First Boyfriend Second Candidate
First Boyfriend Second Candidate 29
"Can I talk to my husband or family?" when the doctor returned to voice after a while.
Chris bent his eyebrows deeply, only silently staring at the doctor's bead.
The doctor nodded. "The patient's life is about thirty percent."
"What do you mean—"
"Master cut my words too quickly, I was just saying maybe his life won't be long, considering his heart's response was very weak. So can we talk in my room?"
Chris with a wet and confused face nodded. "I'm coming along" Taka was very worried and scared, if the only wayang sister could not control her emotions.
Seeing the backs of the two sons move away, Mika really hopes that things can improve. As the nurse exited the operating room Mika approached.
"Suster, please tell us one thing, is my son going to be okay? At least I need something that makes my heart a little relieved." With a vibrating voice. I hope the sisters can understand the situation.
Seeing so many patient families waiting in dismay. The nurse nodded and gave a slight explanation of the possible things that could have happened, through her glasses.
Mika immediately smothered her mouth, as well as everything there was getting overwhelmed with sadness. "Thank you," the middle-aged woman wiped away the tears.
"The rest wait for news from the doctor, I'm sorry first, must prepare the nursery and also the equipment needed by the patient."
"Give him the best room and the best equipment. I'll go to the administration."
The sister nodded obediently, going from there on followed Kania and Mika to directly take care of the administration.
Rani, Tata and her other companions are still waiting there. Until everyone comes back and Ega is ready to move into the room.
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Two days passed, Chris rubbed his small fingertips helplessly. There's a small wound there. Tears come out of the right iris. Staring at a pale face with several body parts wrapped in bandages, life support tools and blood transfusions and infusions are also embedded in both hands.
Wanting his taste he embraced the owner of the body who was dreaming long. Treat the anxiety and longing in the heart, which is always whispering all will be fine.
That so?
Pilu said hello again. There was no change in the girl's condition. Two days also he was standing guard there, tirelessly Chris kept waiting. Long finger Chris back rub move slowly, he was afraid to hurt.
"You can move your fingers, the pupils in your petals, or your little moody voice. Give me the antidote." His chest tightened, "I miss so much, if there's a sky above the sky. This longing, not limited to the longing I once had increasingly stretched and tormented. If you dream of meeting me who's bowing. I want your hand, bring my head to look at you." He failed again not to cry. Unable to withstand fear and pain at the same time.
Slowly popping the weak pale fingertips. Her eyelids moved restlessly holding back the rest of the tears. In vain the tired wet face was already seen the mother who peeked softly from behind the window.
Rubbing his face, Chris spoke again. "Gee, did you dream of meeting me. I'm the real one here waiting for you. Back Ega, I miss, I miss." Pilu. Squeeze the side of the bed.
The head is down. The strong shoulder shook with many tears. Breathing in tightness, he again pressed the eyelids. Grab that pale little finger again. And failing again, his blurry view of his chest was overcrowded. That particular green shirt was hit by teardrops.
"Ega," tried to get back up. But his voice was held back. Her lips were shaking unable to, she could not afford to see her beloved girl like this. All he could do was touch that finger. Looking at the fragile.
Mika again sobbed outside the outpatient room. Look with pity at the son who was crying inside. His heart sliced his son already loved someone sincere. But fate tests his longing and affection.
"Mika, we go home and rest. Already from the morning you're here lest you get tired and sick." Steven was attentive, the middle-aged man's voice playing flat.
Kania just came with Taka. They are very busy today. Kania with contract and shooting schedule. Taka had to temporarily take over for Chris' company. Although some were helped with the father, still the largest ration went into the Taka region. And he didn't protest.
"True ma'am, let us accompany Chris tonight." Kania stroked Mika's arm gently.
Mika nodded, rubbed her wet face and looked again at the son who was still faithful waiting for a miracle.
"If anything happens, let me know quickly." Sobbing for a moment. "I prayed, Ega quickly opened her eyes. Pay tired and miss Chris, my son. I can't see the kid, he's just plain silly and spoiled now fragile like this, I can't afford it." Crying in her husband's arms.
