REPAY YOUR INFIDELITY

Where are you Kyla?!

Farhan POV's

Today for the first time I will accompany Adeela to check her content. I deliberately did not enter the office because to be honest, I also really want to know how the development of the fetus that my wife conceived.

At first I was in shock when I found out that Adeela was pregnant with a child from the results when I was heavily drunk that night. I really didn't think it would end up like this. But over time, I seem to have started to love the fetus in my wife's womb. All the needs and needs of Adeela I tried to fulfill. And yes, that love has also grown back for my first wife.

I did not expect the feeling that I was trying to deny, in fact I could not hide anymore. I fell back in love with Adeela Athala, a simple, beautiful woman who made me fall in love with her more and more. Her beauty in my eyes is now many times more than I can see from Kyla, my second wife.

I'm so excited to take my wife to check the contents. But in the midst of my intention to take my wife, there was a call coming in from the house (Rumah Farhan and Kyla).

I also told my wife to sit in the hospital corridor seat, after which I walked away so that Adeela did not hear my conversation with Mbok Diah.

"Hello."

"H-hello, sir!" there was a worried and anxious voice across the street. This voice is the voice of Mbok Diah who works as a household assistant in my house.

"Mmd! What's the matter, um call me?" I asked with a frown.

"Den Reyhan, sir!"

"Why my son, mbok?" Asking me worried. I don't know why I feel bad. I hope nothing happens to my son.

"Den Reyhan has a high fever, sir!"

What I was worried about happened.

"Yaudah, now, I want to talk to you, Kyla, ma'am. Call me, Kyla, first, mbok!"

"That's what I want to say, sir. So then... Madam hasn't been home for two days, sir. I've tried calling her number, but she's not appointed Madam, sir!"

I took a deep breath hearing it too. Where exactly is Kyla. It's been two days away from home without any news and without my permission first.

"Well, now I ask for help, take my son to the nearest hospital. I'm going there now. Later, let me know the hospital address, yes, mbok!" The distance from Adeela and Kyla is quite far. If you want to wait until, fear later events that happened. He didn't want to see the same thing happen.

After the phone connection was cut off, I immediately walked towards Adeela and said I could not accompany her to check the contents on the grounds that there was an urgent matter in the office.

"I'm sorry, Deel. I have to lie again."

After saying that, I immediately headed towards my old house. At high speed I drove my car with a feeling of anxiety and worry. Fortunately, the streets were still running because the time was still office hours.

Tring.. One incoming message on my phone. When I looked, the sender was a number I didn't recognize. But I can confirm who the sender is. Mbok Diah sent me the address of the hospital where my son was taken now. The hospital is not far from home. The speed of my car increased.

In the car again my mind had to be divided. How is my son now, Adeela and also where is Kyla at the moment. My head feels like it's about to break. Hufff.

Shortly after, Farhan's vehicle finally arrived at the intended hospital. Soon he walked in and asked the hospital receptionist where his son was now. It turns out Reyhan is still in the ER, being handled by the Doctor and several Sisters. Seen from far away, mbok Diah with a worried look on his face was accompanying Reyhan from outside. There are some beds that are given a partition by a curtain.

Farhan approached Mbok Diah.

"Where is my son, mbok?"

"Alhamdulillah, you have come." Seen relief from the look on his face, "Den Reyhan is being treated by the Doctor and Sister, sir. We're told to wait outside, sir."

Farhan could only nod his head. They were silent for a long time with their minds. Shortly after, the doctor who handled his son came out from behind the curtain.

"You're the father of the patient?" Ask the doctor to make sure.

"Really, doc. Me, Dad!"

"Well, so, we've done the initial handling on your child. Fortunately, your child is immediately rushed to the hospital, otherwise it may be that unwanted things can happen. For the fever, we'll keep monitoring until your child's body temperature returns to normal."

Farhan breathed a sigh of relief hearing that.

"Thank you, doc."

"Together, sir. Then, we'll excuse you. If you need anything just call us in front!"

After the doctor left. Farhan soon found his son lying in a cage with an infusion attached to his left hand and something stuck in his forehead.

Farhan sat on the chair beside his son's bed. He held his son's hand and kissed him many times.

"I'm sorry, Papa, honey!" Farhan stroked his son's hair and wiped the sweat off his son's forehead.

He looked at his son's face with a glare. Reminds me of what used to happen. His late son died of a high fever and was not treated immediately. This was how Adeela felt at the time. Farhan rubbed his face violently while thinking about what happened first. How bad he was as a father. Don't tell me he doesn't feel bad about what happened. Wrong, he was very bad when he found out his only child died because of his actions. The guilt is still there today.

After a long time accompanying his son, Farhan stood up from there and approached Diah.

"What about den, Reyhan, sir?"

"That's, mbok. His body temperature should be monitored. But, it's not that high."

"Thank God, sir." His words were relieved.

"Before I wanted to ask, mbok, did my wife say where to go and go with whom?"

"If for that matter, Nyonaya, say nothing, sir. When Madam left, Madam said just go for a minute and tell me to take care, den Reyhan, sir."

"Yes, then. Thanks in advance, mbok."

"Together, sir."

After monitoring several times by the Doctor, Reyhan was transferred to a special VIP child care room. Still accompanied by Farhan and also mbok Diah.

Reyhan has also eaten the porridge and drunk the heat-lowering syrup. After his son returned to sleep Farhan walked out of the room and tried to contact Kyla.

His wife's cell phone number is now inactive. Farhan took a deep breath and kept his phone in his pants pocket.

"Where are you, Kyla?!" He said frustrated.

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