I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

a donor 3

Kunia lowered her hand and took out her purse from the bag.

"This is my ID... I actually have the same blood type." Kuni showed me her identity card, with her trembling hand. Zaeni who noticed it immediately chuckled.

"I can't possibly force people to donate blood. If he's afraid himself."

"A– I'm not afraid!"

"You're not scared, are you?" Zaeni approached, then touched her forehead. Soft wipe. "What is this cold sweat?"

The woman grinned. "A little, but that's okay. Let's check my blood. For Delia."

Zaeni chuckled again, reflexes wanting to rub his head but not so. He lowered his hand and clenched.

Must know the limits... He's Devano's wife. (Zaeni)

"Think about it, just... What if you faint?"

"I'm not gonna faint... I'm sure a thousand percent. C'mon fast!! I can easily change my mind about it." Kunia packs her fears in a cheerful tone, but that actually makes her look more rigid.

Zaeni also shook his head, while chuckling.

"Well, let me check for a minute" walked over to the sink to wash his hands, pushed the trolley containing the medical crib, and then approached Kuni again.

"Sit down casually." take Zaeni with you while you sit down.

"Emm. yeah." Back to his ass. Staring at the man before her was wearing a mask that covered her mouth and nose. After that latex gloves.

"I asked once again..sure, yes?"

"Yep–"

Zaeni's eyes narrowed the sign he was smiling, to him.

He took out a package containing a small new needle, attached it to a pen-like device. Then put his hand up.

"Where are your hands."

*Glee...

I can, definitely can. Don't faint Kunia. Everything will be fine. For the soul of humanity, for the life of such a sweet and beautiful child. A little songong*.

Hesitatingly raised his hand, handing it to Zaeni.

"Ti's... Doesn't hurt, does it?"

"Haha... He said sure? Now ask like that."

"Yes, just make sure."

"No pain really," Zaeni pulled it closer, after which pressed once the tip of the top of the tool. until the needle in it pierced quickly to the tip of the middle finger of Kunia.

"Sssssssssshh..." Grimaced.

"illness?"

"I'm just surprised, but it doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't really hurt." He said gently, before attaching it to a thin special glass medium, examining it by mixing again the blood droplets using a special liquid. He also smiled faintly. "Okay, now I'm going to take a little sample of your blood huh? To be taken to the lab."

"Iya–" Kunia again tensed up, as the man took out another tool. Like a small elastic belt, fasten it on the upper arm of the elbow.

"It hurts a little... If you can't stand it, you can bite my arm."

"Heeeeeee... What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm just kidding, so you don't get tense." Zaeni chuckled, he had already prepared his injection device. After examining Kunia's veins, before pricking the needle into it.

"Let's..." Erang.

"Hold a minute." Zaeni pulled the injection stick a little. He also took the needle out of Kunia's hand, after it was finished and closed it with a small plaster.

His eyes glanced at Kunia who was still turning her face from fear.

Kunia turned her head slowly, making Zaeni turn her gaze away.

"su– is it?"

"Yes.." she answered. Rearranging the tools, then calling a nurse to take a sample of Kunia's blood. "You wait here, first huh? Because I have to go to the ICU."

"Emmm, how long the results come out."

"Yes." Yeah."

Both of them turned to the door when they heard the knocking.

"Come–"

The door was opened by a nurse. "Excuse me Doctor, I'm about to take a blood sample."

Zaeni. Grabbing a small box containing impulses that have blood belonging to Kunia.

"Check this, does it match Delia. Then immediately tell me the result," hand it over.

"Okay, Doctor." After receiving it he nodded once, and came out again.

The man turned back to Kunia. "I'll stay first..."

"Yes, Mum." Kunia smiled, as did Zaeni who replied to that before leaving her room.

Klaaapp... Door's shut tight. Kunia sighed, gently rubbing the injection marks earlier.

"It doesn't hurt as much as it does in my shadow... Hopefully fits. Delia, you need to get out of your critical period, and then argue with me again." Smilingly.

***

Somewhere else...

Devan, and Andre are already standing in front of a special psychiatric hospital.

He took off his sunglasses. Looking up, the glass walls in the hospital building reflect the sunlight.

Before this, Devan again arranged a meeting with Ms. Asmia. He explained what he had heard, saying; If Lady Lili and Secretary Erik had not transferred it? Likely, the big madam was still there.

A less-than-obvious recording left Devano's hands clenched. He completely condemned the actions of the two demons.

If only something bad happened to her. Devan will not hesitate, strangling the neck of the woman who had been thought to be her biological mother.

"We're in now, sir?" Ask Andre.

Devan took a long breath. Scared, really scared. It was not for facing the men who were the vanguard for Lilian and Erik. Instead, afraid to see the condition of his grandmother.

"All right, I'm ready."

"Let's Mr..." Andre allows Devan to walk first, entering the hospital area that handles patients with mental disorders.

In deep...

Andre spoke to a receptionist standing guard. Negotiate, because the woman dressed as the nun gave no other answer than the word: Can't, sir.

When Andre asked for permission to enter one of the special rooms above.

Devan showed me his identity card.

"I am the son of the owner of Diamond's corp. Do you still want to hinder me?"

The nurse shook her head politely, while slapping her hands in front of her chest.

"Please forgive me Mr. Devano. All for your safety too. Because the room is undergoing renovation," he replied.

Andre grasped a facial expression that was enough to make him believe that the woman was lying.

"In that case, we would like to meet with the chief director." Andre chimed.

"Emmmm. Wait a minute, sir." Grabbing his office call. Pressing one number button, after that stick the phone handle to near his ear.

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Meanwhile, back to the hospital where Delia was treated.

Secretary Erik got an incoming message from someone...

(Mr Erik, sorry if I just sent a short message... Currently, young Master Devan is in this hospital. He forced to check the room occupied by Mrs Briana. What am I supposed to do? Should I move the big madam to another VVIP ward?)

Secretary Erik was silent, not wanting to answer.

Look at the message carefully. Then he turned to Delia. The facial lines that follow nearly sixty percent of Lili make her remember her. He replies to the message, typing something he doesn't know. Long enough, then put his phone back on the table after the message was sent.

Seriate...