Forgive Me My Wife
My son needs his father

Arriving at the hospital Nara is immediately taken to the ER, Viona screams like crazy with Nara in her cradle. The caretaker immediately provided first aid, while one of the nurses was assigned to call the pediatrician in his police station who happened to still be in place after the afternoon practice.

“Doctor, My son why?” Viona sobbed as she continued to hold Nara's hand, since Nara's new baby is sick this time.

“Mother is calm first, we are checking it carefully,” replied the hijab child doctor was friendly.

“The heat is new today, so we have not been able to diagnose with certainty the cause of the heat and vomit, as early as tomorrow afternoon or the day after morning can only be ascertained through blood tests. But because your child is vomiting violently, so it's best to be hospitalized so that his condition continues to be monitored."

“Good Doctor. Please, do your best for my Son.”

Viona's hand trembled, to be honest she was shocked beyond measure and also felt guilty. Is it possible because he was locked up so that his child received less attention from him so that he fell ill?

“We will prepare a special inpatient room for children. After being ready later Mother's Son will be taken there, please wait a while. And soon there will be a nurse who pairs an infusion hose. Excuse me for a moment.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

“Mother...” erang boy raucous, even the eyelids around his eyes began to slightly swollen due to the high temperature that afflicted him.

“Honey, this is Mommy.” Viona bends her body on the side of the ER bed, holds Nara and rubs her tiny back.

Before long came two nurses carrying infusion equipment. Nara, who had never been on the phone before, screamed hysterically when she saw the infusion needle about to be paired.

Viona continues to persuade him and says everything will be fine, as well as Rima and Abdul who also try to persuade but to no avail. Nara thrashed, and cried loudly.

“No want. Ayaaah... ayaaah, want ayaaah.

Nara continued to scream hysterically until she coughed, her eyes watery red and sweat flooded her pilipis.

“Bu sorry, his son must be pacified first. If the rampage like this we can not pair the needle infusion, worry risky, let alone the vessels of very small children,” pinta the nurse polite.

“I will try to persuade her again, please be patient Sister,” please Viona.

“Please Mom, or maybe if you want how to be held together, a little forced if not calm down,” bargain the sister hat-carefully.

“No need Sus, I do not want if later he traumatized because of forced. I'll persuade him.”

“Good Bu.” the nurse moved a little away giving space to the patient and his mother.

Viona tries to re-persuade and calm the hysterically frightened Nara. Various ways he did, until ten minutes passed Nara still remained frightened, even the water he had drunk was now spewed back.

“Honey, Mother's Child, Good Child. Mau yes, installed infusion, it's okay, there will be a mother here, let the spit healed. Or what did Nara want? Mommy will fill whatever it is from Nara want infused," he persuaded full of affection.

“Mau Father... want a father now, want the same father Mother,” her door with sobs that began to weaken in Viona's arms.

Viona felt the cardigan she was wearing, lucky that Bima's phone was in her cardigans pocket that had been reflexively inserted when the maid entered her room.

“Nara want dad to come now, hmm?” asked Viona while rubbing the wet face of the child.

Abdul bought it to see Viona holding a cell phone. He was about to rush and snatch it, only Rima hurriedly held it down.

Viona put a cell phone in her ear, despite knowing Abdul was looking hard at her.

“Mas, please come now to Ananda hospital. Nara is ill and must be hospitalized. Nara wants you here, Please be quick and careful.”

“Suster wait a little while longer until his father comes."

The two nurses nodded then helped clear Nara's vomit.

“What do you call him? Dad had called Juna and he happened to be on his way back to Bandung, at most half an hour away he would arrive. No need for you to call your ex-husband, Juna can be his father Nara.” Abdul is still a scurper.

“But what Nara needs is Mas Bima!” screams Viona desperate. “Dad please, Nara is sick, she needs her father. He needs Mas Bima.”

Tears that he had been holding back had slid freely on Viona's face, he even held on to the edge of the ER bed to support his body which was also not okay.

“Yah, I beg you. It's a hospital, don't fuss here. think of our grandchildren.” Rima stroked Abdul's shoulder reminded, hoping that her husband would soften. Then his eyes stared pushyly at his son and grandson. “Better we both pray Maghrib first."

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Within fifteen minutes Bima arrived at the hospital that Viona mentioned. He even still wears a cocoa shirt because Viona gave it to him when he had just finished Maghrib prayers. Drove his car like a man of grief when he heard his baby hurt.

Bima ran until the clattering of her shoe soles rang loudly in the hospital hallway. From outside the ER door Bima saw the existence of Viona as well as Nara and immediately barged in. Her chest is flat, Bima's hair greedy random.

“Nara.” Bima immediately approached Viona who was carrying the child.

Viona breathed a sigh of relief and the boy blinked. “Mas,” greet Viona raucous.

Bima hugged the two no matter what around. Viona wants to cry in Bima's arms, but now is not the time, at this time she must focus on her baby.

“Ayaah Call Nara spoiled with a hoarse voice because her throat hurts from continuous vomiting, opening both her hands to be carried.

“Iya darling, this is Father.” Bima scooped Nara into her arms, kissed her and hugged her.

“Well, now that Dad has come, Nara wants ya, installed the same infusion sister?” persuade Viona while tidying up her son's hair.

“Iya, if any Dad wants.”

Sure enough, after Bima came, Nara was not hysterical anymore when she saw the infusion needle placed on the back of her hand, the boy just grimaced a little and slipped in his father's arms.

“Mas, titip Nara for a moment. I want to pray first.”

“Go, don't worry.”

Nara has now been transferred to the inpatient room with the best facility room. The drug has been given through an infusion because Nara still vomits if swallowing anything. Viona and Bima both berTO’a so that their children recover soon.