Small Wife CEO
Chapter 111
On the other hand, two gender-different adults were waiting outside the treatment room, with anxious hope. Shortly seen the doctor followed the nurse out of the treatment room.
“How do I do doc the state of my daughter?” the assault of a woman with her face was very anxious.
“Mom's daughter is okay, just a high fever. Tomorrow can be taken home.” Hearing the doctor's explanation he calmed down a little. Thank goodness her daughter is not why.
“Oh yes Ma'am, is he his papa?” point the doctor towards the man who is next to the woman.
“It looks like mother's daughter misses her papa very much, because she keeps muttering papa. My advice is to see your daughter inside. And I'm sorry buk sir,” continued the doctor before retreat followed by the nurse.
The woman who heard the doctor's words immediately faced the man beside her with a compassionate gaze, “Ai...”.
“All right I am kedalem first.” The two adults are Faishal and Natasha. While they are busy reviewing some projects outside the city, Natasya gets word from her daughter's nanny that her daughter has a high fever.
Natasya tells the nanny to take her daughter to the hospital. And why did Faishal come to the hospital instead of David the assistant who drove Natasha? Yep, because Natasha please go to Faishal.
As a mother, Natasha was convinced that her daughter missed Faishal, who was already considered Papa. Salah Natasya also from the beginning told his daughter that the figure of papa he had been looking for all this time was Faishal. So, it was hard for her daughter to accept when Natasha explained that Faishal was not her biological father.
Back again to Faishal who was currently walking in entered the room Naura aka princess Natasya.
“Papa,” exclaimed Naura when she saw Faishal walking closer to the bunker gurney.
“Hiks hiks papa.” Again. Naura called out her voice accompanied by sobs as she spread her arms hoping Faishal would welcome her.
Faishal did not dwell on seeing Naura like this. Inevitably Faishal finally reached out his hand reaching for Naura's tiny hand and clutching the little boy who always called him papa.
“Hiks hik papa's. Nola kangen Papa's. Mama says Nola can't see Papa anymore. Mama says papa is not papa Nola, but Nola does not trust hiks.”
Naura looked up and with her round eyes filled with tears seeping out, “Papa won't leave Nola right?”
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Sysis. Finished with her dinner, Sheila returned to the room. Balak bali Syeila looked at the balcony room looking at the yard, hoping the husband would come home soon.
Not only that, Sheila also occasionally saw her hape screen that was still loyal to her silence without meeting.
Time has shown at nine o'clock in the evening, it's up that Sheila can't wait any longer.
Sheila messed up her device trying to contact Faishal. Once, twice, three times and all failed. Faishal did not raise his call. “Ihhh kok not lifted anyway. Cook still busy at this time.”
With a shaky step that seemed forced, Sheila stepped towards the bed. It was late and Sheila was tired. Wanna rest.
Not directly asleep but Syeila turned herself back, rolled to the right Back to the left hoping to find the right position and hope her eyes immediately closed.
However, in vain, not the closed ones that there is even his heart rumbles restlessly. Again her husband came home late at night. Syeila is not happy.
“Haaah, very quiet. Sheila doesn't like kayak gini. A big house but it's uninhabited. Sheila miss Mommy. Syeila wants to go home.” Sheila kept mumbling, and don't forget her body that keeps going back and forth, and over time Syeila finally fell asleep on her own.
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