
"Fan Mama is sure Naila is not your son. From his blood type we can already conclude" said the Holy.
Refan stared quietly at the hospital floor. Naila stopped crying.
"Ren could ask for Naila's milk" Kinan said.
"Can't" Reni replied.
Reni immediately made Naila's milk in a milk bottle and then gave it to Kinan. Kinan immediately gave it to Naila. Naila immediately sucked it.
"So Mama ordered a DNA test so Talita couldn't say anymore. Because if only from your blood type, you are sure she will not accept that Naila is not your child" continued Suci.
Refan was still silent, his soul was completely shaken by the incident.
"And you have to control Naila's DNA. Mama was afraid Talita would do something about the results of her examination. You didn't see that she couldn't accept that Naila wasn't your son. He also insisted that if Naila is not your child it means Naila is also not Renita's child. Cih...he does not know the possibility of Renita cheating is great because he used to go out of town as often as the Boss" said Suci.
"Mama.
Saints instantly fell silent, it seemed that Refan was offended.
"Mama... Mama please leave this hospital. Let me and Kinan take care of Naila" Refan's pinta was weak.
Saints looked at Kinan's face. Kinan nodded his head gesturing for Saints to let the two of them take care of Naila. Kinan believes that at this time Refan must be very shocked to find out the reality of his daughter who does not seem to be his biological child.
"Yes already then Mama just go home" said Suci annoyed.
"Mom sorry.I really need some time to accept all of this. Please Mama understand how I feel right now" Refan said.
Suci and Reni bid farewell to Kinan and Refan. They also softly kissed Naila's cheeks which had started to get sleepy in Kinan's sling.
"Yes, yes, Assalamu'alaikum" said Suci.
"Sister, our sister Kinan is home" Reni said.
"Yes Ren heart - heart yes" replied Kinan.
Suci and Reni immediately left Naila's inpatient room. Refan looked to be leaning on the sofa. His eyes were closed, but Kinan was very sure he was not asleep.
Naila slowly - the land began to fall asleep, and Kinan placed it back on the bed. After Naila had slept soundly Kinan approached Refan.
Kinan sat down right beside Refan and grabbed onto the ladder of Refan then grasped it.
"Maaaas" call Kinan.
Refan opened his eyes and looked towards Kinan.
"Mas please promise me" Kinan said.
"What promise Nan?" ask Refan slowly.
"Do you really love him?" ask a gentle Refan.
Kinan nodded his head.
"Yes, from the first sight, I loved him. I don't care who the kid is. I will remain her Mother" Kinan replied.
Refan returned Kinan's hand. This woman is indeed of noble heart. He really loved Naila sincerely no matter who Naila's parents were. But can I be like him? Loving Naila sincerely while on one side of my heart ached. If Naila wasn't my son, that means Renita betrayed me. And every time I see Naila's face can I forget all the things Renita did that lied to me.
Refan suddenly remembered his dream a few days ago.
"And is this the meaning of my dream a few days ago?" ask Refan.
"Which dream is it?" ask Kinan curiously.
"The dream I told you about when we took a nap. In the dream I met Renita in a beautiful garden. Renita was wearing all-white clothes sitting in the garden crying. I went to him and he apologized to me. What does his apology mean? Does he want to apologize because Naila is not my son. Oh yes Tuhaaaaan... I'm getting sure of it" Refan ruffled his own hair and pulled.
"Maaaas don't draw conclusions too quickly" Kinan warned.
"After that he said take my son. Why did he say leave his son, not our son? Does that mean Naila's her son but not my son?" Refan is increasingly frustrated to realize what his dream means.
Kinan again clasped Refan's hand trying to win Refan.
"How long has Renita been lying to me all this time? At the beginning of the marriage I wanted us to have children but she refused. He took the Pill because he still wanted a career and was not ready to be bothered by children. I just take it. Up to two years of our marriage I started to fret because my family always asked me about children especially when the family often compared your marriage to my marriage. Right now I hear from my family that you are married and pregnant with Salman" Refan said.
Oh, it turns out that was the case, Mas? ask Kinan inwardly.
"Finally Renita wanted to stop taking her birth control pills but a year after that the results remained the same. She's not pregnant. Eventually he and I decided to see our gynecologist. The result is normal, healthy and fertile. Only Renita is a little disturbed maybe because of the influence of the Pill that she drank has been up to several years" said Refan.
Kinan was still listening to her quietly while still holding onto Refan's hand to give strength and vigor to Refan.
"Up to one year later right at the age of our marriage four years Renita was pregnant. I am so happy that our struggle finally came to fruition. Renita got pregnant dropped accusations by people that she was barren and unwell. I think everything is fine and going as it should. But.. oh God what have you done Renita. For years I dreamed of having children, you also know how happy I was when I found out that you were pregnant. We lived it happily for nine months you were pregnant" Refan's eyes began to get wet and he involuntarily cried.
"Maaaaas. You must be strong, you must not be weak. Not necessarily what happened. Don't be so bad to think. The results have not come out, before everything is clear. Mas must not think badly of the late Renita. She is, after all, Mas's wife. The woman that Mas loved so much for so many years" Kinan said.
"But my heart says like that Nan. My feelings rejected him and told me it was the way it was. Is... am I wrong in this case so Renita does it to others? Because of my insistence on having children and she's not getting pregnant so she's doing it with someone else?" ask Refan.
Refan's eyes bulged at the thought of a new possibility happening. It was so in his mind that it spontaneously came out of his mouth.
"Yes Tuhaaaan..... "
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