with both hands.
"You heard me, Lisa!" I said in a high tone.
"You! I will avenge this humiliation! Just wait, my mom!" she said emotion and then left my daughter's room immediately.
Alya is still crying. My wife approached and hugged him tightly.
"Alya don't be sad anymore, son. There's a father and a mother here," comfort my wife.
"Why didn't you give birth to me?" said sobbing.
"Sstt, can't say that. Alya and Andre are still the children of mothers. Don't be sad anymore, yeah!" my wife said as she kissed my daughter's forehead affectionately.
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