My Love My Bride
Zee

Happy reading ....

Pras propels his motor at high speed. His feelings were not out of his mind when he remembered Zee. I don't know why he feels that Zee isn't okay right now.

Arriving in front of the apartment building, Pras pulled over his motorbike. Say hello and thank the security who helped him use the elevator with his card.

Arriving on the floor where Risa's apartment is located, one hope Pras, namely the password of the apartment door has not changed. A sense of relief was evident on the middle-aged man's face, as the door managed to open.

The lighting in the room was dim. Faintly sounded a huff out of nowhere, but Pras was sure it was Zee's stuffing.

"Zeez. Honey, it's papa." Call her slowly while turning on the lights one by one.

Brang!!

Pras immediately turned to the direction of the voice.

"Mr ...." The weak voice surprised Pras. Pras walked towards the kitchen.

Pras' heart seemed to be blown away for a moment. The little girl tried to get up and smile at him. Several pots fell from one of the open kitchen set doors. In his hand, Zee held an empty milk bottle that closed it somewhere.

"Zee, what are you doing there, son?"

"Susu, Paah." His leg was weak while thrusting the milk bottle.

Pras immediately burst into tears. The feeling is right, Zee is not okay. His face was pale and looked very weak. And what is this? Any blistering wounds on the back of his hand up to his arm?

Pras hugged the boy. Zee sobbed, maybe a happy sob.

"What's the matter, honey?" Pras asked with a trembling voice.

Zee pointed at the dispenser while brandishing the milk bottle. Pras gasped, was the wound due to being exposed to hot water on the dispenser that was always on?

"illness?" pras asked who was holding back his cries. Zee nodded slowly.

"We make milk. Later we go to the doctor," Pras said while feeling his chest tight.

Pras searched the bottle cap, but did not meet. Finally, he decided to make milk with a glass.

"Oh My God." Sluggishly.

There was only a little milk left in the container. He had no idea when was the last time Risa made it for Zee. Pras also brews milk. He mixed hot and cold water so that Zee could drink it immediately. Again Pras' heart seemed to be sliced to see the diluted milk he was making.

Pras memku Zee who wants to immediately drink the milk. Take her to Zee's room, then sit her down. When Zee drinks her milk, Pras looks for sling and Zee clothes. He was determined to take the boy to the hospital, and would take him to live with him.

"Again, Pa." His word.

"Well, I'll buy first. Now Zee changes clothes, wears socks, wears a jacket. Come with papa, honey?" pras said while wearing Zee's clothes. Pras bowed his head deeply while wearing Zee's socks. He hid his shed tears looking at the nod of Zee's head that looked happy to hear his invitation.

Pras put the sling. He never used the sling to carry Zee. But he remembers once holding a small Ajeng with a sling that was almost similar.

Before Pras takes Zee outside the apartment, he heads to Risa's room. The room that used to be his room was also. The room was a mess, a few pieces of Risa's clothes were on the floor.

Pras looked for the paper in the drawer, and wrote something there. Afterwards, he rushed outside and headed towards the place where his motorbike was.

Pras could not advance his motorbike at high speed even though the streets began to be quiet. In addition, he must also be able to balance himself who only uses one hand, because one hand holds Zee's body that began to sleep.

"God, what life is this? Why do you put an innocent child in such a bad position?" His inner.

Arriving at the hospital, Pras immediately headed to the IGD room. The nurse who greeted them looked unfriendlyly at Pras after seeing the blister wound on Zee's hand. Not to mention the doctors who scolded him for thinking he had been negligent on his own child.

Pras accepted it with a graceful heart, although it was not his fault. He could only smile wryly while persuading Zee who started whining to feel the pain in his hand.

"Sir, why was he brought here? If left unchecked this can be an infection. And there seems to be no handling at all. Looking at the wound, it's been two or three days." The doctor deeply regrets the attitude of parents who ignore what their own children feel.

Pras could only bow, not daring to look at the doctor. After the Doctor and the nurse left them, Pras rubbed Zee's head and began to fall asleep again.

"I'm sorry papa, Zee. Papa's really sorry." Sluggishly.

Zee woke up briefly, and clasped Pras' hand tightly. He peeked at Zee's forehead, then said, "Papa's here, honey." Zee smiled with both eyes closed.

After Zee completely fell asleep, Pras sighed while leaning on the chair. He rubbed his own face rough. In his heart he asked, "Is this the punishment for me that used to be negligent for Ajeng?"

***

With gontai steps, Risa down the hallway of her apartment building. He had just returned with a friend who was a bartender.

Risa endured the cold at five in the morning in her sexy dress. With her remaining consciousness, Risa walked into her apartment.

"Acstance ...." Call lazy. Risa was flabbergasted, realizing the lights of the room were all on. He moved while patting his face, forcing himself to be fully conscious.

"Zee's? Zee ...."

Risa starts to panic seeing that Zee is not in her room. He ran to the kitchen and then to his own room.

"Where is the boy? It can't be out." Mumbled. Risa was about to look into the bathroom, as she realized the tip of her eye was looking at a piece of paper on the nightstand.

"Prass?" His forehead wrinkled. He read the message Pras left for him.

'Lisa, I brought Zee. She's not my daughter, but I promise to take better care of her than you.'

Pras.

Risa dropped herself on the bed. Staring at the ceiling of his room with a glare. He has lost everything. Even Zee left him.

Risa curled her body. Her tears glared as she stared at the paper she was still holding.

"Thank you, Mum." He nodded, then closed his eyes.