SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
PICKAXES

Mycola's condition is stable. You can joke and play again even though you have not been allowed to leave the hospital.

BRACK ....

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." I said

I hit the body of someone who was quite large. Because it hurts my shoulder.

I picked up my fallen luggage and pointed my face upwards. A thin mustachioed man with sharp eyes. His eyes were red as if he was crying and clearly visible in his red life.

"You okay?." he thrust his hand at me.

I politely declined, "I'm fine." I got up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intentionally. I was in a hurry" he said.

"It doesn't matter." I waved my hand.

"Hmm, did you see Mikola?." I asked. Because he saw her coming out of Mikola's room.

His face looked panicked by moving his head left right like looking for something but what was in this hallway. There's only Mikola's room at the end of this street.

"No, I got in wrong. Excuse me." he left me by the brisk walk past the nurse's post.

Why does it seem like there is something strange, ah I think that is excessive. It might be wrong to enter.

I went straight into Mikola's room. Surprisingly there were no adults there. Only Mikola slept and there was a milk bottle still left slightly in her hands.

"Dad-dy.." she rubbed her eyes.

"Eh, the handsome boy is awake. Here's the same Auntie ya.." I carried her.

"Dad-dy.." he asked.

"Daddy work dear.. Later in the afternoon his Daddy will definitely come here." I rubbed his back.

Strange why this boy is alone. Where's Clara and the others. Mama and Papa aren't here, nor are there even nurses.

It felt a little strange in my nose. There was a smell I just breathed out there on Mikola's body. I sniffed the scent on Mikola's clothes meticulously.

It's like the smell I smelled when I collided with the person outside. Then I remembered, my left shoulder touched his body until I was shaken.

I kissed my shoulder to equalize the smell of Mikola's shirt.

"True.this is not wrong anymore. This kid was in that guy's cradle. And seeing him still holding a bottle of milk with the rest of the milk seems new in the brew." I murmured.

"Where's Clara! A mother leaves her sick child alone without anyone's supervision. It's really crazy."

I immediately called Glen and asked anyone to come to the hospital. I can't call Mas Reza directly, I don't want any misunderstandings later.

"Please tell anyone, Glen. There's no one here. Where's her mother, don't ask me because I don't know. I can't stay here long. My son is home, please tell me immediately." I asked Glen.

After twenty minutes, Davina came with Mama Syarina. He hurriedly entered the room.

"Bella, how's Mikola." asked Mama anxiously.

"He's sleeping, Ma. Here's the milk." I gave Davina a bottle of milk.

"Geez, where's your mama going? You're alone here Kasian, once." Mama rubbed Mikola's hair.

"You're with Mama?." I turned to Davina.

"Yes, Mama was at the boutique with me. Glen called Mama and asked about Clara. We don't know, Mama from noon with me. Then we came straight here after knowing Mikola was alone" he said.

Davina looked at the slumbering Mikola with a pitying face

I nodded, "Well, I'm going home. Because Edward's at home with Ricardo. I don't feel good leaving her for long." I cleaned my bag.

"Oh yes, Ma. Sorry, please prepare a standby nurse next time by Mikola's side. Don't let this happen again." I told Mama.

"Yes Bell, thank you for coming and looking after Mikola" said Mama.

I went to the hospital cafeteria, and Edward happened to love the bread from the canteen. Maybe because early pregnancy often eat bread here. Until yesterday I bought only two for him he cried again.

Indeed, my son's puffed up, ate it greedily and the milk was very strong.

"Thank you." I said to the cashier.

I'm out of the parking lot. Something is disturbing the vision.

The man who had hit me and whose scent was on Mikola was at the end of the hospital basement.

Talking to someone, even if they are not heard. But you can be sure they are fighting. The look on his face and the movement of his hands clearly showed his emotions.

Who is he talking to? Instantly my detective soul appears.

I wonder why he dared to hold Mikola for what reason. And why did he say wrong to enter even after he carried her. Then his face that was filled with wet and puddles of water in his eyes.

I approached slowly naturally. The direction is the same if we want to go to the parking lot.

"Clara, enough!." snapped the man.

I almost took off the bag of bread in my hand because I was shocked to hear her say the name "Clara".

My heart is dag dig dug. Is that really Clara?

I sat on a bench in the basement.

My legs are a little limp, but my detective soul hasn't gone away.

The awkwardness in Clara's facial features during Mikola's illness, her attitude of caring for Mikola until just now the man entered without any of himself inside made me even more curious.

"Clara, she's my son. Let me take him. He'll heal if I take him. I know how to treat it, Clara. Please let him go with me for the sake of life." - The man. I obviously heard their conversation. Because I'm next to them.

Even though "Clara"'s face is invisible.

"Enough, I told you. He is mine and you have no right to admit it. Yes, even if he's your son, but I don't care if he's healthy or sick. What matters is that he lives. Fredy.. Now you're back to your place." he said.

Oh, my God, that was so cruel. She's a woman, a mother for sure. Because they're fighting over a child.

"You're selfish, Clara. You don't deserve to be a mother!." she snapped.

"I never wanted to be a mother, I just wanted to have everything that was supposed to be mine, understand." she replied.

I swallowed the saliva violently. I exhaled my breath violently.

"You're greedy, Clara. Everything you want is not yours. I can give you what I have, all. But you're just obsessed with Lincoln Abraham's mistress title. That's not how Mrs Clara Lincoln is." The words were full of insinuations and teasing.

"Can't Mr. Lincoln give you a son! Resolve once to have to find a donation ****** from another man. Trash!." he said.

PRAK ..

"Enough! Don't be proud of you Fredy. It's just a coincidence that yours grew in my womb. Besides, you don't know, anyone who sleeps with me. I don't want that little treasure of yours. Go you!."

This time I was really shaking so I couldn't move. My legs and my whole body were limp from hearing this reality. Those who do, why do I feel shame. Can't they talk that way about a child's life. I was afraid that someone else would hear them, I glanced around me. A lot of people pass by. But I'm grateful that they all don't care about the two of them at the end of the basement.

I got up and ran back to Mikola's room. I held my tears all the way. Until I managed to hug her tiny body. I hugged the body of this innocent baby. Who had to live as his mother's mask and even be separated from his father.

I shed tears, thinking back to when she called dad-dy in front of me. Probably right, that guy was his Daddy and they were together.

"Bella´s. What's up, son?" Mama Syarina rubbed my shoulder. I shook my head.

I returned Mikola to the hand of Davina who was still shocked because I had taken her.

"I'm fine, Ma. I only remembered Mikola when "I glanced at the bag of bread at my feet. "When I bought bread for Edward." I wiped my tears.

"Be healthy fast, son. Let's play with Edward's brother." wipe his head.

"I'm saying goodbye, Ma. Dav. Dah baby, Mikola's aunt." I left the room for the second time. I glanced at the faces of Mama and Davina who looked shocked and curious. But I don't want to explain anything.