The Unacknowledged Seed
Comparing Samuel and Byantara

In a room with a distinctive smell and dominated by white paint. Mishel was lying on top of the bracage that was available there. There has been Bu Fira who has been waiting anxiously and regretfully. Blaming himself was the cause of his daughter to become what she is today. He should have refused when the princess asked him to sell today. But when he saw the spirit on Mishel's face who did not melt. How could Bu Fira have the heart to break his daughter's spirit in looking for money that can only be done on weekends.

"I'm sorry, son, you must be exhausted." Bu Fira had not moved from beside her daughter, continuing to hold Mishel's hand never once to let go.

Marco, who had taken Mishel to the hospital, was seeing the doctor who had examined her.

"Are you her husband?" ask doctor.

Marco did not answer immediately but seeing him who had taken Mishel, everyone would have thought the same thing.

"Ah yes, how is it? Nothing worries, doc?" tanyakanya.

"The patient is currently just exhausted and his blood pressure is very low. Her stomach was also a little cramped when I examined her. If it continues like this maybe she will soon experience the opening and soon give birth. Luckily, she chose a husband who is as quick as you. Oh yes I'm asking you to pay more attention to it."

"Ba—baik Doc," Marco replied awkwardly.

After seeing the doctor, Marco returned to Mishel's room to see how he was doing. At the door he seemed hesitant to enter, nor did he know what to ask when the woman might have regained consciousness. But he was also curious to see how he was doing. Later on he thought of the reason, he would enter now.

Right along with that, Mishel had also just opened her eyes. Surprised at the sight of where he was at this moment and his worried-looking mother was beside him. The last time he remembered his head was dizzy then his gaze blurred and did not remember anything afterwards.

"Son, are you conscious?" Bu Fira was so relieved that the princess finally woke up as well.

"So you fainted son, don't you remember? You should have told me if you were tired, why you kept quiet. What if something happens to you and your baby, I won't forgive myself if it happens." Ms. Fira nagged with tears. He was very worried really, could not bear to see his daughter when she fainted earlier.

"I'm fine Mom, I'm just exhausted. Now I'm fine."

"You're it! I'm so worried about you, do you know that?"

",I know Mom, I'm sorry I made you anxious." Mishel hugged her mother, she was so happy when anyone cared for her like a mother. Only her mother could do this.

"Other times don't want to do what you want anymore. You have to rest at home, you have to gather energy for labor later. You understand?!" the Persematan Bu Fira.

"Yes ma'am, I'll listen to mother's advice. Don't be angry anymore huh," asked Mishel. "I just want to take advantage of the opportunity Mom, only on weekends can we earn money. I want to raise a lot of money so that we don't bother the family mamah Ayu. They've been very good, I don't want to be a burden to them forever" Mishel continued. Although he knew what they were doing was for the sake of his granddaughter but Mishel felt unworthy of all that.

"Mom understands son, you don't have to think about it. After our old house sells, mom will soon find a place to stay for us. Even though they're very nice to you, I understand how you feel, son. We'll try together."

"Thank you Ma. Thank you for always being there for me."

Without them knowing if Marco had elicited their conversation. He who had just entered was speechless in front of the door that they could not see. Slowly he came out of there not wanting to make them feel awkward if he suddenly saw her inside there.

"Maybe he's different" Marco murmured.