Changing Destiny: The Goddess

Chapters 74. The Real

A middle-aged man appears to be lying weakly on a hospital bed in the ICU room of a hospital. After undergoing surgery, the man remains in a critical condition and needs intensive care. Making the young man began to shed tears because he could not bear to see the state of the father like this.

"Father must be strong. Dad has to hold on. Dad needs to heal. Allow Gilang to be devoted to Father. Allow Gilang to make dad happy for the rest of your life."

The young man's tears had not dried up. Still dripping framing his face that looks cute. Last night, the young man had not even had time to rest just to guard the father who was lying weak.

"After this, we will live together. Will Gilang accompany Dad to pass the old days of Dad. I'm up."

With a trembling voice, Gilang tried to invite the father to communicate. Although he knew that the father was still unconscious at this time, he believed that the father could hear his voice. Time and again he kissed the back of Rajasa's hand, to transfer his energy and strength to stay alive and survive.

"Lang!"

Someone's voice rippled the daydreams of Gilang. Eagerly, he wiped his tears and turned his head towards the source of the sound. The young man smiled faintly as he saw Wiraguna enter this room.

"Father!"

Wiraguna walked closer towards Gilang. The middle-aged man stood by the son's side and by the weakly lying man. Tightly, Wiraguna looked at the face of this man trying to recognize who he was.

"Lang, who exactly is this guy? And what is your relationship with this man?"

It can not be denied that what is said from the lips of Gilang when calling this man by the name of father, makes the curious Viraguna half dead. Therefore, he hurriedly met the son to hear the true story.

Gilang only smiled faintly when he heard the question of Wiraguna. The young man was even ready with all the consequences that he would get if until he told the truth to Wiraguna.

"This man's mom's husband, Pa. He's Gilang's real father."

The body of the Wiraguna was shocked for a moment. Both of his eyes were perfectly rounded. "What's? He's your real father? Don't joke you Lang!"

Rise up from his body position. He felt he had to tell everything to the Wiraguna. That way, his mood could be even more relieved.

"Follow Gilang, Pa. Gilang will tell you everything that happened."

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Green plantation expanse is very clear from the direction of the hospital rooftop area. The air around me felt so cold. It was even cooler than the air in Jakarta. And in this rooftop, Gilang and Wiraguna are located.

An hour more Gilang and Wiraguna are in this place. During that time, Gilang also told me how he met Rajasa, what relationship between the two, what was there, what crime was planned by Wenda and the last event what actually happened to the late wife of the previous Wiraguna.

Hearing what was said by Gilang, making Wiraguna bertubi attacked by a half-dead shock. He really did not expect if his late wife's best friend was a friend who dared to stab his own friend.

"Now Papa knows what really happened. Gilang is not Papa's biological son. Gilang is the son of a man named Rajasa. After Gilang's father is discharged from the hospital, Gilang will withdraw from the company. Gilang felt it was inappropriate to occupy that position in the company."

Yes, that's what Gilang is like. The blood of Rajasa's sincerity, completely flowed within the young man's body. If only, the young man is dominated by ego like the mother, it is certain he will never tell the truth about who he really is. He will definitely still enjoy his position as the son of Wiraguna in order to feel all the facilities and luxuries he got in the midst of the Wiraguna family. And when he chose the path of truthfulness, he was ready for all the consequences. Including being removed from the Wiraguna house.

Wiraguna took a deep breath and he exhaled slowly. "No Lang, you stay in the company. You stay there, help Arga do his job."

"But Pa? Gilang felt it was inappropriate to be there after what mom had done. Missed really inappropriate."

The user smiled meaningfully. Since childhood took care of Gilang, making Wiraguna also very fond of this young man. Just like he loved Bhumi.

"No Lang, you deserve to stay there. Because Papa does need a hardworking figure like you. So please, you stay in the company."

I don't know what Gilang has to say. The young man seemed so moved by what became the decision of the Wiraguna. The young man hurriedly hugged the body of the Wiraguna tightly.

"Thank you very much Pa. Thank you!"

Wiraguna smiled as he rubbed Gilang's back. It would be very unfair if the youth as good and sincere as Gilang bear the impact that is not even his fault. Gilang remain Gilang. A hard worker who is a pride for Wiraguna himself.

"Hope, you stay in the big house. If you want to bring Rajasa, Papa will be very permitting. You don't have to be sad."

Gilang broke his embrace. It looked at this middle-aged man before him intently. "Thank you very much Pa. But after Rajasa's father is discharged from the hospital, Gilang will take him to live with Gilang."

"Dead with you? Where do you mean Lang?"

"The salary that Gilang got so far, Gilang used to invest a house on the edge of the city. Gilang will stay there with Rajasa's father."

"Can Papa not hold back and undo your plan Lang? Stay in a big house" said Wiraguna pleading.

"Thank you for Papa's kindness all along. Gilang will still work at the company, but for the residence, Gilang will start to open a new life with Rajasa's father."

The wiraguna can do nothing. Want not. Likes not like it will fulfill Gilang's request. Most importantly, he was still able to establish communication with Gilang.

"Alright then Lang. Papa can only continue to support your decision. And one thing you have to remember, Lang. Forever, you will remain my son. Never share a story with me."

A big smile on Gilang's lips. It seems to be true what he has heard. Be honest and a good person. Because with honesty and kindness that will make us in the good anyway.

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