"We go home first" said the father, taking his wife to walk away, otherwise the mother would continue to grieve.
Taka took a breath. Looking at the big window, he saw his brother sitting there. Her mother was right. Chris, he's a big guy with a silly and spoiled nature. Not a fragile man like inside. His heart returned to a ragged.
Kania is writhing spoiled on her lover's arm. Rubbing that long arm with a simple swipe. Their gaze met, Kania could see for a moment, the tightness mingled with excessive anxiety.
"Everything must be better, sure everything must be better." Giving a smile brings comfort.
Speakless with a smile and a free hand. Taka rubbed back Kania's hand. Tapping on the lover's temple he knew his lover was trying to comfort him despite the worry of dancing in the chest.
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He held his breath, suddenly his heart throbbed. The bones in his body seemed to have crashed, seeing Ega bounce fifteen meters away. Striking and rolling on hot asphalt. Luckily, a mini-bus can stop quickly a few meters from Ega's body.
After a few minutes, the drivers left to help by contacting the police and the nearest hospital.
Stop nodding, "My pleasure." Drinking coffee in a bottle Taka bought for all of them.
"Is it the same motive? Crazy, he's crazy!" Nando shook his head. All within the limits of his mind.
"He was misdirected, Ega never did anything that could make him have to have a grudge curse." Timpal Taka relax.
The man knows the nature of the candidate of the younger brother, never make things that—or add to the hotter atmosphere. Ega prefers silence, rather than having to shout at the contents of his mind or his heart is sliced.
"Fu*kin' b*tch," Chris swore loudly.
Wildan sighed, everything was getting out of bounds. "Don't just curse, you can just drag her down to the bottom of hell."
The black bead glanced cynically, Chris straightened his back and long legs then leaned back. "I don't want my hands dirty."
"It's so outrageous, he's a killer just to finish the desire."
"You're right, he's like a walking angel of life. Lurking from afar, Shiiit. I don't think he's a demon at all."
They asked, and were angry. Heard Singgih's words. This afternoon the man called. Asking to get together while their girlfriends can accompany Ega.
Chris's hand clenched. Tired of changing the lightning of fire. Striking the side of the sofa tight. Make embedded debam sound.
Chris was still leaning with his eyes closed, the shadow of the lover's terrible condition appeared. Instantly her molars tightened until the jawline was firm and the face was hard.
The petals are open. They all looked at each other with sharp glances. Shuddering. It was as if Chris' gaze was emitting a red laser and was able to split apart whatever the man saw.
"Prepare all." two absolute words said from Chris' red lips.
He will not remove the target. In the business world alone Chris will not want to take off. Moreover this is dealing with the life of his lover.
"What's—"
"You know, you already know." Quickly cut off the words of the brother.
Taka nodded heavily. He should know without asking again, but also not in the face of worry.
"You can give this job to someone else. You don't have to intervene on your own, do you?" Just reprimanding casually hoping that the younger brother does not go out of bounds.
"I told you, I don't want my hands dirty." Stare seriously at all her friends and sisters there. Giving a look of intimidation to Wildan whom he believed the man understood his intentions. "Tomorrow, I want tomorrow." Added her.
The Eyebrows of the Singgih fused sharply. Too surprised. "Tomorrow? Chris too fast—"
Chris glanced over from the tail of the sadistic eye. He sizzled cynically. "Tomorrow, you hear me." His orders, do not want one rebuttal to slide from the mouth of a friend or his brother.
Not wanting to make the atmosphere even darker, Singgih and the others nodded.
Chris stood up and walked out of there without saying anything. Everything there was jolted. When the sound of the door slamming strong, feeling the cold attitude of Chris appeared like before.
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Chris came out of the hospital room. The wet face still faithfully adorned the handsome man's face. Sighing tired he sat between the waiting room benches. His hands massaged the base of his tired nose. He is afraid of false hope.
The foot of the shoe made the man's attention turn. One raw bogem he received from the man who had just arrived. Staring intimidatedly and wanting to kill.
Chris immediately fell down on the cold hospital floor, rubbing his lips visible little blood on the back of the hand. He grimaced from the pain of the man's non-playful punch.
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