Mother To Nasha
Chapter 39

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“Daddy .... “ Hilal took her breath quite heavily, then she smiled faintly as she entered her daughter's room. Although his heart was in turmoil, but he still had to smile when in front of his daughter.

“Why Dear?”

“Kakak ahsan na want to go home.” The little girl was seen singing her lips in annoyance while pointing towards the boy whose age was bigger than her.

“And I'll be here again Aca!”

“Iya right baby! Later aunt Mila and brother Ahsan come here again, so you are cured dong. Later can play to aunt Mila's house, how?” said the woman came to the Aca in the gurney after preparing to be ready.

“Sama ante Melly too?” ask Aca with her sparkling eyes, which is it directly nodding back by Ahsan and also Milla, “Boleh Dad? Will I play? Aca want to play kusana.”

For a moment, Hiilal fell silent. It felt strange to hear the new name mentioned by her daughter. Indeed, he had heard the name, but, Hilal did not know since when Aca could get to know and even as enthusiastic as it wanted to get closer to other women.

In fact, usually Aca will be more enthusiastic only if with Khalifa. So why now the child seems to move the bow to another woman. Although the woman was not a distant person, and still a brother with his cousin, but still for Hilal it was a little strange.

“Nasha knows aunt Melly?” Aca immediately nodded her head, “Where? When and—“

“Already Hilal, no need to give such a question the same Aca! He's still sick!” Mila took a deep breath while gently rubbing Aca's hand fingers attached to the infusion.

“A few days ago, Melly came to the same cottage mba. He met and played with Aca, maybe because it was so Aca knew him.”

“You are too busy working, so how to understand so Hilal,” Milla again sighed her heavy, “Khalifa is coming home to her parents' house. You know for yourself, he's at home so at home. Not the intention mba want su'udzon, only if you are not at home, Aca more often play santri than Khalifa. You should be able to pay more attention to your child Hilal.”

“Ante ... “ Aca raised her head and looked at Mila with a look that was so sad, but Mila quickly embraced the child's head and rubbed it so quietly.

“Saran mba, you mending focus first with your son Hilal. Until he recovers, you don't have to come to the factory first, let your mas take care. And also, like her, you need to talk again with Khalifa.” Mila said with a very careful heart, making Hilal again speechless a thousand languages.

For some reason, now arrived he felt a tremendous dizziness radiating in his head. His breathing felt a little claustrophobic, even his gaze was a little twitched, but he tried his hardest to hold it. The more he digested Mila's words. Then his head will be more and more in a remarkable roundup.

As the day was getting late, Mila finally chose a farewell, because she had to take Ahsan to school. Indeed, Ahsan school is fairly afternoon, so he can take the time to visit Aca first before going to school.

Meanwhile, Hilal directly sat his body on the chair after the door of the room closed. His face was so pale and now cold sweat began to wet his temples.

“What's chewing father?” ask Aca a little panic.

“Papa dear! A—ayah to the Toilet first yes, Aca gapapa will be here for a moment?” The little girl nodded her head, making Hilal quickly get up and run to the Toilet, to make Aca feel a little confused and strange with her father's attitude which suddenly arrived like a sick person, some time it was very healthy.

‘Daddy is sick, if you wait here?’ muttered the little girl with glassy eyes.

...~To be continue ......