Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 47

Hazar had to go home that night. Because he felt guilty because he went without saying goodbye to Alin, his mind became more unreasonable because he got news from Mr. Naf. That said Alin didn't want to stay at the halfway house that night. His wife always wanted to stay outside.

At two o'clock in the morning Hazar arrived at his house. He went straight to his room upstairs. Alin was not there. Hazar comes down and asks his wife whereabouts to Aunt Yona who had welcomed him.

“Nona sleeps in her Nanny Aunt's room, Mr.” replied Aunt Yona. “Let me wake Fatma for a moment, Mr.”

“Not necessary, just leave it.” Hazar went back upstairs.

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That morning Alin left for the hospital sooner than usual. He left without saying goodbye to Hazar who was still asleep when he left earlier. I don't know why his feelings are still not calm.

Alin refused breakfast and drank milk prepared by his Aunt Fatma. He asks Angel to prepare fruit juice and deliver it directly to his room.

Alin repeatedly pressed his lower abdomen, his face was grimacing, cold sweat seemed to drench his forehead and temples.

“You're fine, Miss?” ask Bobi who can see Alin from the rearview mirror. He looked uneasy sitting in the back seat.

Alin shook his hand, asking Bobi to be quiet. Alin was in a hurry to get out of the car. He was not even aware of the presence of Grandpa and Secretary Jon there, with his wide steps Alin went straight into the doctor Qori's room.

“Nona!” greet a nurse. “There can I help you with, Miss?”

“Doctor Qori his, is there?” alin asked, his hand still pressing on his stomach.

“Doctor Qori is in Mr. Haris' room, Miss.”

Alin closed his eyes, he could be heard sighing and exhaling violently. Alin immediately turned around while reaching into the contents of his bag, it seemed like he was looking for something there. Alin's steps stopped his disappointed look again filled his face. Because the thing he was looking for was not found.

Alin who was about to follow doctor Qori to his Papa room was stopped. He even stepped into his own room. Because he is lazy to meet his father at this time.

Alin immediately threw his body on the sofa. His eyes immediately caught a yellow paper stuck on a mobile phone on the table.

“I leave for a week.”.

Alin grabbed the phone where the yellow paper had been stuck. It turns out that it was his phone that he threw the other day with just anyone, now it looks good as before. Alin leaned back, the yellow paper still in his hands. He already knows who the Sender of the message is, even though there is no name of the Sender there.

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“What!” Grandfather's eyes immediately widened, upon hearing Doctor Qori's explanation who was standing with his head bowed in front of him.

“You mean, something wrong with Alin?” asked Grandfather in a thunderous voice until it sounded outside the room.

Doctor Qori's body shivered with fear. His head was getting deeper. His knees and feet were numb, so without him noticing, he had already slumped to the floor, kneeling with his hands still tightly clenched, hoping that it could give him a little strength.

Her tears had not flowed since.

Papa Haris who had only been silent since, still did not budge from his silence. His facial expression seemed relaxed when he heard Qori's doctor mention the diagnosis of Alin, who allegedly had problems with his gynecologist.

“Did you know this for a long time?” ask Grandpa to Papa Haris. His eyes seemed to radiate anger.

“Iya.” Papa Haris replied briefly.

Grandpa frowned. Staring sharply at Papa Haris. “Do you have a solution? When you look so relaxed, can Alin be cured?” urge Grandpa.

“I don't know yet. because Alin refused to do a thorough examination.” replied Papa Haris.

“So, Alin already know about this?”

“Iya.”

“What does Hazar also know?”

“I'll give her this afternoon.”

“Stupid! Are you going to tell her that your daughter is barren!?” exclaim Grandpa with a reddened face.

“Hazar should know about this.” replied Papa Haris with his rest. His face was still flat with no expression.

“Do not until this news leaks out on others, including Hazar!” exclaim Grandpa. “You..” Grandpa appointed doctor Qori. “Set Alin check schedule asap. Ask Dr. Widia for help. Find a solution so Alin can have children. Basic useless!” hardik Grandpa.

