
Yola got out of the taxi and ran into the hospital. His face looked very worried and pale. Adam told her that his son was sick. Mario is in hospital.
'Nara.' Inner Yola saw Nara with her new husband. He wanted to say hello, but because he saw Adam, Yola chose to peek over the wall.
'Wow.. It looks like it's interesting!' Yola cheered happily. Adam met his ex-wife, who was pregnant. Nara was pregnant, her stomach was also enlarged.
Yola eavesdropped on their conversation. She smiled when Nara's husband said Adam was barren. And also told about Nara's pregnancy. Then that makes Adam overheated until his face was red, especially if it turns out his ex-wife was pregnant with twins. Not just one, Nara gets a double.
'I must take advantage of this situation!'
Yola turned around, she didn't want them to see her. Yola leaves soon, she has to see her son.
"Mario..." Yola said as she entered the patient room and saw the little boy playing with longing cars.
"Izin same Bang Adam first." Longs to hold Yola close to her bangs. He was afraid that Yola would bring Mario, and his brother would scold him. Because I can't take care of that boy.
"Where would I know my son here, if it wasn't Adam telling me." Yola glared at the girl. Dare to forbid him to hold his son.
The miss shifted and let Yola hold her bangs. Yola couldn't have brought the boy, he'd be here too. If Yola takes him, he can scream. Adam is still in the hospital.
"Mama's Son... Have you eaten, son ?" Tanya Yola held onto Mario's rather thin hand. Last saw his son was very puffed up.
"Mario just ate." Answer Miss tells.
Yola nodded and hugged her son again with affection. "When has he had diarrhea?"
"3 days."
Yola breathed. Adam took too long to check on his son. It should be so diarrhea, immediately taken to the hospital.
"Mario don't get sick anymore, son. Mama is so sad." Yola looked at her son's pale face.
"Ma-ma." The little boy called out to him, making Yola's tears fall. That one word made Yola's feelings tremble violently.
"It just so happens you're here. I want to talk to you." Adam pulled Yola's hand. "Just Mario for a minute."
Miss just nodded, though confused to see the face of Adam who was so creepy.
Adam takes Yola to the hospital garden. The man threw out Yola's hand violently.
'Adam sia-lan!!!' Maki Yola held onto her flushed hand due to the man's treatment. Adam was rude to be a man.
"My answer is honest. Mario is whose son?" Ask Adam without saying anything. He looked hard at the woman.
Yola smiled thinly. Adam must have doubted the boy.
"Say Yola!!! Mario whose son?" Ask Adam with a high voice.
"It seems I told you once. Why are you still asking?!" Yola sneered at the man.
"Yola... Say!!!" Forced Adam to be impatient.
"All right, I'll go back... That Mario wasn't your son." Spell Yola full of emphasis.
"You!!!" Adam's hands floated about to slap the woman, but Yola quickly knocked her down.
"Why do you always play with your hands? you trash man!" Maki Yola is not happy. It's a woman, Adam could be so. Oh. It's not that easy. She is not a weak woman who is easily oppressed.
Adam breathed his breath in annoyance. "Say Mario whose son?"
"My son with another man. He's not your son." Firmly Yola with confidence.
"Yola!!!" Adam Shouted.
"Mario is not your son! It just so happened that he didn't want to take responsibility, and you came. So I thought of just using you." Yola said casually. Looking at Adam's sharp gaze that seemed to kill.
Adam hastened away. Yola was a little confused seeing that. The woman followed Adam who was walking with a face full of anger.
"Where is Mario going?" Missing asked confused, Adam came to raise the boy.
"You go home." Pinta Adam to his sister.
"Adam... Where are you taking Mario? he's still sick." Yola reminded the boy in Adam's arms.
Adam said nothing. Keep walking and Mario to see the doctor.
"Doctor, please do a DNA test."
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Adam takes Mario back to the room, after a check-up. The man took a long breath. The test results will come out in the next few days.
The man was very impatient to know the result. Is Mario really his son or not?
Adam's feelings did not understand, when he saw the little boy who was eating being fed Yola. If Mario was his son, he would be happy. But, if it's not. How will he treat the other person's child?
Adam did not understand himself. He believes Mario is his son. But the doubts began to come. Remembering Nara who turned out not barren.
Mario, is probably Yola's son from another man. Because maybe the one who has been barren all this time is himself.
Adam saw Yola. Remember when they were first acquainted. The woman wants to be in a relationship with him, despite knowing he is a married man.
In fact, Yola wants to live three lives. Ready to be his second wife.
Adam's mind began to realize one thing. Which woman is willing to be combined. Despite his status here Yola is the actor. But, whose name is a woman definitely does not want to share with other women, right?!
And Yola, the woman accepted it sincerely. He accepted it because there was something hidden.
Adam massaged his temple. He doubted Mario.
"Yola... Tell me, Mario whose son?" And again Adam made sure. He's still very curious. His soul was not calm and kept wondering.
"I said it clearly." Answer Yola while cleaning Mario's mouth after eating.
"Tell the truth. While I'm still talking good." Adam calmed the already explosive emotions.
"I'm sorry to you. Mario, it's not your son. I feel sorry if he didn't have a father when he was born. And I'm warming-up"
"Yola!!!" Adam's snapping made Mario cry out at the scream.
"You are a deceitful woman!!!" Adam approached Yola, and pulled the neck of the woman's shirt.
"I deceived you."
Adam slams Yola's body to the floor.
"I don't want to take care of other people's children! You guys don't ever show up in front of me again!!!" After saying that Adam came out of the patient's room.
Slowly, Yola got up. Her ex-husband was very rude.
"Mario, baby. Mama's gonna raise you, son. We'll get back together.." Yola hugged the crying boy.
Yola smiled with satisfaction. He got his son back.
'Adam's base was stupid. You don't deserve to be a father. Not even your instincts as a father exist.'
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