The True Love of the Ceo

Love for my long-slept baby.

The doctor opened the door. He came out in his full clothes. He himself came out, because all the nurses were busy taking care of Lila inside. Moreover, He is a specialist doctor who is used to handling Lila all this time.

"Sir Iam," call her. Iam immediately stood up, wiped away the tears and approached him enthusiastically.

"How's Lila, Doctor?"

"It is with a heavy heart that I say, if your baby cannot be saved. Ms. Lila was like taking a lot of sleeping pills, so she fell asleep and could not feel the pain of contractions. And that, is very dangerous for her fetus. We know for ourselves, what the initial conditions were."

" But Lila's okay, Doc?"

" Thankfully it's okay. Just waiting for him to wake up. After this, we'll move him to the inpatient room." The doctor patted Iam's shoulder which looked so messed up. Then leave her to go back to handling Lila inside.

"Mas, be patient, huh?" Mba Dinar approached him. "

" It hurts, but at least Lila is safe and secure" Iam said."Can I ask you for help?" Iam asked, glancing at Dinnar and Iwan.

"What we can help, we'll do for you and Lila. Say," Iwan crouched down beside her, full of sympathy.

"After this, take care of Lila for me. I will bury my son with all the preparations. And... A little while 'cause I gotta..."

"Yes, we know. Wipe everything out." cut Iwan.

"Mas, the package is on the dining table. I cleaned it up." Iam nodded at him, and rubbed his face again violently. The look on his face was really dull, sad, and even sick. His eyes were still red, between angry and so sad. Seemed several times calling people, who knows who it is. Dinnae only supports, and prays for, what he does.

"Sir Iam!" call a nurse to him. Iam approaching, "Yes, sus. Why?"

The deg! Iam's chest is so sick. His body instantly trembled so violently, from head to toe. "If you're not strong, let me." said Iwan.

"What's wrong, it's my duty. This is the first time I've seen it in person. Although, we can't look at each other." Iam stood up and wiped his tears. He went to the toilet for a moment to clean himself up. "Bismillah," She stepped into her baby's room.

"Please, Sir. Here's the baby" the nurse opened a little cloth that wrapped the bay. Iam approached, looking at him with tears flowing down the river. "O Allah," he said.

The baby is still like a Barbie doll. Small, but perfectly formed. Her hair was still so thin, so were her lips. "You, like your mama, son." Look at Iam on the baby.

"Come, Sir. In the adzzanine," the nurse helped her lift the baby, and gave it to Iam.

Sobbing, Iam recited the Adhan to his first son. So sick, let alone remembering Lila who was still lying weak there. "Sorry dear, our son, must be buried immediately." Iam hugged the baby, then took her home alone.

Some friends were waiting for him at the apartment. King, Lala, and the others. Alex came to pick her up at the hospital.

"Patient, Inspiration." pat and hug him on the friend. Iam just nodded, then got into the car by continuing to hold his son who had been wrapped in a shroud.

"How's Lila?" ask Alex.

"She's still sleeping." replied Iam. "After this, help me get my business done."

"Yes, okay. They're investigating everything there, too." Alex nodded.

"Only you, the people I can trust right now. There's nothing else." Iam clenched his hand with all the anger and resentment that there was.