Last Night with Sister-in-law
Donors

"Where, Darius? You want to be a donor to your sister?" ask Mr. Dario Mark, try to be as gentle as possible.

"No! I don't want to, Dad. Sorry, I'm busy. I must go home now," replied Darius indifferently. It was clear from his face that he did not care about his brother at all.

The man immediately got up and walked out of the room, leaving the father, who was now deeply disappointed in the son. He didn't even know since when the two sons had started fighting.

'God soften my youngest son's heart, touch his heart so that he is willing to be a donor for his own brother. Why did my sons become like this, O Lord, ' (into Lord Dario Mark).

He could only cry over what had happened to his two sons. A cry without a sound, a cry that she resists her tears. Which parent does not feel sad to see the lives of his two sons destroyed only because of a creature of the female sex.

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3 Days later.

Melisa was again overwhelmed with anxiety. It's been 3 days that Mahesa has not contacted her again. Did something bad happen to the man? After work, he will come to Mahesa's residence. A house that is nothing but the home of her former in-laws.

By taking risks, he did just that. All that he did was solely for the sake of Avisha, his baby with Mahesa. The woman appears to have been standing right in front of the door, holding the tiny body of Avisha. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before finally pressing the bell button.

Tong!

She presses the bell. Not long after that the door was opened wide. A middle-aged woman appeared to be standing right in front of the door. She looked at Melisa from the tip of her foot to the tip of her hair. For a moment, the woman also seemed to be frowning. However, he immediately smiled kindly to Melisa.

"Relisa? Oh my God, please come in" said Mrs Farida smiling kindly.

The friendly attitude of her former mother-in-law made Melisa immediately feel astonished. Because as long as she was his daughter-in-law, the woman's attitude was always cold towards him.

"Good afternoon, Mom. Eu-"

"Go in first, Mel. You must be looking for Mahesa, right?" sela Nyonya Farida has not had time Melisa continue her speech.

"Eu ... I-yes, Mom. Sorry if I interrupted Mommy's break."

"Just go to his room. Eu ... Is this Mommy's granddaughter?"

"Huh?" Melisa instantly felt dumbfounded. Where did Lady Farida know about her relationship with Mahesa as well about her baby?

"May Mommy be fat?"

Melisa was back.

"Mails?"

"Huh? Eu ... Yes, Mom. Of course I can," Melisa replied at last.

Slowly Mrs Farida started reaching for the 3-month-old baby. A wide smile spread from both sides of his lips. Finally the granddaughter he craved was in his arms now. Moreover, her grandson is female.

"Gosh, how pretty you are, son. What's his name, Mel?" mrs Farida asked looking at her first grandchild's face with sparkling eyes.

"His name is Avisha, Mom."

"Avisha? Hm ... A pretty name, as pretty as her face. Oh yes, Mel. Mahesa's room is over there, you just go in. He's on break."

"Okay, Mom," Melisa replied.

But what is this? Mrs Farida's attitude was completely unexpected. Beyond reason, beyond logic. Is it possible because he has given the grandchild that the woman has been craving for all this time? Yes, even though they did it the wrong way, having an illicit relationship when Melisa was still the wife of a man named Darius.

Until finally, he arrived at the door of Mahesa's room. Melisa knocked on the door, a familiar voice could be heard from inside.

"Lake in!" mahesa shouted from the room.

Chequek!

Melissa opened the door. He went inside with his footsteps. Mahesa appeared to be lying weakly on the bed with an infusion needle that pierced the wrist of her left hand skin.

The man's eyes stared at the window. She did not realize at all that came was the woman she missed so much. While Melisa, she stared at Mahesa's body nanar full of pity.

"Mas," he said later, making Mahesa suddenly turn her head and look at the woman's face feeling surprised of course.

"Some?" mumbled Mahesa, feeling disbelief in what she saw at this moment.

"Sick again? He said you're healed, Mom? Why are you-" Melisa not even able to continue her words. Her chest is too tight. Seeing the father of his baby lying weakly helplessly made his heart really feel hurt.

"I'm fine, Mel. I just need to rest for a few days. O yes, are you here with our baby? Where's she?"

"Well, how are you? Mas's face was pale, Mas's body was also thin. God, what can I do for her recovery?" melisa asked ignoring Mahesa's question.

"You haven't answered my question? Where's Avisha? Is he here too? Or, you live with a baby sister?"

"Avisha is with your Mommy, Mas. He was very excited about our baby."

"Of course he's happy, it's been a long time that Mommy wants to pet a grandchild. Especially granddaughter. Hopefully he will accept you as his son-in-law again after seeing our baby."

"Mas hasn't answered my question. What do I need to do to get him back to healing? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"All you need to do is look after our daughter. Take good care of him until he is completely healed. Stop working, just focus on taking care of our baby."

"If I don't work, what are my daily living expenses? Buy formula milk, baby diapers and so on. All of that was bought with money, Mom. Sorry, I didn't mean to-" Melisa didn't go on and looked down sad.

"Mel, you don't have to think about any of that. All the needs of you and our baby let me take responsibility."

"How'd it go? Is it sick again? Heals first, is healthy first. After that, I thought of both of us. I don't want to be a burden to Mas in the middle of Mas's condition being sick like this."

"There's only one way that Mahesa can heal, Mel."

Suddenly Mrs Farida came into the room holding Avisha. He was standing right next to Melisa now. The middle-aged woman's face looked at the face of Mahesa the son.

"What is that, Mom?" ask Melisa.

"Mahesa should get a spinal cord donor. The problem is, Darius refuses to be a donor, and only he can do that."

SERIATE

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