The Pawn of Stepmother
The Death of the Father

The atmosphere was so blue that the sound of a red baby echoed in the delivery room. Today at exactly seven o'clock in the morning the Inca shed tears seeing the child born into the world after his long struggle with pain since twelve o'clock at night. Beside him was Ajeng who was smiling and clasping his hands tightly. Inka felt happy about Ajeng's presence like her mother who was accompanying her at this time. In his embrace was tightly Inca while Ajeng gently rubbed the woman's sweaty forehead.

"Goodbye, son. You are a mother now. Soon you'll be a wife too." Inka smiled broadly at the sight of such a good candidate-in-law. It was fortunate that the heartbreaking fate that had to make her a surrogate woman in bed brought the Inca to such a good fortune. Got a very good family and also a prospective husband who loves him so much.

"Thank you, ma'am." replied Inka awkwardly.

It was a pity that Gia wasted a family like them in order to maintain her position which did not even seem to be a problem for them. Just because fear of ambition failed to make Gia darken her eyes and mind.

Such a happy marriage must be willing to leave it alone because of a punishment from the Mahen family. Now the Inca became the entrant and ruler of everything. However, who would have thought if in that morning also the Inca had to be surprised by the news that he really did not want to experience.

"Em Madame Inca, sorry." the nurse came into the room as the Inca enjoyed eating while being bribed by Ajeng.

Her energy has not completely recovered from the delivery period. Therefore Ajeng helped him to eat. The baby is still being cleaned by the midwife. Hearing his name on the call, the Inca turned towards the door.

"Sorry, Madame Inca. Your father is being treated because his condition is suddenly weak." No matter how limp his current body was, the Inca forced to get up and carry an infusion pole in his hand.

"Where are you going?" tanya Ajeng tried to prevent the Inca from standing up.

"My dad, Mom. I have to see how Dad is." Inca rushed out of the room no matter the pain in the core and dizziness in his head. He had to arrive at his father's room at this moment.

There was already a doctor looking at Ferow's condition, Rifyal was also inside. Another family arrived at the hospital after hearing that the Inca had given birth.

"Dad? what happened to my father? Dad, I know I need to heal." Inka had already clasped the hand of the father who closed his eyes. Ferow occasionally opened her eyes that dropped tears. That was the current state of the middle-aged man.

The Inca hugged Ferow's body tightly spilling tears there. Until finally Ajeng came in and asked Inka to sit in a wheelchair at least not to experience bleeding. Obediently, Inca sat down crying looking at the father who was so limp at the moment.

"Yes, Dad. What's that hurt? Tell me what do you want?" ask the Inca again.

The man slowly closed his eyes again and opened them with great difficulty. "Marry now too. I-d like to see." Rifyal looked at Inca hearing the words of the future in-laws.

Inka also returned Rifyal's gaze awkwardly. How could they be married now? It feels very unlikely. Until finally Baron, Rifyal's father was heard coming into the room.

"Calm down, Mr. Ferow. Hang in. Penghulu is on his way. I've asked my men to take him right now." No one can say anything more right now.

The Inca again focused on embracing the father in a position sitting in a wheelchair. "Sus, please bring my son here. I beg you immediately." said the Inca asked at least the father could see his grandson before leaving.

Disappointment of course the Inca feel if the father will approach death. However, all the worst possibilities he tried to accept and do his best in the last second of the father. With trembling hands the Inca brought the child closer to his father. Hard-earned Ferow turned to look at the little baby beside her who looked red wriggling in her blanket. The tears of the man were sad. He closed his eyes letting out as many tears of sadness as he could. His fragile hands could not hold the grandson at this time. Such a great regret he felt when he could not live long.

All shed tears at the meeting of the granddaughter and the grandfather ahead there. Inca sobbed grudgingly holding the child's body.

"Dad, get well for us. Are you well healed for the Inca and the granddaughter of the father? Please, Dad." I can't bear to say Ferow left the child. However, the pain in his body made him want to give up. Until finally the man could only nod his head weakly.

The next twenty minutes finally arrived at the hospital. Soon the Baron asked for preparations for the contract and the wedding took place. Throughout the wedding procession, the Inca continued to cry sobbing while looking at the father who several times closed and opened his eyes trying to survive.

Until at last when the prayer was over and ended said amen, at that time also the Inca shouted hysterically to see the father exhale last.

"Dad!!!" his screams scattered hugging Ferow's body.