
That afternoon Sofia again blinked her eyes after a day of unconsciousness due to sedatives given by doctors.
The girl is seen staring at the ceiling of the hospital while remembering the events before she was in the hospital and did not feel the crystal grains seem to flow from the corner of her eye.
"Darling, you're awake, son." Anne's soft voice immediately made the girl look next to her and a woman was smiling at her.
A woman who had been eager to hug but her guts were too small to make him can only look at her from a distance to hold his longs.
"Mama." softly Sofia looked at the woman, could she call her that name?
"Dear, this is my mom." Anne is seen holding her daughter's hand which is still in the bandage.
"Mama." call Sofia again, really she wants to call him as much as she wants. Since childhood, he had longed for the figure of a mother and now finally the woman he hoped to be in front of him.
"Yes, baby, my daughter. Mommy misses you baby, misses you so much." Anne immediately hugged her daughter, finally her longing to survive 18 years is now treated as well.
Indeed he was very sad to see the state of the girl, her body is very frail and also not maintained. "Did Marco treat you well all this time ?" anne wanted to know.
"Hm, dad loves me very much. Dad never got mad at me even he made me smile all the time. But, now that I'm not there I really miss him." said Sofia who was still in the arms of the mother, the girl seemed to sob to remember the memories with her adoptive father.
While James leaning behind the wall was struck while quietly listening to his daughter's story, Marco's message was correct.
The man is the winner, the man has succeeded in taking his daughter's whole heart and leaving nothing for her, but James will not give up. The time is still very long to win the girl's heart back and she will try hard for it.
But at this time he will not appear for a while until his daughter feels calmer, considering his actions all this time must have left a very deep wound for him.
"Thank God if Mr. Marco loves you, baby, Mommy trusts him if he won't hurt you. Because from the first time she saw you she said she was in love with you." said Anne, she tried to make the girl as comfortable as she could be.
"really? it's a pity you guys couldn't be together when you loved you so much." Sofia's dream and it made James, who was still secretly eavesdropping on their conversation, seemed to widen his eyes.
It was fortunate that the one who spoke like that was his own daughter if someone else might have beaten him all out. "You don't know how I struggled to get your mother" he muttered, deep down, grateful that Marco was gone, otherwise his daughter would have betrothed his mother back to the man.
"I have great respect for Mr. Marco because we were good friends, but a feeling that comes from the heart and cannot be forced dear. Like you, if one day mom asks you to marry a guy you don't love you don't want to, right? so did mommy once dear, but believe me Mommy never hated Mr. Marco in the least" said Anne gave advice.
"Hm." Sofia nodded in understanding, she had grown up and she understood that enough but to forgive her biological father at this time it was still very difficult.
Then the girl seemed to spread her eyes and found no one there but her mother.
"Darling, can Mommy ask you something ?" anne said later.
"Did you know in advance if Mr Marco wasn't your real father ?" anne asked to know.
"Hm, before my father died and enrolled me in SG university." said Sofia and it made James who was still secretly listening look surprised.
"So you know who we were then ?" ask Anne again.
Sofia seemed silent. "Dad didn't get to say everything, though, but after my father died I found a picture of Mommy under my pillow and from that moment on I thought that the woman in the picture was my mother only that I didn't have the courage to tell you." she explained later and it made Anne look guilty.
The woman could feel how the girl had felt before the moment when they met several times, as well as James. Again the man felt devastated by the confession of his daughter.
So all this time his daughter knew if he was her real father, a father who could hurt her every time he met.
"I'm sorry, son. Forgive me." - James, who seemed to be still leaning behind the wall, could not feel the crystal grains falling from the corner of his eye.
"I'm sorry Mommy and Daddy, baby. We promise from now on that we'll keep you happy and never let you feel any more pain" Anne said.
"But I can't forgive her yet" Sofia said softly, recalling how her real father had hurt her to such an extent all along.
"Daddy loves you so much, son. Please forgive him, all this time your Daddy did that because he had to do his duty." Anne persuaded but her daughter was reluctant to respond, maybe the girl still needs time to forgive her father.
"Do you want to meet your sister? Jessica will be so happy to see you" said Anne, switching the conversation so that her daughter would not come back depressed.
"I think she'll be surprised and definitely won't think I'm her sister." said Sofia, who seemed to be able to smile.
"She's a spoiled girl but Mama's sure she's a good girl" Anne said.
"Hm, I want to see her reaction when I see her" Sofia said.
"Well, mama's coming home to pick her up." said Anne, but her daughter's face immediately turned sad.
"This is your father's hospital, son. You'll be safe here and there are some guards who look after you outside, if you need anything you can call them or the nurse." Anne explained and it made Sofia a little relieved.
After the princess felt better, Anne immediately left the room and now the girl lives alone.
Sofia seems still in disbelief if she has now reunited with her family again. "Dad, you must also be happy to see me at this time? you will still be the best father to me." he muttered as he looked at the ceiling of his room and at the same time the door of his room was knocked from the outside and before long someone appeared to enter to make Sofia immediately turn her head.
"You-you ?" when he saw Aril stepped closer to him with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.