Twin Baby Mr AL
Meet Alessandro

"Miss, better hurry! We are afraid that your child's condition will get worse." continued the doctor when he saw me speechless,

"Okay, Doctor!"

Without a second thought, I ran towards the front yard of the Hospital. I was looking for a ride and finally I found a motorcycle taxi driver who was riding on the side of the road next to the hospital.

I asked one of the taxi drivers to take me to Mr. Alessandro's house. Who does not know Mr. Alessandro, the Super Model. Just say his name, the motorcycle taxi driver also knows the way to the house of Mr. Alessandro.

I forget my shame and hate for Mr. Alessandro. The most important thing now is my Fariz's safety. The healing of my baby boy.

Until I finally arrived in front of Mr. Alessandro's house. I asked the taxi driver to wait for me because I was going back to the hospital with him anyway.

I looked at the house, I recalled the beautiful and embarrassing memories that happened here.

I knocked on the door while shouting Mr. Alessandro's name. I wish that man would come out and see me. But many times I called and knocked on the door, there was no answer even from inside the house.

Suddenly a middle-aged woman approached me. Maybe he's Mr. Alessandro's new servant.

"Sorry Miss, Mr. Alessandro is not at home. He's got a photo shoot today." he said,

Uh! I felt like I wanted to scream when I heard the middle-aged woman's words. But I must not despair for granted, I must remain eager for Fariz's recovery.

I asked the Ojeker to take me back to the Studio, where I worked first. I pray that I find Mr. Alessandro there.

Along the way, my mouth is not constantly muttering. Let the Ojeker call me what, I don't care.

I feel like this is the longest journey in the history of my life. Because the journey taken in five minutes feels to be an hour for me.

Not to mention the congestion that occurred on the road we passed. Because traffic is currently crowded with vehicles that go back and forth.

I could not feel my tears dripping back, considering the state of my son who was lying weakly in the Hospital. I want to run through this jam to get to that studio faster.

After a while, I finally set foot back in the Shooting Studio, where I used to work.

"Sir, wait a minute!" say me to the Ojek carpenter,

"Yes, mom!"

Luckily, the Ojek Buyer can be invited to compromise. Then I immediately ran into the studio. But baby, the security guards didn't let me in.

"Where are you going, Ma'am?" ask security

"I'd like to see Mr. Alessandro!" I said panic,

How not to panic, I've been leaving Fariz alone for a long time in the hospital. And now those security guys are slowing down my business.

"Have you made a promise to Mr Alessandro?!"

Oh Jesus! While my son's life was at an end, they were still questioning, have I made a promise with that man?!

I didn't answer their questions, I ran very fast. They chased me like I was a thief. Screaming ordered me to stop. Shout as much as you guys, I don't care.

Here I am as a mother! Who fought for my son's life.

I took the elevator to the top floor where Mr. Aley's room was. When I got there, I ran back to the room.

When I entered the room, all eyes were on me. I saw Mami Angel, Mr. Alessandro, Ms. Sarra were also there and some other staff.

I did not answer Mami's greeting, I stepped towards Mr. Alessandro and after I was in front of the man, I bowed my knees to him crying.

"Help me, sir!" I cried while holding her pants and looking up at her face.

Alessandro panicked when he saw me bend my knee to him. He crouched down and immediately grabbed my body then woke me right in front of him. He looked at me sharply, though,

"What's up, Ge?! Say it!"

"Fariz... My son went to the hospital and his condition is critical. He needs a blood transfusion, he needs your blood, sir!"

I cried sobbing at that moment, I didn't care what everyone in that place thought. All I need is a little attention from the man standing in front of me right now.

Suddenly Miss Sarra pulled my body with fiery emotions.

"What do you mean?! Why did you ask the AL to donate blood for your son? Doesn't he have a father, why don't you ask his father, Michael?!"

I really want to scream that Mr. Alessandro is his father, how can I ask Michael, who is not my son.

"My answer, Ge?!" Miss Sarra shouted at me while shaking this already weak body of mine.

"Because they are my children!!" sahut Mr. Alessandro with a bowed face,

I looked directly at Mr. Alessandro, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He admitted that my children were his. He admitted it in front of everyone in the place.

"WHAT?! Nah! This is impossible! You must be lying, right?!" Miss Sarra was hysterical as she clutched Mr. Alessandro's burly arm.

"I'm not lying, they're my kids!" he looked at Miss Sarra.

Miss Sarra is inflamed, she is really emotional at the moment. He looked at me and Mr. Alessandro with hatred.

Mami Angel approached me, embracing my body while gently stroking both my shoulders to give me encouragement.

"Mr Alessandro, please come with me to the Hospital and see Fariz for a moment!"

I approached him while pleading with him. But Miss Sarra pushed me until I fell on the floor.

"No! I won't allow it! Now you get out of here! I said go!!!"

Miss Sarra yelled to throw me out. Just then the security men who had been chasing me arrived in Mr. Alessandro's room.

"What a coincidence! Security drag this lady! He's been bothering Mr Alessandro!!!" heed

"No! Nah! I'm begging... Mr. Alessandro, congratulations on my son's life, please..."

I was actually dragged away by the two security who had been chasing me. Before they dragged me, I saw Mr. Alessandro wanted to chase after me but Miss Sarra threatened him,

"If you go help that woman, I promise I'll sue for divorce and I spread your news with your former assistant who turned out to have an affair and produced a pair of twins!!!"

After that I don't know how Mr. Alessandro reacted, I've been dragged away by those security.

Now I accept my situation. I stepped over the gontai with both hands drawn by the two security. My tears don't stop coming out, I'm pessimistic my son will survive. I'm sure Mr. Alessandro will choose Miss Sarra and her career as a Super Model.

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