TIRED Season 1-3

Chapter 12 (Season 3)

The next day, Dirga called an untyk tow truck to take his car to the workshop. He and Alya decide to take a taxi to Alya's residence. They were already there and were immediately greeted happily by Sheilla. He could not sleep at night thinking about his daughter. The girl's face still looked pale. He smiled at Syeilla and apologized.

"Then Dirga excuse Auntie." the guy went straight from there after Syeilla said thank you.

Aiden descended from the second floor with a reddened face restraining anger. How not, his wife to cry because of Alya's behavior.

"Well remember the way home?" ask Aiden with the sarcasm.

"Sorry, Pa. Alya overslept in," he said cut off as one slap landed hard on his cheek.

"Mas! Don't be rude." harden Syeilla to her husband.

"You've always spoiled him, so be insolent. Go out and forget to go home!" Aiden get out of there. On the second floor, Cally smiled with satisfaction at seeing her father so angry.

"Darling, I'm sorry Papa. Papa doesn't mean to be rude, he's just worried" Syeilla said. Syeilla's heart ached when she saw her daughter slapped in front of her own eyes.

"Yes, Ma. Alya was wrong." the girl smiled gently then climbed the stairs towards the room. He saw Cally watching himself.

Syeilla stared at her daughter's departure sadly. If Aiden knew that his daughter's age was in danger. Is he still saying it spoils Alya. If Cally managed to get treatment until he recovered, different from Alya. The disease was detected for too long so the onset was a little late.

Alya entered the room with a weak body, her cheeks started to turn blue even as a blood splash out from the corner of her lips.

"I want to go in peace without hatred." he murmured while laying down.

"Mas, why are you so rude to Alya."

"Honey, I just don't want him to repeat the same mistake. Since when did he become naughty by going around without any news. We're getting worried!" aiden.

"But not necessarily by slapping him."

"You always spoil Alya. Look at Cally, never do anything. That's Oma's upbringing."

"Mas, don't let regret come back to eat away at your heart like it used to." said Syeilla then went to her daughter's room.

Sheilla knocked on Alya's room door slowly.

"Ma, I'm resting" replied Alya weakly. He could not get up just to open the door.

"Will bring food."

No more answers. Syeilla thinks maybe his wife is really on a break.

Sheilla knocked on Cally's room door. The girl opened it with her face already polished thin makeup and looks natural.

"Honey, where are you going?" Soft question.

"You're out with Dirga Ma."

"Yes, be careful, son." Syeilla came back down to the living room. Dirga looks to be there in casual clothes and looks very handsome.

Cally came down with a fashionable look. Dirga until made gaping see the beauty of Cally. The girl laughed at his expression.

"Tante, we're leaving first."

"Ma, Cally's out for a second.

Sheilla nodded, "be careful! Dirga, titip aunty's daughter."

Dirga nodded with spirit. Alya who had felt thirsty, slowly opened her room. There he saw Dirga holding his twin hand. What did that mean last night. Alya exhaled a tired breath.

"All just a falsehood, you managed to calm me down and float high, without knowing my wings could break at any time." murmured Alya.

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