Reaching the Miss (Daddy)

extra part.

Tama's pov..

This morning, the plan was that I wouldn't come to the hospital because last night, when I said goodbye to her, I said, he advised not to visit him and our twins who still have to stay in the hospital for the next few days. The woman who has always been number one in my heart asked me to just go to the office and handle our company. After all, there was already a mother accompanying him. Nara's friends also came to visit her. I think his words have a point, and I can come at night when I come home from the office to take turns with my mother.

After the dawn prayer, I always read the Qur'an surah Al-Waqi'ah. Because the word papa, the letter in the Qur'an is precisely in the juice of the last twenty-seven parts, it is very magical to drain the sustenance continuously even the arrival of the sustenance is sourced from any direction. When I fall, to the lowest point, it is Papah who always strengthens me with the hadith and word of Allah written in the Quran.

At that time, I tried to get closer, seducing Him with prayer and regularly reading the Quran so that the Khalik would be willing to forgive me and organize my life again.

Qodarullah, Allah granted my prayers despite the many storms that hit.

Just as I was reciting the fifty-first verse, my ears caught the sound of a cell phone lying on the nightstand. Not usually this early my phone rings, I end my reading and close my mashaf.

I smiled as I read the name of my heavenly angel who appeared on the flashing screen of my phone. However, my smile faded just after I slide the green button. The sound of sobs from Naraya swarmed and scrambled into my sense of hearing.

"Mas, Pelita, mas"

My forehead immediately frowned, the contents inside the chest were no less rumbling. His voice was like a slack that was heaped repeatedly with all his might.

"What's wrong with Pelita?" my many.

Nara is not usually like this. Crying until sober while his breath stinged.

My woman who always looks strong and strong, which always strengthens me in a state of slump, the look of her shady eyes, and the sigh of her voice that is able to increase my immunity when I fall down. But this time her crying implied such a deep fragility.

I was wondering if my daughter who had only seen the world for a few days had left the world? or, is my daughter's current condition critical? but before there were no symptoms that led to it, the doctor even said if both my babies were very healthy.

Various prejudices really made me limp and anxious simultaneously.

"Pelita is missing mas"

His voice was dashed because it was accompanied by sobs. I sighed trying to normalize my throbbing heartbeat not knowing the rules. The throbbing is increasingly timid, giving the effect of pain in my chest even felt up to the head.

"Disappeared how is Na?" Ask me as calmly as possible. Trying to expel the increasingly wild heartbeat.

"P-Pelita, d-he_"

"Breath and calm down, say slowly, okay"

"P-pelita mas"

"What's wrong with Pelita?" I tried to calm my soulmate whose voice sometimes appeared, sometimes drowning in that long-distance connection.

"P-pelita is not in the baby box mas" this time the voice sounded calmer, but still felt a subtle vibration that stored a million panics.

Hearing his words, my mouth was immediately locked with a tongue that felt mute. In this condition, I put forward logic in order to think rationally. I did not want to rashly respond to the complaints of my heavenly angel who would actually make me drown into the sea of sadness.

"So the sisters told me that if Pelita wasn't in her baby box, they checked her in another box, but she wasn't there"

Truly before, she had never been this sad, even when she was hurt by my body and accompanied Amara when she was still sick, she actually managed to cover up that sadness from me.

As a father, I also felt increasingly stifling pain, even my lungs were unable to accommodate the oxygen that entered through the nasal cavity.

Very tight tight, like holding tons of weight squeezing in my chest area.

In that instant, a lump of tears just slid from the eye pelukan. I try to resist the turmoil of taste that fills my head and heart. I must not be weak in front of my women, I must be strong so that my beloved is also strong.

"Mas" called out to him in a dark voice.

"You calm down, yes, we must be strong this trial of Him. God loves us so much, that's why He tests us" I said reflexively.

"But mas_"

"Our son will be fine Na" cut me up quickly. "We pray that Pelita will be found soon. Family care is a famous hospital today, they can definitely find Pelita in one time twenty-four hours"

I tried to calm him down when his body was unable to embrace my love.

"Have you called the police?" tanyaku later.

"Yes, the sisters are searching all the rooms. The police have also acted. The search started an hour ago"

The communication between us, probably made Nara calmer.

"Mas can come here now?" he added when there was a pause of about five seconds.

"Mas get there now"

Closing the call, I immediately snatched the car keys and my wallet, having previously changed into more polite clothes.

I rushed to the hospital leaving my daughter without a message on our ART.

I wanted so badly to embrace my soulmate, giving her the strength she always did to me when I was down. I'm not gonna let my wife through this on her own.

Upon arrival at the hospital, I continued to run down the corridor that somehow felt very far away just to get to my beloved wife's room. The distance I used to travel was only a matter of minutes, but this time even my wide steps seemed to take tens of minutes.

I opened the door of his ward when I reached the front of the room. My netraku stared pushyly at my face and puffy eyes from the bed of my paradise. There was clearly sadness on his face. The clear circle was rushing about and was even more swift as his pair of eyes caught my body standing in the doorway.

Stepping a few steps, I clenched his body, I kissed his head, gave him a little strength to face tomorrow. Her crying broke muffled behind my arms. Wanted all over the room as my arms tightened. Hearing that cry, I was no longer able to hold back the tears. Instead of giving strength to him, it was I who tried to find that strength through the warm embrace of his body.

I'm sure he can't let go of our missing baby without stories and stories.

"Hurry back, boy, daddy, mommy's waiting for you"

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