Forced to Marry a Disabled Girl
Acquaintance
For one week the Princess fell into a coma, during which time Ben often went back and forth to the hospital, even sometimes he stayed to accompany the Princess, replaced the two girls parents when she felt exhausted after a long day of looking after her.
"Where is the condition of the girl Ben, papa has not been able to go home because there are still many tasks outside the city" said the mother when this afternoon returned to accompany Ben at the hospital.
"Yaudah ma nothing, anyway this is no business as papa, let Ben handle it alone."
"How do you work in Bandung, done?!"
"Udah was handled by Rocky ma." replied Ben, who then sat in the waiting chair, while twitching his throbbing forehead.
"The patient named Putri is conscious, and we've moved him to the inpatient room!" said the nurse who is now approaching him, making Ben move for a moment.
"Have you noticed doc?" tanyanya, who then looked at each other with the mother, now there is a little relief in Ben's heart, because after a week of coma finally the girl was back to consciousness.
Then the Sister invited the two to see the state of the Princess.
"Please!" said the nurse was friendly, while opening the room where the Princess was, then returning with her work.
For a few seconds the eyes of the two met each other, staring at each other, until a moment later Ben was reawakened.
"W-how are you doing, you're better?!"
The princess did not answer, but the little nodding gesture made the Princess convinced Ben, that it was an answer, the girl felt OK, even though in reality it was not entirely true.
"Is there anything you want?"
"Who?"
Ben gnawed, "Oh yeah introduce me Ben, I'm sorry I made you this way" he said with a guilty look.
Ben notices the girl who looks very calm and is fine, is it possible that she has not known about her inner paralysis Ben.
"Hallo baby, meet me Maura, Ben's mom!" maura said with outstretched hands rubbing Gentle Princess's head surrounded by bandages.
"S-I'm aunty's daughter." she replied softly, and occasionally her gaze turned to Ben, who was also staring at her.
"Daughter how many years old son, Ben said when Ben hit the Princess, the Princess came out of a factory during the break."
"18-year-old aunt, I have 6 months working there!"
"That means don't go to college, baby?"
"No aunt."
"Lho why, dear" he said, but the princess only replied with a sweet smile.
"Son?!" Maura clasped the Princess' hand, it felt like she could not bear to say such a bad thing to the little girl in front of her now.
"Why aunt?" he asked, when Maura just silently looked at him with a sad look.
"I'm sorry dear aunt, I'm sorry aunt, because she's a princess like this." she continued, with tears that had run down the river.
"On the Princess's legs?"
"Huh?" maura's cry came to a halt, then turned to look at her in confusion.
"On my crippled foot, I believe one day there must be a miracle" he replied, looking calm and relaxed, very different from his now guilt-ridden self, and so sad to see the condition of the girl in front of him at this time.
"You know, son, where do you know?"
"From the nurse who took care of my aunt, because I had asked about my two legs that could not be moved at all."
"Then how do you feel right now, son?"
"I'm grateful that I was given a chance to live."
"Grandmother dear, aunt and Ben will try to make you recover like before!"
"Thank you so much aunt."
"You're so beautiful, so beautiful, son, and auntie sure not only your pretty face, but your heart too!" maura continued after looking at the face of the Princess who she thought was very beautiful.
Then Maura looked at Ben, gesturing for the man to come closer to her.
"Please take care of the Princess, don't go anywhere mama has a little business outside."
"Honey, okay here, aunt there is a need for a while, if you need anything to ask Ben aja help!" he immediately rushed out of the treatment room.
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"Where is the girl Ma?" said Rama, while loosening a strong circular tie around his neck.
"That's it pa, so mommy wants to talk to each other, there's something important you want to talk about, and it's about Ben and the girl."
"Papa can also really ngerjain mama, he said not to go home, uh know-know already at home." continued Maura with a sour face.
"Yaudah, before you start talking please take papa drink first gih thirst ma, papa new nyampe from outside the city you know, if you forget!"
"Ck, yes papa."
5 minutes later, Maura returned with a large glass of her husband's favorite tea.
"Are you ready for your mom's story?"
"Not yet, papa hasn't had his tea."
"Jaudah gih cepetan drink first."
"Ck, don't you see the tea is still hot like this?" point it, on a glass of tea that is still reflecting hot steam.
"Oh, papa!" reply Maura was anxious, because he wanted to immediately express some things that filled the contents of his head and heart.
"When will you come home?" said a man who then threw his body on the couch, with a face without sin.
"It's customary that if you play sit down, greetings cake first, salim cake!" maura grumbled at Darrel her youngest son.
"Eh yeah forgot ma." she made Maura snort.
"Ben, by the way, is not going back to Bandung?" tanya Darrel, who knew her brother had been in Jakarta for almost a week.
"Ben's problem here is not finished yet Darr,"
"The girl who was hit by Ben's sister was as bad as she was, a really old feeling in her hospital." continued Darrel guessing what he heard at a glance, about his brother who had hit someone.
"You think someone who got hit until paralyzed is bad isn't it?"
"Yes bad, uh severe, mean really bad ma?"
"Yes Darr, so Brother Ben is now again confused, but there is also a good thing, this is a record he was in Jakarta for more than a week."
"Yes too!" reply Darrel.
While in the hospital, in a ward, Ben seemed confused to say what, because he was not the type of man who likes to be friends with women, except his mother, because he was not the type of man who likes to be friends with women, moreover, he has a dark past with his former lover, and since then Ben does not want to be close to just any woman.
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