Whose Seed is in My Womb?
HELP THE PUPPET

"Gruby." Cibir Haikal when Romeo decided to enter first on the grounds that he had missed his wife's child. He stared at Romeo's back who was walking towards Rere's room. The pace was fast as if it had been a year without meeting, but only a few minutes.

Haikal looked back to the front. The consumption of coffee that stayed a little and cigarettes that have been burned half. He recalled what it was like when he first fell in love with Rere, more or less the same behavior as Romeo just now. Long, long and long. And now, that feeling could no longer be in his heart, he could no longer miss or think of Rere.

Haikal clucked slowly to see Romeo's coffee cup that was still on the bench.

"It seems like he deliberately told me to throw it away."

After the cigarette tucked between his two fingers ran out, Haikal threw the coffee cup into the trash and went back to the hospital.

When passing through the child's poly, the sound of the baby's cry screeching caught his attention. A woman seemed to be making milk. Put milk powder into a bottle and then try to open the flask of a hot water container. Her movements were limited because she was holding her crying baby.

"For a minute, baby, for a minute."

Although there was someone else next to the woman, but no one wanted to help. Maybe their minds are not here, thinking of their sick child.

"May I help you?" The pitying Haikal offered his help.

"Is it no problem?" the woman asked while looking at Haikal. And that's when Haikal realized that the woman wearing pink hijab was very beautiful.

"Ti, no."

God, why did I suddenly become a nerve gini. Aware Haikal, she has a baby, of course she has a husband.

"May you hold my baby for a while, as long as I make milk."

"certain."

The woman let go of her sling. Giving a plump baby boy about 5 months old to Haikal.

Haikal skin feels warm when it comes into contact with the hot baby's skin. Although a little stiff when carrying, but Haikal tried to make him stop crying. He picked him up while inviting him to joke. Something amazing, the baby stopped crying. His eyes looked at Haikal and his hands held onto the shirt the man was wearing.

"Pa, pa, pa, pa."

Haikal laughed when he heard the baby call him papa.

"I'm not your daddy, baby" said Haikal.

"He didn't call papa, but that was all he could say." Said the baby's mother as she approached Haikal. "Thank you for the help." He was about to take back his son, but the baby was puffed up as if he didn't want to. His hands clutched tightly onto Haikal's clothes. And she came back crying as she was forced to give up her grasp.

"Here's the dot, let me love you."

Not wanting her child to cry again and cause discomfort for others, the woman finally gave a pacifier containing milk to Haikal.

The handsome baby immediately sucked his milk bottle very greedily. It was fitting that his cheeks were very puffed up, when he was sick like this, he was still strong enough to drink his milk.

"Haikal, son in the name of Haikal." There was a voice call from the sister.

"It looks like my name is too marketable" Haikal grumbled.

He's been called twice, but no one has come in.

"M. Haikal Athallah's. Mother's name, Miss Rania."

The woman who was with Haikal just nggeh if it turns out her son who was called.

"Haidar sus, not Haikal." The woman confirmed. No one feels called.

"Oh, Haidar yes. Sorry ma'am there's a writing error."

"So your name is Haidar, kirain there's a name that said that." Haikal smiled as he slowly pinched the baby's puffed cheek in his carrier.

Rania picked up a medium-sized baby bag that was in the waiting seat. Surrounding the bag that looked heavy and then approached Haikal to ask for the baby.

But just like that, the baby was back in his Haikal clothes and did not want to escape from his carrier.

"Let's go, baby, we gotta get in." Rania tries to take it forcibly until Haidar cries again.

"You're alone?" ask Haikal. Although he had seen Rania himself. Still she wanted to make sure, who knew her husband was in the toilet.

"Yes, I'm alone."

There is pity in Haikal. The woman in front of him was carrying a sick baby alone while carrying a fairly heavy bag. Where is her husband, why not accompany her?

"I don't mind driving inside. But that's if you don't mind me coming in."

"All right, come on."

Both of them entered the doctor's office. Even though it is still the same, Haidar does not want to be separated from Haikal. Until Haikal himself who holds it when examined and put it to sleep on the gurney according to the doctor's direction.

"Well, I think papa's son is really. What does it want is the same papa," said the doctor.

"Em..he's not Doc's dad," Rania clarified.

"Oh, sorry. I think the papa, the thing goes in together. Surely the papa work yes dear, so the doctor accompanied by om."

"His father is no more." Rania's eyes immediately glazed with glass. If only her husband, Hanafi were still around, she would not have this kind of trouble when Haidar was sick.

Haikal looked at the baby being examined. He did not expect that such a small baby would no longer have a father.