Forced to Marry My Friend's Lover

TMX 11. Storytelling

Seconds by seconds as if slow walking. Gathering boredom in one bond. Desperate was here to unravel it. But what is said if the second is still reluctant to speed up the beat.

Hana was in the hospital for two weeks. Patently the woman takes care of all the needs of the father even though the fatigue is increasingly biting. There was even a time when he also fell ill.

"Okay, for the condition of Mr. Ndaru as a whole has improved Mbak. There's nothing to worry about anymore. If Ms. Hana wants to bring Mr. Ndaru home, I'll allow it."

After examining the father's overall condition after surgery, the young doctor concluded that the state of Ndaru is getting better and better. There are no postoperative complications at all, until there is nothing to worry about.

Hana smiled broadly as she clasped her father's hand. Finally, after being locked up and locked up in this hospital, he was able to breathe fresh air back out there. Every day that he saw only the passing of patients who were sick and the aroma of drugs, will soon return to normal. He could again see the beauty of flowers blooming in the garden and the grains of clear dew that swirled on the surface of the leaves.

"Is that really what Doc is?"

"certain Mbak. Later at home often just train Mr. Ndaru to walk so that the bones in the hands and feet are not stiff and to speed up recovery, can come to the hospital for therapy."

"Okay Doc, I'll do the doctor's advice."

The doctor returns to the room until his shadow is removed from Hana's vision.

"Thank God, we'll be home soon. Father who is eager to recover ya."

Ndaru smiled faintly. He was happy and grateful to be allowed to go home. But there was a speck of incongruity that he felt.

"Son, may I ask you one thing?" asked Ndaru carefully. He was worried if what he asked actually made the child's heart hurt.

"What is it Dad? Please ask."

Hana who previously started packing her clothes and also Ndaru, for a moment she stopped her activities. The woman intensely stared at the stern look on the father's face.

"Has the hospital bill already been paid, son?"

Hana nodded steadily. "Well, all the hospital bills have been paid."

The answer that came out of Hana's lips did not necessarily make Ndaru's heart feel relieved but instead it raised some questions and a sense of wonder.

Where did the hospital fees get from Hana? Who helped Hana to pay the hospital bills? And what does the child do to pay for it? Those were some of the questions that were milling around in Ndaru's mind.

"Lantas, where did you get that hospital fee from, son? The number is certainly not small, right? Where'd you get the money you can pay for Dad's treatment?"

Deg ... Deg ... Degs....

Suddenly Hana's heart beat irregularly. It is beyond prediction if the father can at any time ask about hospital costs.

"E ... Anu Yah, it's Hana..."

Netra Ndaru was instantly perfectly rounded. She recalled that lately there was a trend of young women selling their pride to cover all urgent needs. Ndaru came to think if the princess took that step.

"You're not selling yourself to those striped-nose guys out there, are you, Han?" asked Ndaru with a slightly trembling voice.

Ndaru's heart seemed to be racing along. As if thrashing to get out of his navel. The middle-aged man seemed to be afraid to listen to the reality that would probably sound so heartbreaking.

Hana was stunned when Ndaru suddenly thought nothing of her. Although the steps he took to get out of the pettiness of life is less reasonable, but at least he did not sell himself to the striped men.

Hurry up, Hana shook her head. "No Well. Hana didn't do anything like that at all."

Ndaru stared intently at Hana's netra. Trying to find lies from the look in his eyes. But he found none there. He felt that the child did not sell himself to the striped-nose men.

"Then, where did you get that money from Han?"

"H-Hana was helped by someone Yah," replied Hana with a slight bow of her head.

Ndaru's forehead frowned. "someone? Who's Han? Why is that person suddenly willing to help you?"

Hana straightened her face again. This time it might be a good idea to start telling Hiro about the father. At once to little by little talk about the marriage that he will direct with Hiro. Certainly after Hiro's extended family came to his residence.

"Hyro's name, Dad. Two weeks ago, at this hospital we met because he was also looking after his grandfather who was being treated. Because we talked a lot, we felt like we were a good fit to bring our relationship to the marriage stage."

Hana wants to drown herself in the ocean when she says she talks to Hiro often and feels like a good fit. Because in reality, they never communicate at all except through Nara's intermediary. And there are no matching words because every meeting there is always something to fuss about.

Again, Ndaru was shocked half to death by the story the child brought. "What's? Be married? Y-are you serious, son? Why are you getting married all of a sudden and why don't you ever tell Dad about it?"

"Well, Hana's sorry that maybe all of this happened all of a sudden and Hana's also sorry for not having the time to tell Dad."

"Are you sure of your choice to marry Hiro's son? Isn't this in a hurry to remember your two-week introduction?"

Hana could only nod her head. Right now there was nothing he could do but follow the charade of love between Hiro as well as Nara. If there were any other way, he would take that path. But still there was only a deadlock he found.

"Hana was sure Well, considering the age of Hana who was ripe for a household. And don't you also want Hana to get married?"

A smile spread across the middle-aged man's lips. Right now there is nothing that makes him happy except the news brought by his son. Finally, his dreams to be able to see the child married, will soon be realized.

Ndaru pulled Hana's arm to bring her into the deck. "Dad was so happy to hear it, son. May that man named Hiro always make you happy."

In her father's arms, Hana smiled bitterly. There was a speck of guilt because he had to lie to this man. That feeling was what made Netra Hana dewy and a flash later drip.

I'm sorry, Dad!