
The door of Dhea's office was knocked by someone.
"Yes, come in."
"Miss, you're looking for you."
"Send in."
"Good, Miss. Please, Sir."
An old man came into Dhea's office.
"Can I help you, sir?"
Dhea looked at the man. The guy looks shabby. His chin was slightly frayed with a thin whisker.
"Are you really called Dhea?"
"really. What's up, sir?"
"Look. Almost twenty-five years ago, my sister-in-law had a baby girl."
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Hearing that alone, Dhea's feelings were instantly out of whack. He wondered what this man would say. What he expected, or not.
"Look, at that time, my sister-in-law was having a problem. At that moment, my sister-in-law was pregnant. At that time his mind was in a dead end, so it was not conscious of what he was doing ...."
The man was silent for a moment.
"Then?"
"I've been seeing the mother of the orphanage, a while back in the orphanage. And it turns out that when I got back there, people told me he was in the hospital."
"really. My mother is sick."
"I would like to say that my sister-in-law is very ill and wants to see her son, as soon as possible."
"But, sorry in advance, I don't know which child you mean. In addition, the condition of the mother is also not possible to talk about this problem. The doctor told him not to think too much or be too stressed. So ...."
"The girl is you!"
"The boy is you. My sister-in-law gave this to me as proof." The man gave an old photo, a baby girl wrapped in a shabby blanket.
"She said, on the soles of the baby's feet there is a birthmark, also on the neck. But the one with the neck is smaller."
Dhea bit her inner lips. Eyes glazed. The birthmark that was said to be, was indeed on him.
But Dhea herself did not know what to say.
She's confused. He wanted to believe, but his heart hesitated. He wanted to deny it, but his brain refused.
"Look, how about also talk again later, when the condition of the mother's condition has improved."
"alright. Oh, this is my phone number. I just want to say, if the condition of your biological mother is really not good at this time. Don't let you regret it later. Indeed, what he did first, was not a good thing. But what he did first, there's a reason. I hope you'll give your mother a chance, even if it's hard to forgive."
Dhea can only sting. As soon as the man came out, Dhea took out a small paper inscribed with the man's mobile number.
Dhea then went to the hospital. If he works, he will not concentrate. Dhea's legs and hands were even trembling. He ordered a taxi online. Maybe later he came to the hospital not as a visitor, but as a patient again!
Dhea leaned her body on the back of the chair. His mind is divided, between the health of the mother of the home, as well as to his biological mother, who he said is also not okay.
Should Dhea be happy, or not? With this news. Unexpected news, if—finally—ads is also someone who came looking for him as his family.
He said his mother was still alive, even though she was not well. But why didn't the man mention his father?
What problems happened in the past, until his mother threw him away?
Is he really a bastard?
The child of an illicit relationship?
Child of a forbidden relationship of a teenage boy?
Villain boy?
A whore?
Dhea rubbed her hands.
I ... afraid to hear the real reason!