I Love You My Sugar Daddy
Surprising fact

There was only a dark street lit by street lights, and cars drove in their tracks. Rafael is like stepping into doubt that he has never found its end in any map. However, he was so difficult to get out of his lane.

Rafael realizes something is making Alesha to such a hurry. And maybe there's something that makes it that angry.

If he found out about it, would he interfere too much?

The red light is on. Pause a few seconds to give other riders a chance to pass the road.

As is customary, Rafael sees a spy in his car. An empty bench in the back. Unknowingly his gaze turned to the pockets piled up behind. Raphael remembered something.

He felt that the pause of a few seconds not only gave the rider the opportunity to pass the road, but also the opportunity for him to think.

Those items ... should be returned to the owner, right?

Rafael plugged in the gas when the green light came on. He turned his car around, returning to the place where Alesha was.

A few seconds rolling with the car traveling at maximum speed. Rafael arrives in front of the stop area and sees Alesha riding in a taxi. The minibuses were past their last operational hours.

The man slowly followed the taxi Alesha had just been riding behind him.

The taxi drove at high speed, making Rafael lose track many times. The man continued to focus his gaze while continuing to look at the taxi license plate until he unconsciously memorized.

The taxi took the left road at a two-way intersection. At the crossroad, the taxi took a step to the right. Through various large stores to traditional markets, the longer Rafael can balance their distance and pace.

After a few minutes, the taxi began to slow down. Rafael also helped slow down the speed of his car.

They drove slowly towards a tall building with white shades. Until the taxi stopped in front of the entrance gate. Alesha came out after. He entered the gate at a rapid pace.

Rafael entered the entrance after a vehicle preceded him. Then parked his car origin in the nearest parking lot. He then went out and followed the steps of Alesha who almost escaped his reach.

Hospitals. Here they are now. Rafael slowed his pace even more as Alesha got closer to the step he was aiming for.

In Raphael's heart he wondered. What the hell is he doing? Who is sick?

Alesha stopped in front of a room, peeking out of the window where doctors and nurses were examining her inside. The woman looks agitated. He then landed his body on a chair located outside while playing his knuckle.

A few minutes later, the doctor and nurse walked out of his mother's room. Alesha immediately got up and intercepted the doctor.

"Doctor, how's my mother doing?" Alesha asked with trembling hands that sounded clear from her voice.

'Alesha's mother?'

'Didn't the woman say that her mother was on a business trip?'

Rafael doesn't understand why Alesha would rather lie than tell the truth. He doesn't understand what he really wants to do.

The doctor smiled, then explained. "Your mother is past her critical period now. We just removed some tools that were not needed. You don't have to worry."

Critical times.

Rafael is familiar with that term. As far as he understood, it was a time when one was struggling to survive with his weakened condition.

The man opened his eyes. Why did the woman never look like someone who was waiting for her critical mother while she was with him?

Alesha breathed a sigh of relief. "Ah, thank goodness."

"However, there are some things I need to say. After going through several examinations, your mother apparently had tensed up on some of the muscles in her body."

"His sight is still functioning, his hearing is still functioning properly, his human senses are like that."

"Unfortunately, he seems to have difficulty moving some parts of his body. One of them, straining the facial muscles that make him unable to talk." The doctor explained.

Alesha's heart now turned serious, sad and worried into one. "Can it be cured as before?"

The doctor smiled. "Just calm down, Miss. Your mother may undergo some mild therapy to restore her condition, but for now, you should not force her to talk or move her body. Actually the condition that has escaped the critical period alone is good."

Alesha again breathed a sigh of relief, but then she again wanted to say the thing that stuck in her heart. "Doctor, what about his heart surgery?"

Rafael was already quite shocked by the various facts he had just heard. About Alesha's mother who turns out not to be on a business trip.

About Alesha's mother who turned out to be sick.

About Alesha's mother who turns out to be critical. Now, heart surgery.

'So, Alesha's mother had heart disease.

Did she borrow money for that reason? Is the reason he worked so hard all this time because of that as well?'

Although quite surprising, it seems like Rafael's questions are being answered little by little now.

The doctor looked back to think of something. "The conditions still have to be monitored first, but you take it easy."

"Your mother has started to show good condition slowly. We'll try our best to have your mother's heart surgery." He concluded. "I think this is the only thing that can be told to you. I want to retreat first."

"Thank you, Doctor."

The doctor then passed leaving Alesha who was now flabbergasted at the door. The woman hesitated to open her knob. He took a breath and exhaled it many times. Stop until he dares to go inside.

Raphael came out of hiding behind the wall. He then ventured closer, peering behind the glass door of the room.

The woman sat on a chair beside her mother's bed. She looked at her mother with relief in her heart because she had opened her eyes.

"Mother" she said softly, trying her hardest not to shed her tears.

Her mother tries to open her mouth, trying to speak back to Alesha, but she quickly stops him.

"Mother, said the doctor is not good to force speaking. Don't say anything, let me just talk."

"Oh, yes." Alesha took the lavender flowers from the vase next to her nightstand. "Mother look at this, I brought lavender from the handsome prince." He spoke with a tone made jumawa while stretching his hand.

Rafael who saw it immediately knitted his eyebrows. I don't understand what this woman is talking about.

To be continued...