
a few days later, Miss felt a contraction.it seems like Miss will soon give birth.
"aww! " Long whimpering.
just as Arya approached Miss, it looks like Miss's membranes have broken, and a little bleeding.
"you want to give birth? " Ask Arya.
Miss nodding while whimpering and holding her contracting stomach.
contractions began to be felt, Arya was increasingly worried.he immediately brought Miss to the hospital.
arriving at the hospital Rindu was rushed to the ER room to perform labor normally.
Arya waits for Miss in the Room. Arya could see that how Miss struggles to be able to give birth. Arya began to worry and hope Miss is okay.
"okay, take a deep breath and take it out slowly. come on!! " says the Doctor who deals with Missing.
Missing to do what the doctor tells you to do, then Miss pushing as hard as she can.
"hold on. You can!!" whispered Arya in the ear of Miss while holding tightly the hand of Miss.
"Came on!! " say the doctor.
Longing tried hard to pull out the baby, until finally Miss succeeded.sounding the cry of a baby so echoed in the delivery room.apparently blazing happiness from Arya's face and also Missing.
Arya seemed touched by the sacrifice of longing to give birth to a child, Arya's eyes were so teary. Sister gave the baby to Miss. after cleaning it first.
Arya kissed Miss' forehead. "you're great, Miss! " praise Arya.
Longing to just smile, he was so happy with the presence of his son, but on the other side his heart was so sad!
"look, your son is born, but you're not here! " murmurm Missing in his heart.
Longing to shed tears, he was very happy, but sadness was also felt by him. But Missing luck, because it has Arya who is always beside him!
"would you name him, miss? " ask Arya.
Miss seems to think. "what if his name is Mario? "
Arya seems to think. " Mario's? what a name! may I propose? " says Arya.
Miss looking at Arya. "what? "
"what if Mario Aditya Pratama! " says Arya.
Miss nods and smiles towards Arya, she agrees with Arya's proposal.
Arya and Rindu have agreed to name Mario Aditya Pratama.
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2 Years have passed since Arya and Rindu left the city and this country.they have never set foot in the country again.
their lives have been very advanced and look happy, especially with the presence of their son.
the closeness between Arya and Mario is as warm as a Father and Son. Arya considers and loves Mario like his own son.
Mario does not know that Arya is not his biological father.
until now Arya does not know who the biological father of Mario, because Miss is still silent about it all. I don't want to tell the truth.
"2 years have passed, Miss. are you going to keep quiet about who Mario's father is? " says Arya.
I miss being quiet and not flinching. Miss seemed to sigh. "i've told you how many times, Arya. I don't know who the father of Mario is! " sahut Longs.
but Arya does not believe in Missing's words, Arya knows now Miss is lying.
"Is Mario's father Arjuna? " says Arya.
the words he wanted to ask since 2 years ago, finally escaped also from the mouth of Arya. yes, Arya is convinced that Mario's biological father is Arjun. because only Arjun is close to Miss.
Longing to round his eyes, he shook his head.
"say! or do I have to find it myself? " says Arya.
Arya is fed up with the behavior of Miss who always covers up who is Mario's father. It seems Arya has to find out who Mario's father is.
Miss shaking her head. "no, Arya. no! i beg! " said Miss pleading.
Arya threw her face away. "already, it's time.I'll find the truth myself! " sahut Aryan.
if you wait for Miss to speak, maybe until whenever Arya will not get the answer. Arya must be ready to accept the risks that will happen.
Arya goes out of her house, but her steps are blocked by Miss.
"don't stop me! " says Arya.
"i won't stand in your way if you don't find out who Mario's father is! " say Miss.
Arya smiled obliquely. "you're afraid, if I can find her? take it easy for your own good too! " said Arya as she stepped past Miss.
"Aryan!! " creams Miss.
Arya turned her body. "you dare yell at me? " says Arya.
Missing forward to face Arya, she also seemed to challenge Arya. "yes, I dare. remember Arya, I married you not because of love.I married you because I was pregnant, I was married, and you don't have to find out who Mario's father is! " say Miss.
Arya looks angry, her chest goes up and down when she hears Miss. "o yes, well. I don't even know, why am I so stupid to marry a cheap woman like you? you're not far from a whore down the street.remember, miss.I'm always there for you! I always put my body up for you, when everyone even the world rejects you! did you forget that, or did you pretend to lose your memory? " says Arya a little emotional.
Missing seems to lower Arya's self-esteem. Arya admitted, he is the one who loves Miss. But should not miss saying so, as if Arya forced Miss to marry him.
Longing to round his eyes, he did not believe the words of Arya. so easily Arya likened herself to a prostitute out there. Longing to cry covered her mouth, as she passed away from before Arya.
Arya does not want to pursue Miss. let Miss herself and realize her mistake, because not all men must always give up. It is enough for Arya all this time always succumb to Miss. it is time for Arya to be firm in the face of stubborn Miss attitude.
Arya leaves her home and leaves Miss. she will find out who is the father of Mario with the help of someone.
Arya has brought a sample of Mario and Arjuna, because Arya suspects that Mario and Arjun have a blood relationship.
"wait for the results in the next few days! " said Aryan's colleague.
"alright, I trust you all! " sahut Aryan!
Arya can't wait for the results of the DNA Test, is it true that Mario is the son of Arjun?
if it is true, then Miss has really gone too far to lie to him, and Miss has made it as a shield to cover up Arjuna's mistakes.
"just wait, once the results come out. I'll make the calculations with you, Miss! " rummed Arya.
Arya can't think clearly, she just wants to get the results immediately. Arya was already impatiently waiting for the moment the results came out and knew the real facts.