So the Prisoner of Galak Thugs
84. Small and Sweet

Tanjung just walked quietly into her quiet apartment building. It is deliberately Tanjung asked to reduce activity in this place, for the discretion of all staff who served above.

Tanjung's gaze blankly looked at the digital figures showing the floor of her apartment. Stop there, then slowly the door opens.

Tanjung Baru's step stopped when it arrived at the doorstep.

"Suri's with your son again rest, boss." That's what Ikram said, as if understanding the mind of Tanjung.

Or rather understand that Tanjung hesitated to meet Suri.

The words gave Tanjung the confidence to open the door, go inside. Suri was lying down with an infusion hose in her hand, while right next to the bed was a cot with someone who Tanjung named Rana.

Tanjung does not know what a good female name looks like, but the word Rana sounds comfortable in her ears.

Approached the cot slowly, extending his hand inward, touching the baby's face.

So tiny. Tiny and sweet.

Does he look like a cape? Or does he look like Suri? Tanjung doesn't know because this baby's face is pouting. How do I look similar?

Long Tanjung saw it, suddenly the boy was crying.

Cape jerked. Directly pulled his hand, afraid if he unwittingly hurt. He was very small and looked like he could crumble.

"The mirror!"

Panic cape. She cried. Don't tell me he's in pain? He injured?

"The mirror!"

The one who woke up was Suri, jumping to take the baby into her arms.

Ikram also thrashed in, shocked because Tanjung shouted loudly.

"Yes, Boss?"

"Where's doctor? I told standby here why isn't there?"

"Itu—"

"Send them back. I don't want to know."

"Shh." Suri hinted they were silent. Want to suckle her until Ikram directly out, because Tanjung will definitely pull out her eyeballs if she sees.

"He sick?" tanya Tanjung was confused. "Why is there no doctor? Why are you alone? I told them to stay here for nemenin. Why even—"

"Shh." Suri smiled. "Little child is crying. Not sick."

But he looks so small, so weak, so useless, and helpless, can't do anything, can get hurt at any time, and maybe the mosquito is stronger than he is.

What if he is sick? What if he gets hurt?

"Here hold."

Tanjung pulled her hand hard. "Don't."

Which even made Suri laugh a little. "here, Papa. Hold the kid."

"No." Tanjung shook her head in horror. "My hands are rough. Don't." Don't."

"So she's crying not getting affection, you're responsible, yeah."

"There you are."

"Not complete." Suri kept pressing. "Said psychologist, newborn child until the age of five years must be filled with all love language, including physical touch. If he doesn't feel loved. Wanna?"

"Later he's hurt." Keukeu tanjung. "Lo it's just."

"So slow down, Papa."

Papa's.

Tanjung never thought the call was special before she saw this boy. Suddenly Tanjung imagined if later he would crawl, or walk, or run, then say something like 'Papa' on the Cape.

The cape suddenly did not breathe. His chest was hot and pounding abnormally. Whatisthis? What strange feeling did he not understand?

"Corn." Suri asked again, while still breastfeeding the child. "Hold slightly. His cheeks."

The tip of the Tanjung fingers is shaking. He still felt he did not touch this child, because later he was injured. Tanjung means, she is so small and weak that it feels like the blunt fingernail tip will be as sharp as a knife in her skin.

What if he's really hurt?

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