Find Me Daddy
(S3) 16 years later

16 Years passed.

In a room, a beautiful girl was soundly asleep. In fact, the sunlight was already so hot that it entered the girl's room. But that did not wake the girl up. The sound of an alarm made him open his eyes.

"Why so noisy." Mumbled. Her clean white hand grabbed her phone, she turned off the alarm on her phone. Then, continue his sleep.

Cklek!

A 42-year-old woman sighed in annoyance when she saw the girl fall back asleep.

"ASAGAAAA!! AIZHAAAA!!"

The girl named Aizha immediately woke up, her eyes staring at the door where the female figure was standing.

"Mama." Pekik Aizha's.

The woman standing in the doorway, who is none other than Marsha. Marsha walked over to her daughter in a brisk walk. Then, without pity she reached out to her daughter's ear.

"YESY!!! SICK SICK MAAA!!" Pekik Aizha's.

"What time is it?! Mama told me not to stay up Aizha! Always wake up late! Look, what time is it?!" Omel Marsha takes off his jewelry. He was already upset with his daughter who was very difficult to manage.

Aizha yawns, she picks up her phone. Casually, Aizha looked at the clock that had already shown ten o'clock in the morning.

"sick tau. This part must still be pa ...." Aizha immediately glared her eyes.

"WHAT?! TEN O'CLOCK?!" Pekik Aizha's.

Marsha sighed softly, "You always ask why you are single right? This is the reason. Your soul mate's been on the chicken stake." The words of Marsha made Aizha cover her face with a pillow.

"YYYYYY!!! CUDAAAHHH!!!"

The screams of a boy make Marsha turn her attention to Aizha. "Here you go, take a quick shower. Mama wants your sister's samperin." Marsha said before she finally went to see her son.

When she came out of the room, Marsha passed her husband. Yes, Nathan. This man is no different than 16 years ago. Nathan is still very handsome, especially now he is only 38 years old. However, Marsha did not beat the young age of her husband. In fact, the face of baby face Marsha always makes people think if the age of Marsha is still thirty years.

"Aizha's awake Sweety?" Nathan asked curling his smile.

"Oh, your son is the one. Always piss off." Said Marsha with a bent face.

"His name is also young, let it be. Do not be upset, your face will become more beautiful. Makes me want to keep you in your room." Nathan's whisper makes Marsha's cheeks red.

Their marriage has been more than twenty years, but Nathan remains a romantic man in his eyes. The man never changes, always loves him.

"Darling again, huh?" Marsha. Nathan smiled, he grabbed Marsha's waist to get closer.

"Where there is a dreadlocks, you are the woman who ...."

"YYYYYY!!! JUST THIS RIVET!!!"

Nathan's countenance turned sour when he saw the screams of a boy.

"I can't see if her mama's in the pinjem jerk." Pissed Nathan.

"God! i forgot!" Marsha hurriedly ran away from there towards their room. He almost forgot his son who he was living with.

Cklek!

"Mylo?"

A three-year-old boy was sitting on a closet, his face reddened with tears. He was tired of his position, but his mother never came.

Three years ago, Marsha gave birth to a son. After a dozen years after Naufan's birth, Marsha finally gave birth to a son. She and her husband named her Nevano Mylo Rafassyah. Adorable little boy who is now three years old.

"Then I called my mommy. Campe belbuca mouth, but long time coming." Upset the boy with a voice holding back the cry. Her little nose already looks like a kempis.

Marsha did call out the boy's middle name, not just him. Even the big family called the adorable boy Mylo.

"I'm sorry, yeah." Marsha pressed the flash button. He thought the problem was over, but it wasn't. Mylo shouted hysterically as the flash lit up.

"Janan first Hanan first hiks .. why in cilaaamm!" Screeched Mylo with teary eyes.

Marsha was certainly confused, she blinked her eyes slowly. Seeing her son who was about to cry, Marsha finally asked.

"Emang why? He said it was already." Marsha said confusedly.

"Mylo has not d4da d4da cama behindna hiks .. why cilam duluaann." Mylo finally cried.

Marsha scratched her head that did not itch, the only thing Mylo was concerned about. Why should I wave my hand? It's just a k0toran.

"My son tapped the time well fit in the hospital." Marsha Gumam.

