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Smith leaned his body against the wall, really tired, he missed his wife, but he was still in the cold room with the doctor and various medical devices.

Remembering all that, Smith's tears returned. He didn't calm down before he saw his wife was okay.

"Smith, eat it first.." Bibi Rose bargained, thrusting a box of her handmade provisions.

"Sir Bi, before Amel realized Smith wouldn't eat." The same answer, since his aunt had continued to persuade Smith to eat even a little, but the answer remained the same, he waited for his wife to wake up.

"Smith, Amel must be fine. Remember, you have a responsibility with two children now, Amel certainly will not be as fun if you are this."

"Don't torture yourself, Smith, auntie knows it's hard, so painful. But, think of your children too son, he needs you. Since they were born, you haven't seen them, have you? Go, son, give them a little strength." Aunt Rose's advice, made Smith's heart rumble.

Smith immediately got up and ran towards the special nursery room, because her mother had not yet woken up, so they were taken care of while in the special room.

Smith saw his two children asleep in the baby box, again his cry broke to see the child that even he forgot they had been born because it was too busy thinking about the state of his favorite wife.

"I'm sorry papa son, Papa ignored you.." Said Smith, the man standing in front of the glass, no one is allowed to enter the special room other than doctors or nurses.

"Mel, you saw your son, didn't you? They're a couple of cute, pretty and handsome babies. Get up, baby, our son needs you."

Smith leaned in front of the baby's room, unable to hold back his cries anymore, in the end as strong as Smith, he was still an ordinary human who had a weakness.

"Master Smith? Want to see your son?"

Smith looked up at a doctor who yesterday handled his wife giving birth with sadness.

"Let's.." Invite her, Smith got up from his seat following the woman's doctor into the room.

"Wash your hands first sir, baby's skin is still very sensitive." Smith complied and washed his hands with a special soap.

Smith stood between two baby boxes containing his daughter's son.

Smith gently rubbed her daughter's cheeks, her skin still flushed, but it was already seen that she had inherited Amelia's beauty. Her lips are thin reddish, her eyelashes are pliable with a pointed nose.

While her son was very dominant with her, even she had a mole under her lips, exactly like Smith's.

Smith smiled, seeing his daughter's son calm down.

"Sir, have you prepared the name?"

"Not yet, I haven't even discussed with my wife for their name. I'll think about it first,"

"Okay, sir" said the doctor, after seeing enough of her children, Smith came out of the baby's room and sat down next to Aunt Rose in front of Amel's room.

"Amel can be taken, Bi?"

"Not Smith, the doctor's still inside." Answer Aunt Rose.

"I can't stand how my wife is inside. She must be cold.."

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3 Hours had already passed, and the two people were still faithfully waiting outside the room.

The doctor came out in his sterile clothes, Smith rising from his seat.

"How's my wife doing, doc?"

"It's stable enough, but it's still unconscious." Answer the doctor.

"Is my wife still critical Doc?" The doctor nodded slowly.

"What do you do in the room for hours?" Smith was angry while pulling the collar of the male doctor's shirt.

"Smith, don't do this.."

"I'm sorry to take my wife to a hospital with such poor service like this, I'm closing this hospital right now." The doctor gulped his saliva with fatigue hearing Smith's words.

Smith slammed in regardless of the doctor's ban, he closed his door rudely.

Smith leaned against the doorway, not ready to see his wife, but he would not rest until he saw her with his own eyes.

Smith clenched both of his hands, he walked slowly and snapped the green curtains covering his wife.

Smith was stunned, he saw Amelia lying helplessly with her eyes tightly closed and various medical devices attached to her body.

Once again, Smith cried fondly to see his wife.

Smith grabbed Amelia's hand, peeked her short and placed her cheek on the back of her hand.

"Darling, let's get up. Like you enjoy my cry so much, you know I can't see you get hurt at least."

"Don't make me feel alone, I need you, our children too."

"You sick? I'm sicker baby, so get up quick." Smith's tears continued to pour profusely flooding his face, even men crying to the slightest extent.

Smith briefly kissed the wife's forehead, which husband wants his wife to experience this kind of thing? Nothing will!

"If only I could choose, I'd rather not have children forever than see you like this baby, we could take a child from the orphanage."

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