
Damar clenched his hands, holding tightness in the chest. When he saw Willi who was lying weak, his lips were pale and wearing a breathing apparatus.
From the baby the child has struggled to live and undergo various treatments in order to recover. Likewise with Damar who has tried his best to bring Willi to a famous doctor even planning to go abroad. However, still money can not guarantee, because now Willi again sick.
"I'm sorry, Daddy" Damar said, covering his face. Unknowingly her tears seeped. Damar is very weak, if it's about his son.
Shown in the memory of his muscles, Willi's facial features are always asking about his birth mother or when the child is always complaining because of having to go back and forth to the hospital. Will it all happen again? Can Damar be as strong as before?
"You're not a good father, Damar! You're just making your kids suffer even more!" Damar blamed himself. If Willi's pain can be transferred, let Damar bear it. Willi should be happy with a healthy body.
His head looked up, when he realized that there was someone sitting next to him. He looked at Damar with sadness, his smile looking bitter. Damar could feel that he was sad too.
Iris's hand was raised, then clasping her hand gave her strength. "We have to stay strong for Willi's recovery."
Damar nodded. "Must, Willi only have me and now it's you. He's gotta heal, anyhow."
They were silent with their own minds.
"Iris" said Damar suddenly.
"Yes?"
"Please stay by Willi's side, he really needs you."
Iris nodded quickly. "I will definitely continue to accompany Willi, until anytime."
"That means you?" Question Damar hangs. Relief was clearly visible on his face. "You accepted my request?"
"Yes, being a mother at a young age doesn't seem so bad. After all, to take care of my biological children someday, I also need experience."
"Thank you, Iris," said Damar reflexively hugging Iris.
Deg.
I don't know, what happened to his heart when the hand was clenched and patted his back slowly. Clearly, Iris prefers her annoying Master. Because, good times like this. His heart became ungodly. Iris was afraid of being lured. That's more dangerous, isn't it?
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"I want to go home."
After realizing from his stupor, Willi even uttered the sentence making Damar who looked at him worried and confused.
"Your nose is bleeding and your head hurts. You must be treated for the next few days," Damar replied trying to give understanding.
Doctors said that Willi should immediately do a heart transplant, because it turns out that the treatment was done as an infant, did not have a long proven effect with the disease that returned to relapse.
"No. I'm just going home, I'm healthy, Daddy," he chuckled while shaking his body. "Look, don't get dizzy anymore."
"Willi," now Damar's voice changed more firmly. "Daddy doesn't like dissidents."
"I also don't like Daddy who always rules."
Damar sighed. "OK, give Daddy a reason first why you want to go home so badly."
Willi fell silent, then glanced at Iris who was preparing the afternoon meal. "Because I'm healed."
"You're not a doctor. Daddy doesn't want to argue anymore. Now eat and then take the medicine."
"As you know, Daddy actually knows you often participate in soccer training, then play running around in school and other activities that can worsen your health. Daddy's trying to understand because maybe it's the source of your happiness. Behind your reticent attitude, Daddy knows you want to be like other kids too right? But, please this time follow Daddy ..."
"What did Elea tell Daddy?" willi asked with an angry face. "He can't keep a secret!"
"All of your activities are supervised by the teacher, he told Daddy."
Willi clucked, after this he would definitely be more and more in the bridle.
Meanwhile, Iris who heard the debate just shook her head. As good as Damar, his level could not be equivalent to that of a normal human. Look, his sick son is still being argued.
"DON'T!" Iris mediated, then glared at Damar. "It's not like that how to deal with an angry child, sir."
Iris' gaze was fixed on Willi, in her hand there was already a plate filled with food. "Now eat first, anyway Mommy appointment later after Willi healed and allowed to go home by the doctor. Mommy will take Willi's friends home and we hold a ball game, it must be exciting. Eum, what else? Oh, we have to watch straight to the ball stadium! How's it?"
The look on Willi's face lifted, he smiled at Iris. "Mommy sure doesn't break a promise?"
"Yes dong! So now Willi has to go after Mommy."
Willi nodded, as soon as his mood changed. "Come on, quick Mommy bribe me. I'm gonna take some medicine to get well soon."
"Smart kid!" reply Iris while rubbing Willi's head.
Meanwhile, Damar who was by his side shook his head. If he knew only Iris could make Willi shut up and obey in an instant, he wouldn't have to bother talking until his mouth froze. Huh, just piss off.
Damar looked at Willi who was being fed by Iris. The food was so voracious and the twinkle of his face showed that the boy was happy. Damar did not choose wrongly, Iris was indeed the right person to be the mother of her children, at least temporarily.
"Why did Daddy see us like that?"
Damar. "Huh?"
"Daddy envies me being fed by Mommy?"
"Yes! Daddy's so envious, Daddy's never been fed by Mommy." Damar chose to join them. "Mommy bribes me too," Damar continued to Iris, making the girl shudder in horror.
"Ih, but it's my food."
"Daddy is sick again."
"What pain?" ask Willi innocently.
"Hurt the heart."
"Daddy's heart is sick? Why don't you go see a doctor?"
"Cie, you're worried about Daddy."
Willi nodded. "Of course, if Daddy dies, Mommy will get married again. I'm not ready to have a new Daddy."
Damar gaping, Willi turned out to be funny too, but somehow he did not want to laugh because Willi's face looked serious. "Ah, it could be Daddy's son this one."
Meanwhile, Iris could only hold back her laughter. Secretly his heart feels happy, what is it like chatting with family?
Seeing Willi's laughter made him remember his childhood, he knew how lonely it was even when he didn't understand this harsh world. Since being with his aunt. Iris felt alive again, although she also had to swallow bitterness when growing up because it was sold by her own uncle. Ah, Iris misses her aunt.
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