SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
A RELAXING DAY ???

After a few months the tension disappeared. Clara has given birth, even her son is three months old. Every now and then he comes to his senses and makes the family have hope of his recovery.

A beautiful little baby named Asera Clara Abraham has grown up without the affection of her mother. Poor little baby, may your mother recover soon, son. My mind when seeing the adorable photo of Asera in the pair in Reza's story with the caption "My princesses & ''move"

I was thinking, it's been a while since Clara first realized. My family and I have not been there to see him. Because the baby was brought home to Mension Abraham, so there was only Clara in the hospital who was still lying.

"Mas.how do I think of Clara, yes. You have no time, tomorrow we go to the hospital yuk.." take me to lean on my husband's shoulder.

"Hum. Ask the kids what we are, baby.." buy it.

"Hum. how good, yeah.."

"If you think, take it. All of you later go home we can play to Timezone for a while. How's it?"

"Byeah, Mas. Take the kids out to eat."

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"Mommy, are we going to the hospital? What happened to Aunt Clara?." Edward was a little surprised to hear the plan I had.

"There's nothing, baby. Insha Allah Aunty will soon recover. Mommy and Daddy want to visit for a while, after that we play to Timezone, will you??" persuade me.

Her face was sumringah, but it quickly returned to its cold mode.

"Oh, okay. I also have to accompany Vienna. I'll come along." said his snob.

Amused I saw the expression on the face of this bachelor child. He was six years old, his brother was two. But he always acts like an adult in front of us.

"Alright, you're a good brother. So.. gotta keep your sister playing well, yeah." My kiss landed on her forehead.

"Of course, Vienna is my favorite" he said proudly.

Today my heart was not calm, for some reason it seemed that Clara was lying in a hospital bed. It's been three months, I hope this anxiety is just my longing.

I did not tell Abraham's family, because Mas Gaga said we only visited Clara not to meet them. So do not bother them to come to the hospital.

After I finished preparing Vienna, I peeked at Edward's preparations. He who is self-processed in dress, is busy staring at his closet

There are only his behavior, such a small child has bothered to choose clothes.

"Somest, duh... What's Edward doing?" my God stepped into his room with Vienna in my sling.

"Hum... It's Mom, I'm confused about what shirt to wear?." scratching my head.

"Oh.. Can Mommy help you choose, baby?." I approached her.

"According to Mommy, Mommy's son is handsome. So any wear will look beautiful, kok." my god by taking a navy t-shirt and shorts for him.

"Of course, Mom. But I have to adjust the place" he said.

I should be amazed at his personality, or even sympathy. Kids his age think about appearance. When I was her age, I didn't worry about what I was wearing. Maybe I wear a shirt or tear.

But somehow, he is used to being in a society that is different from me. The world is getting more advanced, of course, lifestyle changes.

"This is it, baby. We're gonna go play, so it's okay to wear a t-shirt." I suggested a little seduce.

"Hum, okay Mom. I'm just wearing this." she grabbed the t-shirt I gave her. "thanks, Mom." headed for the bathroom.

"Darling.." cried Mas Gaga from downstairs.

"Yes, Mas. Wait." I rushed to close Edward's wardrobe.

I sat down with Edward in the bathroom. "Honey, Mommy wait downstairs, yeah. When it's done come down."

"Yes, Mom."

"What's up, Mom? kok fidget that.." I asked, see Mas Gaga pacing back and forth.

"It's Loch baby, I've been told. Clara's conscious, and she wants to see you" she said, showing her phone.

"Who told you, Mom?."

"Doctor."

"Doctor?. Why tumben, not Reza or any of Abraham's other families." I was a little surprised.

"Yes, that's why, baby. Mas was also shocked, said Clara who asked the doctor to call, Mas. Asking us to go there immediately" he said.

"Hum.yeah hopefully nothing worrying. Wait for Edward to put on his clothes, it'll be over soon." I said. "Mas told you, Reza?".

"Maybe, of course, the doctor also informed the family of the patient dong, dear. It's rare for Clara to be sober" he said casually.

"Yes, too." I nodded.

Edward soon got out of his room. We're going to the hospital. I don't know why my heart isn't calm, was was.

*****

Doctor's ward.

"Jiang, Mommy..." The doctor is different than the one I used to meet. Maybe alternately.

"Me, Bella. And this is my husband Aldiraga." I introduced myself.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry Mom and Dad. I'm the doctor in this room. I called you at the request of the patient. Please comein.."

We entered that four x four room.

"Yes, Doc. What's the matter, huh?." I asked.

"Hum... here's Mom. I'm sorry to explain while walking."

We're heading to Clara's nursery. Yes indeed Clara has a special room for doctors and her nursery. Because he's a priority patient here. He's been in this hospital for about a year.

"Please, Doc." replied Mas Gaga grabbing Vienna in my arms.

"Mother Clara, there's been a good response. But it happened just for a moment. We as medical personnel are confused what to conclude. He was conscious, like most patients. Asking for a tool in his body on the loose, we pay attention to his condition. His body's response is better, can swallow drinking water. I can even speak well after drinking. So he could talk and ask me to call you" said the doctor who looked young and handsome.

"Has the family been notified, Doc?." I asked.

"Any change in a patient, we always inform his family, ma'am. But just before we called his family, he asked me to tell my father and mother first."

I nodded and was a little confused. What does Clara mean, why should we know it first?.

"Other patients also request stationery. We noticed the movement of his hand, it was a little stiff but seeing that he could already write it was a good process." explained the Doctor with enthusiasm.

"Yes right" I nodded.

"So broadly speaking, Clara's condition has how many percent can be recovered, Doc?" asked Mas Gaga.

"About 70 percent, sir. Judging from the sound, hand movements even facial expressions. Our prediction is that if it continues to develop, soon the patient will recover by itself." The doctor explained with a face full of excitement.

I'm glad to hear it. I hope it really happened.

"The patient's family is also on its way here, please sir, ma'am.." The doctor opened Clara's room door.

I looked at Clara who was leaning on her bed, naturally adorned with a smile looking at my face fixedly.