Mother to My Children
Chapter 107

"Where's Rend?" ask Dr. Niken.

"Oh that, anu... Tasya had slept earlier in the aunt's carry to her room," replied Dr. Rendra.

"Oh, you can go back now. Thank you for taking me home and also her sling. I don't have to be tired of going to his room," ucao doctor Niken tried to neutralize the awkwardness that occurred just a moment ago.

"Ken,.." Rendra's doctor's face suddenly became serious.

"Why rend?" ask doctor Niken, his intention to make it relaxed so as not to tense the atmosphere, eh really so serious gini.

"Can I ask you something?" his face looked more serious.

"Ask nothing," replied the doctor Niken wondering what exactly the man in front of him was asking. Why does his face look so serious.

"As for Tasya's real father, where?" ask Dr. Rendra carefully. He knew that Dr. Niken didn't like to talk about it the most. But apparently Syafira's speech was quite disturbing doctor Rendra's heart. The reason is not that he did not realize there was a resemblance between himself and Tasya, but he really felt he had done it with doctor Niken.

"Why do you think about it. It's not like I told you his dad doesn't have Rend, nothing. She left during Tasya's pregnancy" doctor Niken said.

"Aren't you trying to find him Ken?"

"For what, she doesn't even know I'm pregnant with her child" she said.

"Who is Kend,?" search doctor Rendra. Apparently Syafira's words really disturbed his mind.

"There's a rend. When you're busy ngagumin Olive, when you're busy lamenting fate because Olive chose Bara, that's me there's a man I love Rend too. There anyway!"

"Not to be discussed anymore! Why suddenly talk about it! Usually never. there come home late at night, I'm tired of rest," said doctor Niken Ketus.

"But ken...,"

"i said enough Rend. Later, when it's time for Tasya to know, I'll tell him who his father is. Wh why? Do you want to beat me up like a widow who is pregnant out of wedlock? Shame to have a friend like me, right? Must think he pity Tasya right? Then who, who thinks I'm Rend, who?" either Niken's doctor's got a very sensitive look tonight as usual who will give a diplomatic answer if anyone asks about Tasya. It seemed that Syafira's speech had also affected her mood.

"Then you said that, yeah, it looks like you're really tired. Make a break. I'm leaving" said Dr. Rendra. He felt guilty for opening the topic of conversation so Tasya's real father, Manapun protest would have overreacted if the matter is sensitive like that.

" Yes, you're careful on the road, until tomorrow's meeting," doctor Niken's voice also sounded stable.

"After this I still have business, want to go to doctor Rega's birthday," said doctor Rendra before he stepped foot near the door.

"Don't drink, you're bad when Rend's drunk!" exclaim doctor Niken.

Doctor Rendra turned, "Yes, I know, it's safe, Rega clean people will not exist so," he said smiling. He could at least drink alcohol a little already drunk. Especially if most of them forget themselves, forget everything. As happened six years ago, he was drunk to hallucinate having a bed relationship with Olivia.

"Yes very severe, you even forget why there was Tasya," murmured doctor Niken meerih inaudible with pushy eyes. He immediately pulled a blanket to cover part of his body, tired of how he felt tonight, so he did not intend to clean himself first.

" Because I've woken up, I just took a bath!"the voice of doctor Rendra who had returned appeared from behind the door suddenly startled him.

"Yes...!" doctor Rendra shouted from behind the door. He knew his sahabtanya habit like to go straight to sleep if you are tired, he thought.

"Yes Rend, this is also going to take a shower. Onion!" angry doctor Niken but smiled, at least the man was attentive to him even in a different version, as a friend.

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The next days passed just like that. Since charty dinner that night, there was no more discussion about Tasya. In the wind, the topic gradually went without leaving any relief for Syafira, or doctor Rendra.

Syafira interned at Osmaro Corp for a month. Turns out it's quite fun to also be in the same office husband . If you miss just stepping can directly hug the person. Lunch can also be together, at least it's a positive thing that he got. Moreover, lately Syafira again happy nempel to her husband.

Upon Syafira's return from the toilet, Mia came to him, "Fir, bring tea to Bara's pack room" said Mia.

"Again?" syafira asked, the feeling since he had gone back and forth to the room.

"Ho oh, less times that ration is so peeping again," Mia rolled her eyes teasing Syafira.

"Ck, what the hell," Syafira clucked, he kept walking towards the pantry to make my beloved husband tea. At first he was upset, there was a reason Bara Unyuk told him to go to the president's room. But for a long time he was used to it, the risk of having an office husband, he had another, so free to tell anything. And this past week, she also felt often confused with her husband.

Syafira came in after knocking on the door, her eyes fixed on the table. Coffee, tea, syrup, all still intact there. None have run out.

"Mas understand me yes, it's still a lot of drinking has not been asked for anymore" murmured Syafira. The one in the omelin did not even hear, he was seriously staring at the documents in his hands.

"So seriously, the forehead shriveled so," murmured Syafira. Bara's face also looked furious.

"Yes..." Shafira approached her husband.

"Eh, what's up, baby?" tanya Bara immediately closed the document and put it on the table.

"After a problem, right? The face is very serious, I entered until it is not that," said Syafira.

"There's a bit of a problem, o yes, did you say what, baby?"

"That is, the drink has not been finished ko have asked again, later diabetes if too much sweet drink," said Syafira. He sat in the front seat of the Bara table.

"Well, did you tell me to come here?" quick search.

Bara smiled, saw his wife made his mind that had just been a little fresh immediately, "The milk does not exist yet," he said.

"Well, did Mia Mas say for tea, what is milk now?" ask Syafira confused.

"This husband means," Bara stood behind Syafira, bent down and slipped his hands from the slit of Syafira's armpits and stopped right at Syafira's chest.

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