
Aditia hugs Alya to calm her down. But soon the door opened.
"Umi, Abi" Aditya immediately broke his embrace.
"Alya, you're fine, son." Salma immediately approached her daughter who was sitting on top of the gurney. While Rashidi looked at Aditya with a look of dislike.
"Pig." Aditya kisses Abi's hand despite not liking Aditya's behavior, but the man still does not refuse Aditya salute.
"Let me just calm Alya down, she's so sad, since I've been waiting for Abi."
"really? Sorry Abi was late because the road was jammed," said Abi Rashidi coldly.
"Because now that Abi has come, I want to see Satria's condition. I hope he can be taken."
Abi Rashidi nodded. Before leaving, Aditya looked back at Alya who was now hugging the body of Umi Salma while telling the series of events experienced just now with a loud voice.
"Prophey my Son, God will not test his servant beyond the ability of the people. May this storm pass quickly and after this the relationship between the two of you will grow closer."
"May Umi." Alya hugged Umi Salma, to him all the turmoil she experienced could shed.
Aisyah and Damar also met Alya, Aisyah and Alya alike cried violently because they remembered Satria's condition.
Damar and Rashidi walked out of the room leaving the women. As a man he did not cry but their hearts were no less broken.
"How's this? Why are they always faced with severe problems" Rashidi said.
"I have to answer what, if the test comes from the power," replied Damar.
Aditya who was on the balcony of the hospital, he stared at the garden on the first floor, around the hospital. There was a bit of regret all along having behaved non-ridingly towards Satria.
"Sat, if you wake up today, I promise I will always be a good Kaka to you, I will protect you and I am the person who best supports your happiness. I've given Alya up to be all yours, I'll be happy if you're happy." Aditya closed his eyes considering how evil he had been all along.
Suddenly the voice of the woman behind broke Aditya's daydream. "Mas, I seem to want to give birth," Kinan said.
The woman was seen enduring the pain while continuing to hold her stomach.
"Is it really time?" ask Aditya.
"Yes, the doctor's estimate is still next month, but the contract is felt now, maybe I'm the wrong information to his doctor about the last date of mens late" said Kinan.
Aditya immediately met the obstetrician who was in this hospital as well. After passing through several series of examinations, it is also true that Kinan will have given birth. The woman has already passed opening four.
Kinan immediately occupied one of the maternity rooms.
Aditya helped Kinan during the preparations.
"You're here." pinto Kinan spoiled Aditya, as the man was about to leave the room.
"All right," said Aditya coldly. "I'm doing this doesn't mean I'm starting to love you, my decision is unanimous, we're going to get divorced."
"Well, Mas, after all living with you is not as beautiful as I imagine, you never appreciate me, you are also stingy, for the needs of this child alone you never give," kinan said what it is.
Aditya was silent, what I said was all true. Aditya had never considered him and his son to exist.especially since he knew Kinan often went out of the house under false pretenses, Aditya increasingly ignored the existence of Kinan.
"After this child is born, I want to divorce Mas. I hope we'll find each other's happiness, I'm sorry to ruin your dream with Alya first."
"Why are you talking like that? what does it mean that you have found another man?" aditya said while squinting his eyes. Surprised, had not he been determined to have him completely.
"At least I found a man who would be able to appreciate me later," Kinan said without hesitation.
"Alright I agree, if it's my son, I'll take care of him, if the baby's your son with another boy you look for the father of the child, at least you and the baby will be with his biological father." answer Aditya.
Kinan trrs smiled as he grasped Aditya's fingers, Kinan was sure this was the end of his meeting with Aditya.
Aditya let Kinan hold his hand, at least Kinan's decision today made him relieved.
Two hours in the delivery room, finally a beautiful-faced baby girl was born, while Aditya was amazed by the look of the baby.
"It's very pretty Kinan" Aditya said.
"Yes Mas" Kinan looked at his little baby.
"It looks like I changed my mind, I want to take care of him, without a DNA test.
"Yes." replied Aditya while peeping the little baby. Funny enough, the baby seems to make Aditya fall in love at first sight.
"We still have to test Mas's DNA, if the child is your flesh and blood, you can take him, I'm sure he will be happy with his biological father, he said, you have a lot of material that can give him a more decent living, than I."
"Even if he's not my flesh and blood, I'd adopt him." Aditya rethinks to let the boy to Kinan, what if the baby is the result of Kinan's actions with the striped-nosed man, what if, the result of his one-night love with the bosses who wanted to buy his body at that time.
"Mas sure?" Kinan couldn't believe it.
"Yes, but I'm telling you to look for a man who really loves you, not just because of your body, a man who can accept your shortcomings, and mistakes in your past, Kinan." said Aditya.
Kinan was speechless, would with his bad mass he find a sincere man as Aditya said, are not men all the same.
After two days the DNA test was done on the baby Kinan and as Aditya alleged the baby was not his biological child.
Kinan was reluctantly forced to let his baby be with Aditya, Kinan was sure Aditya would sincerely love him.
Kinan has been allowed to go home, Kinan's health recovered faster because of giving birth normally.
"Mas think once more about adopting that baby."
"Have you not worried about him, I will take good care of him. If you miss you can look at him once a week.
"Thank you Mas. Hope you get the woman you want."
"Yes, I hope you will get a man who can love you sincerely."
Kinan and Aditya were completely separated for each other's good. Light slumbers in Aditya's sling while enjoying the most expensive milk formula.
Tomorrow Aditya plans to find a babysitter to take care of his tiny baby.
While carrying the baby, Aditya returns to meet Alya who is still being treated at this hospital.
Arriving at Alya's room, Aditya did not find the figure of the woman he was looking for.
Aditya believes Alya must be waiting for Satria who has not yet awakened.
Aditya's guess is not wrong, when entering Satria's nursery. The figure of the woman above was sitting on a wheelchair and the infusion hose was still stuck in her hands while continuing to stare at the helpless body with endless tears.
"Alya, how is Satria's condition of any development?" ask Aditya.
Alya did not reply, she chose to wipe away her tears.
Alya looking at the baby in Aditya's arms, Alya pulled the corner of her lips, forcing to smile. "Bak Kinan has given birth to her."
"Yes Alya." Aditya slightly bowed, revealing the beautiful-faced baby.
"Congratulations." said Alya, mentowel smash the little cheek. "Beauty Mas."
"Yes Alya, I chose to adopt her, because the DNA test results stated that this baby is not my flesh and blood" Aditya said.
"You fell in love with her quickly."
"Yes Alya, I feel sorry if she's with Kinan."
"Mas Aditya didn't want to fix everything from scratch, who knew there was this baby, mbak Kinan would change."
"No Alya, let this heart be as empty as it is today, I don't want to quickly fill in with another woman's figure."
Alya and Aditya were both silent. Alya was not interested in discussing matters of the heart anymore, One hope Alya just wanted to see Satria re-open her eyes, and could laugh as before.
"Your patient Alya, yes, I will go home first, I will often come here again after finding the nanny for the Light.
"Yes, Mas" Alya answered briefly.
Although in a coma, but the eardrum Satria able to capture the sound around it.
Little heart Satria felt guilty too quickly took Alya from the Big Brother's arms. They should be able to reunite after knowing that Kinan's baby is not Aditya's flesh and blood.
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