DANGDUT SINGER'S SECRET HUSBAND
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Mr. Hisham panicked when he saw his wife smearing something all over Arya.

“Why Arya, Ma?” asked Mr. Hisham frantically as he ran towards his grandson.

“Badan Arya very hot, Pa. Mom is trying to lower the heat. If we do not go down, we must immediately bring Arya to the hospital,” replied Mrs Tiara while continuing to smear all over Arya's body with eucalyptus oil mixed with slices of red onion.

“Yes God, how sorry are you, son!” sahut Mr. Hisham while then trying to touch Arya's forehead and he reacted similarly to Juminah and Lady Tiara.

“Astagfirullah! It's hot, Ma! This child should be taken to the hospital before it is too late. Papa wants to get the driver to prepare the car!” said Mr. Hisham with a tense expression.

“Do not you have to ask for an ambulance just so it is more free to bring this child?” mrs Tiara asked while smearing eucalyptus oil.

“Wait for the ambulance to come, long time, Ma. Faster is better!” sahut Mr. Hisham.

“Alright,Pa! Let me hold it later,” said Mrs Tiara.

“Let me call the driver, Mr. .. Mistress ... This is his paracetamol syrup!” juminah.

“Buruan, Friday! Oh yeah, wake up Siska too! This hot kid doesn't even wake up!” nagel Madam Tiara.

“Iya, Mistress!” sahut Juminah while passing away left Arya's room with anxious feelings.

For Juminah, caring for Arya is not just a job demand, but it is like thinking of the child as his own child. He loved that boy very much.

“Eeeeeeee ...,” suddenly Arya shivered while writhing. There was the boy's attempt to open his eyes, but he was holding back the pain.

“Arya, are you awake, son? You are patient, my son! Grandma and grandpa are trying to lose heat. Come on, kid, get up! Arya drinks her syrup to cool her body!” said Mrs Tiara addressed to Arya.

“Aaaanas, Grandma .. Atit, Cake!” sahut Arya with closed eyes.

Mr. Hisham and Mrs Tiara were even more heartless to see Arya's condition that was far from normal.

“Come, open his mouth, boy! Drink the syrup first so quickly get the heat down!” said Mrs Tiara while inserting the tip of the pipette containing the hot-dissolving syrup liquid into Arya's tiny mouth.

“Ait yes, Grandma?” ask Arya.

“No, Son. Syrup is sweet. Strawberry taste,” said Mrs Tiara trying to seduce the boy.

Arya opened her mouth after getting an explanation from Madam Tiara. Madam Tiara did not waste the opportunity, she pressed the base of the pipette so that the syrup was pouring from the tip of the pipette and into Arya's mouth. Arya slightly squinted her eyes probably because of the sweetness. After that, he tasted the syrup.

“Pinternya Grandma's granddaughter. Keep the heat down soon, deh!” woo Madam Tiara while stroking Arya's head.

“Nek ... Cake .. papa ana? I'm atit asak papa no?” arya said suddenly in the unexpected of the two wealthy married couples.

Mr. Hisham and Mrs Tiara looked at each other. They are confused as to what to answer to their grandchildren.

“Papa has announced the cooperation of Arya. Jad, papa can't go home yet. After all, there are still grandparents who will take care of Arya,” replied Mrs Tiara trying to calm the heart of her grandson who was longing with Arya.

“Api, Arya angen ama papa ..” Arya answered innocently while shivering.

Again, Mr. Hisham and Mrs Tiara were saddened when Arya mentioned the name of their former daughter-in-law, who was not Arya's real father, but had a strong bond with their grandchild. Madam Tiara did not have the heart to lie to her grandson who was ill at the time. Finally, Mr. Hisham tried to take on the role.

“Ener yes, Cake?” sahut Arya with a smile while shivering, but this time it was not like how to shiver.

“Iya, Son. Grandfather promised,” said Mr. Hisham can not dodge anymore.

Madam Tiara who heard her husband's words was of course happy. He does not hate his ex-daughter-in-law. He also hopes that Damar still has a good relationship with their families.

“Tuan .. his car has been prepared by the driver. I just came from Non Siska's room. It looks like Non Siska is not in his room, Mr. ..” Juminah said in a stammering voice.

“What? Where'd the kid go all night? His son is sick and is running away! Watch out later when it comes!” Mr. Hisham was furious to hear reports that Siska was not in his room.

“Quiet, Pa! Atestan Siska stayed at his friend's house. Now we better focus on Arya's healing alone!” ms. Tiara tried to calm her husband.

Mr. Hisham also became a little relieved of his emotions after hearing the words of his wife. Finally, Juminah dared to approach the bed to ensure the condition of Arya.

“How is Mas Arya, Nyah?” ask Juminah.

Madam Tiara turned her head towards Arya. Then he answered.

“It looks like the heat is starting to go down, Jum. That's his son's not shivering like that. Let's see the next hour if it continues to go down, yes, we take care at home!” replied Lady Tiara.

“Iya, Nyah. May Mas Arya recover. Too bad this little kid has to suffer pain,” timpal Juminah.

“Iya, Friday. Thank you, yes,” replied Mrs Tiara.

“Daddy, I say help Inem at the back make breakfast, huh? Who knows if Mas Arya will eat,” said Juminah.

“Iya, Friday. Make the boy's favorite chicken porridge, yes!” sahut Madam Tiara.

“Yes, Nyah!” juminah replied then rushed towards the kitchen.

Lady Tiara was accompanied by Mr. Hisham accompanying Arya who was lying on the bed. The thoughts of the two people back then were only centered on the state of the little boy. They don't want anything bad to happen to their only grandchild. Mrs Tiara routinely checks Aryan body temperature while monitoring the effects of heat-absorbing syrup and eucalyptus oil on the development of Aryan conditions. At first Lady Tiara and Mr. Hisham can already smile with the decrease in Aryan body temperature. However, when entering the thirtyth minute, Arya's body temperature rose again and their only grandson shivered again. That made Arya's grandparents panic again.

“Pa, come on, let's take Arya to the hospital!” take Madam Tiara.

“Iya, Ma!” sahut Mr. Hisham.

“Jum, let's go to the hospital! Prepare milk and Aryan clothes!” madam Tiara shouted at baby sitter Arya.

“Yes, Nyah!” juminah panicked.

Madam Tiara also hurriedly carried Arya's small body towards the front of the house.  Their car has been in front of their house ever since.

“Joko! Come on, the hunt leaves for the hospital!” shouted Mr. Hisham so Arya and his wife and Juminah had entered the back seat of the car.

“Ready, Sir!” answer their family's personal driver.

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