CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Can't Happen

The breeze blew away the dried leaves that had fallen off before finally crashing into a green patch that almost filled half the area of the hospital garden. In a long chair, two men of different age were sitting on their feet while looking straight ahead. Where visitors and hospital patients are passing by.

"Master Praja," called Erich who spontaneously made the so-called middle-aged man look at him. "I'm sorry, because I can't take good care of your daughter" said Erich, who is now bowing his head. The look of regret was clearly reflected on the white face.

Praja sighed. He patted the shoulder of the man who was now sitting next to him.

"Formerly, thank you for being kind enough to provide shelter and protection for my daughter. Honestly, Isabel never said that she lived with you. Moreover, the plan is to bring Retno along with him to the capital." Praja recalls the moment when she released Isabel's departure, when the girl intended to pick up Retno for the safety of the middle-aged woman's life. The girl left, alone and armed only with recklessness.

As a father, of course Praja could not resist the wishes of the princess especially the girl herself continues to convince if she can take care of herself and will return without any shortcomings.

"Since the burning of Aunt Retno's house, I brought her to live together, in the hope that bi Retno would be safer and avoid the bad possibilities that could happen." Erich spontaneously smiled thinly. He recalled the events when Isabel went undercover with a mustache and her fake hair. Sweetie.

One point of clear bulir, decays. Erich bowed his head inside. Remembering Isabel's worried face at that time was now changed with a deathly pale face and both eyes were tightly closed. Isabel in critical condition and perhaps only the divine generosity, could make the girl conscious and awake again.

"I was also the one who took the initiative to offer help to the daughter of the master, since the previous stabbing event which was also masterminded by.." Erich paused, he now looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the right side of his body. "Sorry, your wife," continued Erich who made Praja sighed deeply.

"Sorry to have dragged you into the depths of my family's troubles, young man."

Erich just smiled faintly. He looked back straight ahead.

"No problem, sir. I just can't see a girl as young as Isabel, having to fight alone against the ruthless people who are around her, she said, because however your daughter was once my automatic employee I also have to ensure her safety and comfort during work."

"Daughter," said Praja with a pair of teary eyes. Right, his daughter worked a few months ago. The condition of his health is what makes Isabel have to slam the bones looking for extra money here and there to buy drugs at a price that is not cheap.

"I really didn't expect it, my decision to marry Arum a few years ago, to be a decision that I will regret for a lifetime. I know it was Arum who intended to finish off my daughter."

Praja began to tell Erich the events of several years ago where he was reunited with Arum who incidentally the widow of one child that Laura had brought from the slums.

The trickery and charm of Arum is what makes Praja fooled. Erich is a good listener. So far, the young man has honestly wanted to get to know Isabel more deeply as well as his family.

Praja opened it all. To the middle-aged man, the figure of the young man beside him, was as trustworthy. You can keep a secret to yourself.

"When I lost her mother, I realized that Isabel's attitude had changed a lot. My daughter, who used to be jolly and talkative, became quiet and shy. My daughter looks scared, when I approach. Wounds and bruises I often found on his body even though he himself never confessed when I forced to speak. Until one day I discovered a fact, Arum did not treat my daughter as well as he treated his own daughter." The regret that Praja felt was a free thing. Any effort taken by the man would not be able to eliminate the trauma that Isabel suffered since adolescence. The dark Momori will certainly still be lodged in Isabel's mind and will not just disappear even if it can be destroyed.

Losing Isabel is the same as losing the heart beat. Perhaps, he would no longer be alive, if Isabel did not open her eyes.

"Master, calm down" comfort Erich as he pats Praja's shoulder gently. "Believe in the power's destiny and be assured that your daughter will always be in her protection." Mutually strengthen. Erich, who is honestly fragile, must be able to control himself, trying hard even though it is in fact a crumble. Erich realized, at a time like this not only he felt failed, but there were still others who actually felt more failed than him.

Both are no longer able to speak. Dissolved into tears and sadness until unconsciously a man with a neat suit stellan ran towards them.

"Master," said Agung half-shouting with a severed breath after running.

The two men of different ages gasped, then threw a glance at the voice.

"Why? What's going on?" Erich asked impatiently.

"No-miss Isabel sir."

"Isabel, what's wrong with Isabel?" Erich got up from his sitting position, half-running in order to approach the majestic.

"What's wrong? What happened to my daughter?" Praja also seems impatient. Her crying was almost unstoppable again.

"Miss Isabel...."

The two men swallowed heavy saliva. Especially when looking at the expression of a majestic face that cloudy as if storing a lot of burden.

No, this can't happen.

"Isabel," cried Erich who immediately ran towards the hospital hallway. His mind is completely fucked. Estimating even the worst that was happening to Isabel without caring about Agung and Praja that was still in place.

Tbc...

What happened to Isabel?😢