“Alin will not want to be checked by another doctor.” said Papa Haris.

“Do you still need permission from him! It's also for his good. Do you want your child dumped by her husband?” Grandfather's voice grew higher, his face looked very upset right now.

“What do you think... Hazar is still willing to accept your disabled daughter... After she found out about this?”

“We'll know later.”

“Stupid...!” Grandfather threw a flower fitting that was located on a small table beside him, until shards of glass scattered on the floor.

“Bring Alin here!” shouting Grandpa.

“Good, Mr.” Secretary Jon immediately walked out of the room.

***

Alin walked into his father's room. He was immediately greeted by a sight that was extremely unsightly by the eyes. Fractions of flowers scattered on the floor. Doctor Qori who was kneeling down with a body shook, and Grandpa Setyo whom he hated were also there.

Alin stepped closer to doctor Qori.

“Stand..” Alin stretched out his hand.

Alin clucked lazily, because doctor Qori was still silent and bowed, ignoring the outstretched hand.

“Let doctor Qori go,” Alin said as he sat his body on the sofa facing his papa. Alin did not even glance at Grandpa Setyo, he was still indifferent to the old Grandpa.

“He should stay here. Because, he is the one who will be responsible for your problems now.” said Grandpa.

“Nothing he needs to account for.” Alin stared intently at Grandpa. “This has absolutely nothing to do with Grandpa. Will my infertility hurt Grandpa's agreement?” ask Alin.

Alin frowned, trying to read the look on his grandfather's face. “What agreement Grandpa and Sister Hazar will end if I can't give her a child?” Alin's lips appeared to display a small grin.

“What agreement do you mean?” asked Papa Haris staring confusedly at his daughter.

Alin did not answer his question. He even further sharpened his eyes staring at Grandpa Setyo. The old face's roar looked hardened, also staring at him.

“Looks... this will be a big problem for Grandpa.” Alin seemed to be laughing. “Do I have to celebrate this. It is unfortunate if this moment we miss it just like that.”

“This will also be a problem for you! You might get pitted, or worse Hazar will dump you. Because, you're of no use!” exclaim Grandpa with a red face. That old face seemed to harden withstanding the vexation.

***

Hazar sat on the side of the bed massaging his dizzy forehead, even though he had been resting for a long time. He glanced at the clock on the wall of his room which already showed the number ten.

Hazar sighed when he found a glass of juice that had been empty and left only the apple fibers that were still attached there.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of knocking on the door made Hazar realize, he got up and approached the door.

“Master, there's a call from Mr. Adi. He wants to talk to you, Mr.” Said Mr. Naf while holding out a cell phone to Hazar.

Hazar did not immediately receive a mobile phone call from Mr. Naf, he instead turned his eyes on the nightstand where his phone was being charged from all night in a state of power off.

“I'll call Papa with my phone.” Hazar said then closed the door again.

Mr. Naf could only look concernedly at his Young Master. For five years he worked with Hazar. He had never seen his Master this late. Hazar, whom he used to know, never complained, never displaying a look of despair. Always solve problems brilliantly and nothing can stand in his way if he wants something. But, all that changed since Alin entered his Master's life.

Naf sighed, before putting Hazar's ignored cell phone to his ear.

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Hazar looks rushed out of his room. Unlike usual, today he came out in casual clothes, wearing only a shirt and trousers. He immediately rushed into the car, fortunately Mr. Naf had prepared everything. So Hazar can get straight to the airport now. Yeah, Hazar has to fly overseas right now. On his phone, his father told him that his grandfather had to go back to the hospital. And ask Hazar to get there.

Hazar was seen repeatedly contacting someone with his cell phone. However, his forehead was always wrinkled when the flat object he was glued to his ears.

Hazar closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. “We go to the hospital first,” Hazar said while clutching the phone tightly in his hand.

“Good, Mr.” replied Mr. Naf who was sitting next to the steering wheel.

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