My Wife Drabia's
78. Let him go

"Ansel, Salwanya do not need to bring work. There was Mama who reached out to him" said Nimas' mother saw Ansel carrying her daughter out of her room. The baby already looks beautiful with a pink bando on his head.

"My daughter has no love from her mother Ma. I don't want him to get my attention and affection either. Let him take Ma's work" Ansel replied incontrovertibly.

Nimas' mother breathed a rough sigh. Once Ansel starts to actively work again. Ansel always took his daughter to work. Unless that day there is a meeting outside the office. And it was often Ansel told Nimas' mother to take his daughter to the office.

"Then we set out first Ma" said Ansel to the hand of Nimas' mother, then told his daughter to go into the hands of the Grandmother.

"heart!" exclaimed Nimas' mother as Ansel stepped out of the house.

"Yes Grandma!" reply Ansel.

Arriving in the yard, Ansel also entered the car sitting in the back passenger seat with Salwa little. And the driver who had been waiting, immediately drove his vehicle.

Yes, since returning to work, Ansel chose to hire a private driver because he had to carry his daughter, making him unable to drive.

Arriving at his study, Ansel immediately put Salwa in a special place that has been provided Ansel in the room. Salwa kecip will be safe in it, because it is protected from hard objects.

"Dad work first, son!. Salwa played alone first" said Ansel then kissed his daughter's forehead.

Little Salwa immediately stepped foot to walk by holding the wall where he played, while smiling by revealing teeth that had just grown some seeds.

"How can I not take you to work, son. If you're not here, I don't work" Ansel said, watching Salwa walk by, crouching occasionally to pick up her toys and throw them out. Over time the room was messy with Salwa's toys.

"Geez Salwa, it's only morning but your father's room is already you messed up" Ciko exclaimed into the room.

The little baby smiled at Ciko. Getting used to seeing Ciko every day, makes little Salwa able to recognize him. Ciko collected the toys scattered on the floor, put them in the adorable baby cage.

"How's your wife doing?" ciko asked as she sat her body in the chair in front of Ansel.

"There has been no progress" Ansel urged.

"Your wife will definitely recover, who is patient" said Ciko calming.

"I don't know Miss, sometimes I've resigned" Ansel urged again.

Naturally he was desperate with the recovery of his wife. It had been nine months, but his wife had not yet shown the slightest sign of being aware of the coma.

"Hust! you can't despair. It is the same as denying the favor of Allah" advises Ciko.

"Make me feel hopeless, Miss?" lirih Ansel, set his gaze towards his daughter who was busy playing by herself." Even Salwa was almost able to walk, Drabia still did not wake up either."

Ciko also took his eyes to the daughter of his best friend.

"I'm afraid Miss, I'm so afraid she won't wake up again, Miss. He hasn't seen his daughter, Miss. He doesn't know her yet" Ansel said again in a choked voice.

"I understand how you feel An. But still, we must not despair" Ciko replied, her voice was also choked.

**

Elsewhere

Nimas' mother, who had just got down from the car that drove him, stepped into Mr. Ilham's house. There's something she needs to talk about Ansel.

"Mother Nimas, please sit down" said April kindly when she saw Ms. Nimas in the living room.

"What's up?" ask April.

"Where is Ilham?, I want to talk about Ansel." Nimas' mother breathed her heavy." I'm worried about Ansel bringing Salwa to work. We are ready to take care of Salwa."

April breathed heavily. At the end of this Mr. Ilham often sick, and never out of the room.

"Sir Ilham is also no longer healthy. It seems like he was thinking too much about Drabia" April replied.

"So what should we do. I feel sorry to see Ansel and Salwa. And it looks like Ansel's not okay anymore." Nimas' mother paused her sentence for a moment." He was being very possessive with Salwa. Almost a hundred percent of him takes care of Salwa. Starting from feeding, changing diapers, sleeping on him. All he did, except to prepare the needs of Salwa. There is me and the baby sister at home" said Nimas mother again.

"She is like a widow with one child" said Nimas again.

"What can I do, I'm not close to Ansel. There's no way he'd listen to me talk. If you want and Mr. Ilham only, he does not want to listen" replied April.

"He always felt his daughter was the same with him and Drabia. They just as not feel the affection of their biological mother" said Ms. Nimas again.

"Don't worry too much, I'm sure Ansel must take good care of Salwa. We just let him devote all his attention and affection to his daughter" April replies.

Finally the two middle-aged women were equally silent, thinking of Ansel and Salwa.

**

"Salwa, are you sleepy, son?." Ansel moved from his seat toward Salwa, who had evaporated in his cage. Ansel grabs Salwa's body, bringing her to his end. It seems that his daughter already wants to sleep.

After sitting his body back in his work chair, Ansel gave Salwa to drink milk, then rubbed his head, so that his daughter quickly fell asleep.

And sure enough, just five minutes into her lap, the beautiful baby had already fallen asleep. And Ansel moved him into the baby swing that he provided in the room, so that his daughter's sleep was comfortable and his sleep was more sound.

"You are indeed a smart father's son" murmured Ansel kissed his daughter's cabbages cheeks and then returned to the place where the two had been to continue his work.

During the day, after Salwa awoke from her deep sleep. Ansel gave his daughter a meal, with the food she had brought from home.

"Daddy's daughter's smart" Ansel said as Salwa accepted her bribe.

Little Salwa smiled after swallowing the food in her mouth, revealing her four-seed-growing teeth. Making Ansel anxious could not bear to kiss his daughter's cheek, then feed her again with the provisions she carried.

At four in the afternoon, Ansel decided to leave his room with his daughter in his car. Every time he returned from work, Ansel and Salwa visited Drabia to the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, Ansel first went into the room of the doctor who treated his wife all this time, to ask how the health of his wife.

"How's my wife doing Doc?" ansel asked the Doctor who was sitting in front of him.

The male doctor let out a long and deep sigh before answering Ansel's question.

"Your wife can be said to be dead. It's just a tool attached to his body that makes him still survive. If the device is removed..." The doctor did not have the heart to continue his sentence seeing Ansel's reddened face holding back tears.

"Saranku, let him go" continued the doctor touching the hand of Ansel who was on the table.

The dug dug dug dug dug...!

Ansel's heart was beating so fast, hearing the Doctor tell him to take Drabia away. Is there no hope?, thought Ansel.

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