Ballad Maid So Madam (Related, Happy?)

The Power of a Wardoyokusumo 1.

"Ilham why, huh?"I asked who was no less panicked.

My husband seemed a little panicked, now he's making a call on his cell phone.

"Urus is the culprit now and bring his parents to apologize to kneel at my wife's feet" Boby concluded.

I was worried .. because my husband mentioned my son's name, Ilham. My feet followed in his footsteps.

"Well, what is this really about?" I asked Boby.

My husband then cupped my face and now our eyebrows are clashing.

"Wait a minute" he replied.

Shortly after his phone rang, Boby hugged me as he received the call.

["Hallo!"]

....

["Yes, okay ... best room and I'll be there soon,"]

....

[Ok, good job!"]

The call was also terminated.

"Roney!" call Boby to the driver in this house.

Soon came the driver who was called by Boby.

I still look at my husband with a look of no understanding at all ... What is this?

"Well, we picked up Inspiration, yes," he said at the time.

"Huh, why was the tumben picked up, Dad? Ilham's coming home at three o'clock?" killahku, why does this heart feel that something is not right is happening.

"That's it .. just come along!" abugn.

Finally, with Boby holding Tri and holding my hand .. The three of us got into the car where Ronie, the private driver drove.

"Tumben you didn't bring your own car?" my many.

Boby pulled my head and kissed my forehead.

"While you want to hold Mom's hand, just hold it" he said briefly.

Her words like that always managed to make my smile expand, really .. now I feel like the happiest woman in the world.

Enough with Boby's love, now I'm going to close the eyes and ears of all the nyiny and discordant tone of people about our relationship.

After all, this relationship we live.

A little while later we reached the Private Hospital, my forehead frowned .. Why Hospital?

"Well, why go to the hospital?" ask this husband.

Boby sighed, and now he breathed in my forehead, cheeks and lips many times. I don't understand ... What is this?

"We go in first, Mah! I'll tell you inside" said Boby.

I nodded slowly, now my heart is trying to second-guess itself .. What might Boby know, I haven't been a guest for a month?

"Ah, what is it? I'm not sure myself" I murmured slowly.

"Yes, what's Mah?"

"Oh, well, you're just trying to guess why we're here?" my answer.

As soon as we got out of the car, some doctors greeted Boby and me, where the men in white clothes shook hands with us and led us to the most spacious pavilion room.

"Here is the room, sir! We do the maximum service to your family" said the man who introduced himself as the director of the Hospital.

"Yes, you must provide the best service not .. especially to the Wardoyokusumo family. If not, who gave you the job here" sardonic Boby.

I was shocked to hear Boby say, as soon as I touched his shoulder. My husband was instantly a gentle person, evident from his smile and wistful gaze.

The director seemed to go awry, and then I entered with Boby into a room that looked more like the hotel.

I didn't care about Boby anymore, I took his hand off and I ran to the bed where my son was weak.

"Sorry, Mom! The patient has just been injected with a sedative. So it won't respond to Mom's words" explained the doctor beside me.

My tears broke when I saw my dear son lying helplessly where his head was on a bandage and I could see some wounds on his face and hands.

I tremble when I will hold the small hand of Inspiration.

Boby hugged me and then hugged me tightly, fuming it back on my forehead.

"Quiet, Mah! Inspiration just slipped in school, "quiet Boby.

"Why is this so bad when you slip?"my many.

"Later the father's men will explain everything" whispered Boby right in my ear.

"Sit down first, let Ilham rest because the doctor said just now was a new father whiz in the sedative injection." Boby led me to the long sofa that was available next to Ilham, Tri had fallen asleep and now Boby was put on the sofa.

"Explain to my wife what happened!" exclaim Boby.

One doctor who had been treating Ilham came forward.

"Patients have a mild concussion, it seems like a hard collision between the head and something, it could be a wall or the patient falls. When viewed from another wound ... The patient seems to fall from behind and hit hard asphalt, walls or it could be a hit by hard objects such as wooden beams!" detail of the doctor.

"Alright, please keep your guard outside, I need some privacy!" boby said, ketus.

Because the Hospital officials also went inside and lined up near Boby, as if looking for attention. It's only natural that Boby and I feel uncomfortable.

Even our men or our guards were standing outside.

In an instant, the room became spacious, although I knew the doctors were still standing at the door.

Boby grabs the phone in his pocket, then types a message that I can see in the reference to Roy, Boby's bodyguard of trust.

The more I understood, the man who became my husband had a great influence among him.

"Well." yeah." I leaned my head over his shoulder, "why are those doctors competing for Dad's attention?" my many.

Boby smiled and now in the lift of my chin slowly, kissed my lips long.

"That's because they know who we are, this Hospital is ours, Mah!" replied husband.

I was stunned, really .. I didn't know that.

I also chose to close my eyes when I was in his arms.

Before long a knock was heard, Boby allowed in.

It turned out that Roy, a big man who always used a black tuxedo, was standing in front of us.

"What's going on?" ask Boby.

The man thrust a laptop and from the laptop screen I could see my son, Ilham.

Apparently Inspiration is encouraged intentionally when in hours of sports lessons.

Either the intention of the child who pushed it was joking or deliberately, but clearly his actions were fatal for my son, Ilham.

"Well," I said.

My right hand shuts my own mouth while I hold my sobs, seeing on the laptop how they hurt Ilham.

My heart is breaking, now my cry is becoming more and more. Really, how they have to do with my son.

I went up and sat beside Ilham, I clasped his hand and gently rubbed his face that was sound asleep because of the sedative.

It seems that Inspiration is not able to withstand pain, so it needs to be given tranquilizers.

"Son, forgive mom," I murmured.

"Who is he that made my son like this?" ask Boby who is angry.

"Name Excel, heir to the Group Script. Master Darwis' son, sir!" answer Roy details.

"Do your duty, and I don't want to know.. Tonight, make them bend their knees at the feet of my son and wife, they don't seem to know who Wardoyokusumo is yet!"