Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
112. Not Fuck

"Papa is devastated by your departure. He's your papa, Mar. He took care of you, raised you, and sacrificed his life just for you. Papa's anger just wants to educate you. He loves you, he loves you, Mar." Aldan's voice choked, almost like a whisper. "You will never understand before you take a position like papa, where he is old and has children. Heavy, Akhmar."

Silent.

Only the sound of Aldan's breathing roared loudly.

"If this were your last breath, would you still not apologize to me?"

"Mas, don't say that! Papa will still survive." Akhmar's heart was stung to hear of death.

For almost half an hour they waited and enjoyed the frustration. 

A glance was directed towards the open door. The doctor poked out.

"Dok, how's my papa?" aldan asked in a trembling voice.

"Critical condition. occurs narrowing of blood vessels in the heart area. We will deal with it immediately. Pray for the best." The doctor requested that the patient be transferred to the operating room.

Before long the sisters pushed the bed on which Adam's body was limp and unconscious.

Akhmar and Aldan followed the bed until it stopped in front of the operating room.

They waited for a few hours.

Anxiety and restlessness stir the heart. Uncertain anxiety.

At exactly three in the morning, the doctor said that the operation had gone according to the procedure. 

Akhmar entered the ward where Adam was treated. It had been a few hours that Adam had entered the ward, and only Aldan was waiting there. Akhmar has been waiting outside.  He mustered up the courage to enter the room.

In an oblong position on the bed, Adam was closed.

Akhmar stepped closer to the bed. His heart went numb looking at his pale papa face. Adam's eyes finally opened.

Aldan rushed to Adam and said a line of hamdallah. His eyes were glazed.

It was then that the eyes of Adam and Akhmar met.

Akhmar's heart was stung to feel the gaze of Adam's eyes that felt piercing to the heart.

Slowly, Akhmar's hand reached out and took Adam's hand. He nodded, kissing the hand. 

Not only was Akhmar's heart beaten when he saw his father as if he was about to be snatched away by death, but his mind was also torn apart.

"Father!" Akhmar kissed Papa's face nonstop.  “This is your bastard son, who just realized how great a papa is.  And the new one apologizes after it's too late.”

Akhmar's voice was more like a whisper and hoarse.

A few seconds Adam was silent, letting Akhmar dissolve in regret while smirking his forehead.

"Akhmar!" Adam's voice finally shot out as well. "You're not late. You're not a bastard." Adam choked. He raised one hand and held the head of Akhmar. 

Akhmar closed his eyes while kissing the back of his papa's hand. He still has a chance to apologize. 

"Come here! Close to papa!" Adam looked at Akhmar who was lowered near the back of his hand.

The one who was stared straighten his back and brought his face closer to the face of the papa.

Adam raised both his hands despite the difficulties because one of them was plastered with an infusion. He hugged Akhmar's body tightly and cried as he pleased.

"You're not a bastard. You're my son!" Adam's cry really broke.

Aldan rubbed the liquid that had since melted from the corner of his eyes watched the scene. The words of Hamdallah continued to flow in his heart.

***

Seriate