
His chest tightened when he saw the smile of a girl with pale lips and an infusion hose placed on his left hand. He regretted his thoughts, why he was this selfish, even though opening his heart to him was not a mistake should be a gift.
"Ilham why is Alya kayak that?"
The girl tried to hold the hand of Inspiration, but it felt like her body was still weak due to the incident that happened to her.
"Lo want to hold my hand?" ask the inspiration suddenly.
Alya nyegir while looking at him with puppy eyes. "Hehe, may it be Ham" he asked.
Without answering the guy warmly grasped Alya's right hand, he stared into the black eye bead, he realized that he should have given this feeling to Alya from the beginning, pretending not to like it is a hard thing, especially they will also get married later Ilham should make the best use of time from now on.
"Ilham null-"
"I'm sorry, I should have been the one who howled you earlier," Ilham quickly cut.
The girl smiled gently as usual. "Father, I understand Inspiration."
"A stupid guy, Al? Lo it's my future wife, I should have protected you not Erik."
Alya was slightly surprised by Ilham's confession, casually saying that he was his future wife. If Alya had recovered by now, she would have jumped up and down in excitement.
"Lo can be angry with me Al," said Ilham disperse his daydream.
"Where can I be angry with the person I love, even I like that now Ilham cares about Alya," he replied.
Ilham did not know why he wanted to cry at the moment, he wanted to apologize for everything he had done so far. Inspiration was already evil to the girl, but it could be that she could still smile at him.
"Gue's sorry Alya, all this time I've been rude to you, I always deny my feelings to you, I realize it turns out I love you the same lo."
Alya gasped with his words, is Alya not dreaming?
"Al, you want to build a relationship with me from the beginning? I promise I will take care of you, I do not want you to be touched by any guy including Erik's cousin lo," said Ilham with full seriousness in his eyes.
"So!"
"Alya, you yak-"
"Can't stop meaning." Alya chuckled at Ilham's sad face.
"Not funny!" Ilham pinched Alya's nose briefly.
Alya bent her face. "It hurts!"
"Who told ngeselin!" inspirational Reply.
The guy was now more warm, even now they were talking casually like never before.
"What are you sick about, Al?"
Alya giggled amusedly at the word 'you' coming out of the mouth of Ilham.
"Kok laugh?" pissed that guy off.
"Haha, the sudden end of changing calls so 'me' 'you', it feels really strange to know!" answer Alya.
Ilham grunted. "It's not anymore!"
Alya tightened her laughter until the laughter subsided due to the loud sound of the door.
Brakkkk
"Alya, what's wrong, baby?"
Ilham was forced to let go of his grasp and then retreated backwards to allow Aryan to see his daughter up close.
"Alya gapapa right? Is anyone sick? Or there's a-"
Alya clucked cutting Aryan's speech. "Ck, Alya gapapa, look good, right?"
Wonderful, somehow his father became this celebay, whether what poison given by his stepmother to make his father over dose like this.
Aryan rubbed the head of his daughter. "Dad is afraid of you why-why Alya."
Alya smiled at Aryan. "Alya gapapa Well, really. Alya can go home this afternoon."
"Thank God you're gapapa, I'm so scared to lose you Alya."
That gaze was exactly like one year ago when her father decided to divorce her mother. The gaze before a Dinda and Devan enters into his life.
"Alya will stay with Dad, because you are his only daughter" Aryan said as he rubbed his daughter's head slowly.
Alya who just came home from school stares confused, because from morning mother and father are fine, but why suddenly they say they will separate.
"Why can't Alya come with me?" alya asked as she looked towards Nirmala who was already standing at the door with two large suitcases.
Nirmala stared flat at her daughter, there was no smile like this morning. "I'm tired of pretending to be a good mother to you."
"Nirmala! you crazy? why did you say that? Alya this is your real son!" aryan's jolt couldn't accept the words that could hurt his daughter.
Alya who was sitting on the bench of the three smp just pecked with tears that had already come down. Realizing one thing was painful because all this time she had only been a burden to her mother.
"If time could be repeated, I would never want to have a child of you Aryan! I married you!" nirmala Benthic.
The woman breezed away from Alya's courtyard, without explanation or a brief kiss of farewell to her daughter who was crying silently.
"Alya you gapapa? sorry Dad well, can not make a beautiful family like your friends at school," said Aryan while looking down at his daughter who was still crying while looking at the shadow of his mother.
After a long silence Alya finally made a sound with eyes still focused towards the gate of his house, hoping his mother did not really leave. "Alya is a bad boy? is that why you left me?" tanyakanya.
Aryan shook his head. "No, you're a good boy so I love Alya. I'm just tired of Dad so he's gone."
Aryan hugged the body of Alya who was still silent without any sobbing even though his tears were flowing profusely. "Dad dear to Alya, never stay with Dad even though someday I make a big mistake for you" whispered Aryan in the ear of his daughter.
Tests.
One drop of water came down on her cheek and followed by another.
"Alya why are you?" aryan asked frantically seeing her daughter suddenly cry.
Inspiration was immediately approaching Alya, she followed in a panic. "Alya anyone is sick? or are you hungry? thirsty? want to"
"Alya wants to go home."
Aryan stroked the head of his daughter and then kissed her briefly. "Yes, I take care of your return first, yes, so you can rest at home. Don't cry" said Aryan.
After that Aryan left Ilham who again clasped Alya's hand.
"Are you really gapapa Al?" ask me a gentle inspiration.
Alya looked straight ahead, she ignored the worried look from Ilham. "I want to go home."
"Yes, let's go pul-"
"Go home, which he says is the place to go."