The Wife Pay
She's my daughter
The next day, Dave and Alana return to the hospital intending to hear Jonas' explanation of the complexity of his life. While Ratmi's mother still often rampaged.
For a while, Gala was together with Silvi. Luckily, his best friend was quick to help keep his son. Actually Dave could have asked the waiter, but because Gala didn't know him, of course, he thought it was not a good choice.
The two walked down the hospital corridor in a fit of anxiety. There was fear and anxiety tucked into his chest. Dave kept holding his wife's hand.
“Dave, I'm afraid if—”
“Calm down, all will be well, Alana.”
Alana shook her head, how could she cover her heart. While since yesterday he had been thinking about this, feeling afraid that what he was afraid of was real. Then, how could the husband be that calm in his thoughts.
They arrived in front of Jonas' room. When Dave opened the door, the two people who were there immediately stared at him.
“Already, Ma. I'm full,” Jonas refused when his wife again stretched out her food.
“Alright!” Gizka put the rest of her food on the nightstand, then took the mineral water, helping her husband to gently raise it.
Alana and Dave walked over to Jonas' bed. “Pa, can—”
Jona turned to look at his wife. “Can leave us three, Ma.”
Gizka. “Sure!”
After the death of Gizka the room is now becoming gripping. Alana kept her head down squeezing her cold hands together. While Jonas' gaze continued to point at the two, his eyes glazed over as if implying a deep regret and longing.
Dave took his wife to sit on Jonas' bedside chair. “Pa, that one yesterday, that Papa told me, is that true? I'm not—”
“Iya right! You're not my son, Dave. Except for her son Mother Ratmi and Arman—her husband.”
The deg!
They both nodded. “So, Alana and I were sau—”
“Not!” sela Jonas later. The middle-aged man stared at Alana. “She's my daughter,” she continued.
Alana was staring at the man in front of her right now. His mouth was open there were many things he wanted to ask, in the rest of his disbelief. Jonas started crying. “Alana... My poor daughter. Her birth was not at all wanted by our family, including her own biological mother.”
Alana's breath felt choked, in the rest of her shock, Jonas' sentence about the real fact hit her chest again. ”What happened?” ask Alana lirih. Either he should be happy to hear this reality or sad. He was relieved to hear that he and his husband were not brothers, but he felt sad to hear that the mother did not want him. Is that bad of him. Why do so many people not want her presence?
Jonas begins to tell the story of his past.
International Hospital, Jakarta
“Congratulations Mr, Madam. Your child was born safely with a female gender,” explained the Doctor.
“No!!” the scream echoed. Not from Jonas' lips but from Erlin's. The woman who just gave birth.
“Call baby. It's okay, men and women are the same.”
“But, not for our family, Mas. What I'm gonna tell Papa. I told you my son was a boy. All his inheritance was given to us. If Papa finds out our daughter is a girl, we'll be poor. I don't want to!”
“We can have another child later?” Jonas is still trying to calm his wife.
Erlin shakes. “That's impossible, Mas. You know ten years I'm looking forward to this pregnancy.”
Jonas looked at the face of his daughter who was crying loudly in the sling's arms. The baby was still even red, still not understanding anything about this world.
“Please search anything, Mas. So that Papa can still give us that legacy. I don't care any way. Either you have to swap our baby, or how.”
Jonas heard it. “Erlin. Do you realize what you're saying? She's our daughter, our flesh and blood. How—”
“There's no other way, Mas. Papa will come tomorrow.”
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Okay hold on..
Next there is still a connection.. But I was bobo first.
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This is the last conflict. I feel sorry for them. Being alone is hard.
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