The Disabled Young Master's Substitute Wife

Miracles

Arief was having a blood transfusion just in case Asyia needed blood post-surgery.

After checking the blood type of Assyia the same as him.

Arief purposely donated his blood to Assyia, so that his inner bond is stronger, because in this world Asyia has no one but herself.

After donating his blood, Arief returned to the operating room his heart was so agitated he hoped to be anxious, especially if he thought of his little angel who was struggling on his own for his life, a clear circle slowly dripped down Arief's cheeks.

Amorah's curse on Assyia was still ringing in her ears, making her even sadder.

Arief sat in the waiting chair in front of the operating room, his body pushed up a little while his two questions covered his face, Arief tried to hold back his tears so as not to cry, how sad he felt to remember the fate of poor Assyia.

Hiks hyks, his body shaken occasionally withstanding cries, saw and heard for itself Amora's cruelty towards Assyia.

"Even an animal has a love for its flesh and blood hyks hyks" Arief muttered.

Even since giving birth, Amora did not intend to see her daughter.

From the beginning he wanted to dispose of the fetus in various ways, but always failed the fetus remains strong in his womb.

Affection comes as a blessing when a human being has offspring, even they can do anything, to make their baby happy.

But not for Amora, he actually hates the fetus that grows in his womb, because the fetus is all his plans fail.

Arief tried to hold back his cries, the mighty man seemed to be able to melt and cry to see the state of Assyia, because powerless to stem his sadness Arief also shed all his tears at that time.

He cried himself in a quiet corner of the room, a few seconds his body was shaken because it was holding the sobs of his cry, after being calm he walked to the toilet to wash his face, after crying Arief felt calmer.

After successfully mastering his emotions, Arief again waited in the operating table room.

The tense moments again occurred, where the atmosphere felt silent and gripping, the red light was still brightly lit above the room door, a sign of the operation was underway.

There was nothing Arief could do at that time except pray.

O Allah, if all this time he can stay strong in the womb of Amorah, then give strength and salvation to him, just as he was in your protection in the womb of his mother, only your power can make the impossible possible, and give the miracle to Assyia.

Arief turned to the lamp that was above the door, the lamp had gone out.

Alhamdullilah begging.

Arief was still waiting anxiously, after a while, the operating room had not been opened.

God, why am I getting so nervous.

Kreak.the sound of the door when it opened, a nun came out in follow with two men wearing white suits.

Arief immediately approached the nurse who came out last.

Excuse me Ma'am, "How's my nephew doing?"ask Arief worried.

Deg

The sister smiled, "Allhamdullilah sir, your nephew is very strong, the operation is smooth and fairly successful and now he is still in the observation stage maybe a few hours, you can meet," the nurse then passed.

Arief nailed for a moment," Alhamdullilah Assyia survived."

After hearing the good news, he immediately called Aldo.

***

In a narrow corner in a room in a room surrounded by iron bars.

Aldo sat down and asked forgiveness for the sins he had committed.

Seven years later he could breathe free air.

There was a sound of his phone ringing in his bag.

Aldo grabbed his wand and walked with his cane and walked over to his bag.

Since the accident, Aldo suffered from leg bone abnormalities so he had to walk using a cane.

Aldo grabbed his smartphone and then touched the green button so that the call was dialed.

"Hallo Assalamualaikum, Bang." Aldo

"Waalaikum greetings Aldo," Arief.

"Do, there is bad news and good news at once" Arief said.

Aldo was silent for a moment.

"What's the news Bang?" Aldo's.

"Do, your child has a congenital heart defect" Arief.

Deg, tears slowly dripping down Aldo's cheek, he swallowed his saliva.

Susana was silent for a moment.

"What's the good news Bang?"

"Alhamdullilah, the operation was successful, hopefully he quickly recovered in order to live a normal life like a baby in general, "said Arief.

"Alhamdullilah Bang, hopefully, thank you Bang, I hope you can successfully take custody of my son Bang, oh yes my daughter or boy Bang?"ask Aldo.

Aldo was sad but could see his biological daughter.

"Beautiful name Bang, I picked up my son Bang, make him a woman who sholeha hiks." Aldo said sadly.

"God willing Do." Ariefs.

Aldo fell on the floor and cried, so eager to see his daughter.

But what the power of iron bars is now a barrier for him.

***

Mr. Marco was in the operating room because his skull had a crack, it was so critical it required a lot of blood.

Not only in the head, but in the ears also bleed.

Only a miracle can make him alive

After calming down his wife, Barley prepared to be a donor to Mr. Marco.

His heart was so agitated, at every moment he prayed that Mr. Marco might be saved.

Approximately 500cc of Barley blood is taken later in the process as backup blood post-surgery.

Mr. Marco was in the operating room and no one could be contacted by Barley to convey the sad news of the accident.

Haanya he Munir and his several guards.

Barley's heart was so agitated waiting for tense moments, in his life unconsciously clear circles dripped slowly on his cheeks.

Barley choked when it trickled down without him knowing what feeling made him so uneasy, the safety of Mr. Marco or the last words that came out of Mr. Marco before he was unconscious.

Barley looked towards Munir.

"Sir Munir, does Mr Marco have a good family in Indonesia or in Milan ?"ask Barley.

"Ehm, no master, both his parents died, it has been decades he separated from his first wife since he lived a free life without being bound by marriage, he only had a daughter and died a few years ago" Munir said.

Barley was stunned to hear Munir's words.

"Then his son who said he looked like me?"barley asked, his heart was so agitated as he asked the question.

"Munir is silent and does not dare to speak truthfully, I do not know which son Mr. Marco is referring to."

Deg, man,

Barley took a deep breath, there were many similarities between him and Marco, but he tried to tepis, he was not someone who came to conclusions based on preconceived notions, but based on facts.

"Munir, you wait here m, let me know if the operation is over, I have business."

Barley marched steadily through the corridor his eyes straight ahead, for some reason his heart was so agitated that added to his yearning sense, Is it true that he is Marco's real son?

This question can only be answered with certainty through DNA testing.

Barley took the shirt he wore to tie Mr. Marco's head and handed it to the lab for DNA testing between himself and Marco.

After going through several procedures Barley headed to the cashier to pay for the DNA test fee.

Barley took out his card to pay for his DNA test at the cashier.

"Payment is cash or_" cashier

Barley took out his unlimited magic card, to the officer.

Only a few minutes the transaction was completed.

"When did the test result come out?" ask Barley.

"Ehm usually two days sir, just leave your phone number, after the results come out we can contact you immediately, said the officer.

"Good thanks," said Barley he returned to the operating room.

The heart was so agitated, two days felt so long to know the results of the test, although in his heart he was increasingly convinced if Marco was his biological father.

If indeed the reality as he suspected at this time, then what really happened, why he actually became the biological son of the Hasta Raja Prawira.

***

Barley arrived back in front of the operating room, he landed his buttocks as he blew his breath violently leaning against the stainless chair while stretching out his hand side.

The test results have not come out yet but why is he increasingly convinced if Mr. Marco is his biological father.

Barley bent his body forward forming a forty-five degree angle his hands crossed above his knees while one leg stomped the floor gently.

Crick...

An officer's open operating room came out of the operating room, Barley and Munir approached the officer.

"How's the nurse's patient doing?"ask Barley.

Seriate.

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