TIRED Season 1-3

TIRED Season 1-3
Chapter 16 (Season 3)



Syeilla and Aiden stood restless in the ER room, while Cally was still trying to digest what was happening. Tears always accompany Syeilla's cheeks. Until the sound of the door opening made them turn their gazes towards the man in white clothes complete with a stethoscope that was in his suit pocket.


"Doctor, how our daughter is doing" Aiden said quickly.


The doctor smiled, "Sir, there is something I want to tell you about your daughter. For that, come with me" said a doctor known as Reynand. They're headed to Reynand's doctor's office.


"Please sit down" he said with a smile.


"So, Doctor, how is our daughter," Aiden said again with the same question.


"Sir, ma'am, did your daughter have any previous trauma to the sea?" the doctor asked, causing both of them to flinch. Because they don't know that.


"Before this daughter of mine," Aiden pointed to Cally who was sitting next to her. "Taking her to the beach, my daughter once told me she hated the sea."


The doctor nodded as he looked at them lethargicly.


"Your daughter is traumatized by the sea, something has happened to her. Maybe he's hiding it."


Aiden and Sheilla seem to be jolted with the reality, to the knowledge that Alya never drowned except ...


"Mas, you remember, back when Alya was still Junior High she was once brought home with her friends. They said he fell unconscious.Alya and his friends went to the beach, "Sheilla said made Aiden dig his memory a few years ago.


"Ah, yes dear, remember!"


"It's fitting that Alya says he hates the sea" she said sadly.


Cally seemed a little jolted knowing all that. The corner of his heart ached a little knowing that.


"My advice, keep your daughter and mother from the beach or swimming pool that can potentially make the trauma back present."


"Good, Doc. Thank you very much" said Aiden. The three of them immediately came out from there with mixed feelings.


Alya has been moved to the hospital room, Sheilla can not stem her sadness. As a mother, she seemed to have failed her two daughters. Why did fate bring him back to a world he never wanted.


"Dear, don't cry anymore." Aiden wiped away the tears of the woman he loved so much.


Aiden carried the fragile body into his arms. Cally was stabbed by thousands of nails when he heard his mother's voice. All this time he always thought that as a child his status was wasted. But, in reality, it was not as he had imagined.


He approached his mother's body, then hugged tightly while sobbing. Cally apologized for his short-sighted thoughts all along.


"I'm sorry Cally Ma, Cally has not been devoted to Mama and Papa, all this time" he said in a trembling voice. He could not cry because of guilt.


"Honey, Mama's son, you're not wrong but it's circumstances that make us like this."


"Papa's son is a good daughter, forgive Papa yes, all this time has not been able to provide the best pliers for you both."


After finishing with the cry reunion, they immediately headed for Alya's room. After a few minutes, the eyelids began to open slowly. Syeilla immediately embraced him affectionately.


"Son, I'm sorry, dear Mama" she said in tears.


"Ma, don't cry, Alya doesn't have a papa. Smile dong!"


Sheilla wiped her tears smiling.


"Papa's sorry baby, please don't be like this again, Papa could die if you see you lying down."


Alya gave a small smile, "Pa, don't say that, Alya doesn't have a papa."


Cally took a step forward, both Syeilla and Aiden, both making room for Cally and Alya.


"I'm sorry, I've been thinking macem. I ... I .. love you even though it looks annoying." Cally was embarrassed.


Alya smiled gently. "As you know, I'm the happiest person to know you're going back to Indonesia after all this time. I'm happy because the brother I've been waiting for can finally be together again."


Cally immediately hugged his sister's body, he almost fell into an evil person.


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Yeayyy I came back after there was an encouragement. Thank you for supporting this broken me. Love you all ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