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Seen, Aizha is riding her motorbike matic. He was happily enjoying his journey. Every now and then, Aizha looked at the hawker cart that was on the side of the road.

"Will come home and buy it." Mumbled Aizha.

BRAK!!

"Whoops!" Aizha hurriedly took off her helmet, she rushed down from her motorbike and ran over to the black car.

Aizha's eyes rounded when she saw the smoke coming out of the car's engine. Without a second thought, Aizha opens the driver's door to rescue the person trapped there.

Seen, a man with a head condition that was seriously injured due to hit by the steering wheel mobio. Hurrying, Aizha helped the man out of the car with all her strength.

"That's heavy. Eat what's this guy." Mumbled Aizha.

BUGH!!

DIAARR!!

Aizha fell when she heard a loud explosion, and so did the person Aizha helped. Aizha's body was on top of the man's body, so she could see clearly how the man's handsome face was carved.

"It's so handsome." Mumbled Aizha.

The man blinked his eyes, he stared faintly at Aizha's face. However, his focus was on the necklace of the woman who helped him. Soon, the man returned unconscious.

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Aizha took the man to the hospital in an ambulance, even she was willing to leave her motorcycle just to accompany an unknown person. Aizha's social spirit is very high, she does not care about the state of her motorbike left behind.

Cklek!

The doctor had come out of the operating room, Aizha immediately rushed to him to inquire about the condition of the man she was helping.

"How's Doc doing?" Ask Aizha.

"You're his wife?" Ask the doctor.

"Ehm ma'am ...."

"If I say no, this doctor won't tell me. It's better to say it first, it doesn't matter." Inner Aizha.

Aizha looked back at the doctor with a smile, "Yes doc, I'm his wife. How's my husband doing?" Ask Aizha.

"The patient had a crack in the ticket behind his head. Due to a hard impact, the patient's brain is bleeding. We managed to stop the bleeding. Chances are, the patient will be conscious in the next few hours." Said the doctor.

Aizha nodded, at least the man she helped survived. Aizha calmed down after finding out that the man's condition was fine.

"Oh yes, please fill in the patient's personal data. Because, we didn't find any identity cards at the time of the accident."

Aizha's face turned pias, "Fill data?" Mumbled Aizha.

Aizha patted her forehead, how did she fill in the man's data if she didn't know what his name was and his origin.

"That's how you are." Inner Aizha.

The man in her help had been moved to the ward, Aizha chose a first-class room according to the contents of her wallet. While waiting for the man to come to his senses, Aizha sat down on the side chair of the gurney while filling out the man's self-data.

"What name do I have to give it? What if he wakes up and turns out his name is wrong? Where he doesn't have a cell phone, there's no wallet." Aizha muttered while biting the lid of the pen she was holding.

"Here you go, just give him Jono's name. What matters is the name of a man, not the mark I write." Oceh Aozha's.

Just as Aizha was about to write Jono's name there, suddenly the man's hand moved. Aizha who saw him was surprised, she rushed to look towards the eyes of the man who was twitching softly.

"Waahh know him!" Pekik Aizha's.

the man's eyes opened, Aizha's smile instantly faded. His mouth opened wide when he saw the man's eyeballs.

"His eyeballs are beautiful." Mumbled Aizha.

The man's blue eyes stared at the ceiling of the room. His eyes moved to the side, where Aizha stood looking at him with a gawking look.

"Eh, have you realized, sir?!" Pekik Aizha's.

The man still blinked his eyes, looking at Aizha with a fixed look. Aizha remembered the form she had to fill, she handed the form into the hands of the man she helped.

"Sir, please fill in your data. I don't know what your name is." Aizha.

Realizing her stupidity, Aizha patted her forehead. "Gosh, I forgot if you just came to your senses. Okay, alright. This time, I will help you again. Hurry up, tell me your name. Where's your address, let me just write it." Aizha exclaimed as she took back the data filling paper.

The man blinked slowly, his forehead shrinking deeply. "Name? My name?" Asked the oria with a confused look.

"Yes, your name. It can't be a cow's name." Aizha said with a friendly smile.

"My name, who?"

Aizha's eyes were rounded, her face pajamas. "Who? Heh jamal! How do I know whose name you are! That's why I am! how come back!" Peeked Aizha in annoyance.

"I ... don't know my name."

JDRE!!

"W-WHAT?!"