Pasung Tuan Muda's

40. My son hates me so much

Curiosity rained down, leading me to discover a black shadow moving gracefully towards a corridor. There, right in a room with a little—light, presents a frenzy.

With a slightly shaky step, I also stared fixedly at a door coated with glass. It looks clear a glass beaker is neatly arranged. However, this body still flinch because it does not want to go further.

While on the right and left side, the atmosphere felt very quiet. Even the doctors and guards who were guarding were not there as usual. Unlike most nights, if the level of security in the hospital H. Anwar Mangunkusumo is very strict 24 hours.

The night was just me, and some strange sounds came from the dimly lit room, finally paying off the curiosity and I tried to open the door slowly. The opening of the door, made both of my netraku dumbfounded. How not, the various blood groups in the beaker glass are no longer neat.

There was one room that seemed to be very secret, but it was tightly closed and there were no lights. Even the lighting in the room only uses a colored laser—move there and here.

So curious, I still stepped towards the round table and touched the glass beaker. The mind is still struggling on that unusual vision. Suddenly, a piece of paper floated up and fell on the floor.

What paper is this? It seems so foreign, right? my question is in my heart.

Then, I took out that piece of paper and flipped through it simultaneously. Right on the letterhead, there was a writing that seemed to be the name of a person. However, I am not good at reading every article.

Maybe the doctors can explain what the letter is, because the writing as written by a doctor. Very quickly, I folded the paper and stuffed it into a bag of pants.

The next action is to enter a room that once looked very foreign. Walked carefully, and my gaze was only as straight as the door. Arriving at the doorway, it turned out that the room was not locked, but only closed.

Maybe the doctor here forgot to lock this room, so I could open it easily.

After holding my heart, I stepped forward. However, when I started to execute the stunt, a soft touch landed on my shoulder.

“What are you doing here, Sir?” ask someone behind the body.

Because I was caught off guard, the action finally stopped. I took the man very carefully. “Dok, I guess who.”

“Sorry, if you may know, what are you doing in this room?” tanyanya.

“I-this, Doc, I was there .. saw a cat coming in. Yes, cat.”

Hearing my words, the doctor seemed very distrustful, he was wailing and wanted to confirm those words. The exact timepiece showed midnight, there was no sound in the room.

“It looks like there are no cats here, Mr.”

“But I saw a cat come in here, Doc, so I chased,” I replied as if reassuring.

“Maybe you saw the wrong time,” he said.

“Oh, just maybe, Doc.” Then I scratched my head three times.

“Yes, already, we'll just get out of here. Because this room is very secret, you may be sanctioned if caught by others,” the doctor who looks very handsome.

“Alright, Doc, then I beg you to come out first.”

“Please,” the answer is short.

Very quickly, I came out of the room and touched my forehead with my hands. Then, I touched my chest with a heart tremor that was no longer neutral.

Thankfully, the doctor was not suspicious. If he is suspicious, it can mampus me in there, my mind is synchronized.

My hope this time is, hopefully tomorrow will be better and my son can remember all his memories with me first.

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Morning has arrived, a tinge of arunika through the glass and presents the chirping of birds who are humming cheerfully. Time passes very quickly, even a watch is like running to change the atmosphere for the better, or even worse.

The nurses entered the room and brought breakfast. At that time, I raised my body while following the white hat woman from behind.

We were both on the right side, while Refal was awake and he was just staring out the glass window.

“Good morning, Son,” my gentle sap.

However, Refal only silenced his mouth. He was fixated and flinching with teardrops that turned out to flow from both of his eyeballs. Even my presence, he doesn't care.

Feeling very sad, I sat down right in front of him. The child I love the most, I don't want to look me in the face.

Very gently, I stroked her hair. “Nak.”

“Release! Don't touch me!” he pulled over his right hand.

“Refal, you why, son?” my question is full of search.

“Why are you still here!?”

“Darling, it's dad. You forgot about dad?”

“My father is dead, please don't mention that name again.” Hearing the heart-splitting words, I was transfixed and only able to raise my face.

Unexpectedly, my tears came out along with a heartbeat that was no longer neutral. All my life, I've never felt so sad. However, a bright morning along with a tinge of arunika penetrated through the ventilation hole, able to rain down and weaken my current passion for life.

“Refal, come, breakfast,” take the nurse.

“I only want to eat if this person comes out of my room!” Using my right hand, my son merely pointed at these two eyeballs.

“Pak, can you leave us both?” ask the nurse.

Because I did not want to see Rephal getting sick because I did not want to eat, I finally decided to raise my body while walking away from him.

Right in the doorway, I returned to Rehal's face with sadness. Apparently, he was still looking at me from above the couch while throwing away a cynical look.

I finally came out of the room with tears. Life at home has been messed up, some projects have been messed up, now my relationship with my own son has been messed up.

It seems like God's purpose is just to mess up my life. Suddenly, my phone rang very hard. The call came from Vanes and Olivia— as employees at the office. This morning, I didn't want to be bothered by anyone. All incoming calls are automatically rejected.

Patients from various rooms were crisscrossed in front of me. They looked very happy even though they were sick. There was even a father who hugged his son, joked cheerfully, and was very sincere.

Not like me at the moment. Even my biological children, refuse my presence outright. There are only tears as the comfort of the weak.

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