The Disabled Young Master's Substitute Wife

Immutability

Arief approached Ashia with a nurse and a doctor.

"Asyia are you aware, son?"ask Arief.

"Hm uncle." Asyia just muttered.

The doctor again examined Asyia.After several examinations the doctor found out.

"You are indeed a strong girl, "say the octopus while keeping her statecope in her white coat pocket.

"His pulse is back to normal, in order to keep the patient rested and do not think too much. If the condition is stable, the patient can be transferred to the treatment room.

"Thank you doctor" said Ar Rief.

"Either. "

The doctor came out of the room.

Arief approached Ashia and then stroked her long hair.

"Thank God you're aware of Asyia. We're all worried about you" Arief said, stroking Ashia's long hair.

Hearing that Ashe was reminded of something that made her faint.

"Uncle I want to sit down" asked Asyia. He was not at home if he had to lie down all day.

"Yes, what makes you feel good."

Asyia removed the oxygen hose attached to her nose.

Asyia leaned on Arief's body, she also laid her head on the uncle's sturdy shoulder. He always did that from a toddler to an adult when he was sick.

Arief is the most comfortable place to share, when there are no parents.

A clear thread dripped slowly on Ashia's cheeks.While Arief's hand stroked Ashia's hair.

"Uncle how much longer can I survive my illness?" ask Asyia. With a clear grain of mentes on his cheek.

"Why do you ask that, son. Your uncle is not God" replied Arief.

Asyia's tears were flowing more and more.

"Uncle, guess what the woman we met last night was the mother who gave birth to me?"asyia asked with a raucous voice restraining her cries.

Deg.

"Yes, son" replied Arief briefly.

"Then where has he been uncle hiks, is it true if I do not want to be born in this world, hyks hyks. Is it my fault uncle why he threw me away, his own flesh and blood, hyks." Assyia's body was shaken, she deepened her face in Arief's arms, crying out. How much pain he felt when he knew he never wanted his birth.

Hix

Asyia's cries grew more and more heartbreaking.

Arief hugged Asyia tighter, at that time he was also crying with a shaken body.Holden his feelings that came crashing.

Arief is speechless. Asyia's question seemed to make her lose the intelligence to answer. If you look at it from any point of view it is the same. Asyia remains wounded.

Hiks hyks, the two hugging each other tightly in the day.

Hyks hyks.Asyia cleans all the liquid that comes out when he cries, as well as Arief.

Asyia took a deep breath to control herself.

"Uncle what disease I suffer is karma from the actions of my parents, is it true if my mother and father ever harmed others? " ask Asyia again.He was sad again.

Arief still did not answer he re-embraced Asyia again.

"Just calm down if your mother doesn't want you, instead we're always with you. Always love you.Take care of you lovingly. Look how worried your parents are, your father, mother, uncle, and aunt . Even your friend loves you, he comes to know you're sick. Isn't that enough proof of how much we love you, hyx."

"Yes Uncle ! Forgive Assyia Uncle if all of Assyia's life has always suckled you all, making you all worried about the hyx hyx. But that was not because of Assyia's desire, Asyia also wanted to be like the other children. Always cheerfully boundless because of the illness that Assyia suffered from the hyx. Even with Assyia's illness, Asyia did not dare to dream about Assyia's ideals. For what high school and expensive medical school, if in the end Asyia had to leave before all that materialized." Asyia's crying grew louder

Arief hugged Asyia again. Letting her cry, By crying maybe Asyia can reduce her disappointment.

Ashe was disappointed, all this time he thought if a mother was an angel for her children, it was because he saw for himself how Delia and Dinar nurtured and he took care of their children. But it turns out that the figure of his biological mother beyond his expectations is even very far away that he imagined.

Assyia thought her mother had died, so from childhood she prayed that when she died, she would meet her mother in heaven.

Asyia was still crying hugging Arief.It took time to accept all that reality.

***

Andhra sat daydreaming at the dinner table, her mind drifting somewhere. Seeing this, Santi wondered what happened to his son.

"Andhra why are you, son?"ask Santi.

Those around Andhra turned to him.

Instantly Andhra's daydreams fell away.

"Not mommy!"

Santi did not want to force his son to talk.

"Yes, I've finished your dinner." Santi.

Andhra put down her spoon and fork.

"Mommy. What more important treasure do we have or someone's life ?"ask Andhra.

Andhra was again the center of attention, but no one said anything except Santi because the question was asked directly by Andhra to her mommy.

"Of course, someone's life, why?"

"Can I use my treasure to save someone's life?"ask Andhra.

Santi took off his spoon and fork.

"Came here! give mommy a hug."

Andhra approached and hugged Santi.

"That's right. Mommy is so proud of you."

"Thank you mommy's. I learned all that from you" Andhra said in Santi's arms.

Barley gave his thumbs up towards Andhra . He was proud to see his son.

A prospective entrepreneur of the world, it must have high intelligence and feelings of empathy for others, so that Andhra is more use of his wealth for the way of good. It is not things that are ambitious to collect wealth only for an event of achievement and prestige alone.

The nature that Andhra has is the result of the collabirasi upbringing of Barley who is firm and hard and educated Santi who is polite and loving.

Connect with the gangs first. Sorry yes lately the author always presents Assyian stories that drain emotions and tears. But as the saying goes, the dark rises light, or a storm.must pass.may this story be an inspiration for all of us, so that we do not easily despair in this life (cie-cie pretentious adult), may be, although the author himself is often desperate especially if it is the end of the month of sembako up again😅😅Wkwkwk So vent yes.

But in this forum the Author invites readers to pray together. May we all be given abundant sustenance, always healthy and happy for ourselves and our loved ones. Thank you for your support, thank you.

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