I'm taking you off, Mas!

Big Plan

Weeping was created in the treatment room that morning. Apologies do not stop saying from Mr. Rio's lips. The old man also removed the breathing apparatus he used when hugging Yara.

"Papa's been very guilty of you, son. Sorry papa!" said Mr. Rio in between his arms.

Yara gently rubbed the old man's shoulder before her. "Enough, pah. I've forgiven papa and Mba shafa, we start a new life.forget all that has passed." Keep sipping yara give to make Mr. Rio feel calm. Mister Rio slowly released his embrace.

"Your heart is like your mother's, son. I feel that regret will never forget. Papa really sees Mama Mira in you."

Mr. Rio again sobbed with his head bowed. The regret that the old man felt deepened. Yara hugged him again as if venting the longing she felt. Yara could also see the heavy regret her father felt.

"Papa is grateful to still be able to meet you, son. Otherwise, this regret would be the same as regret for Mira. Regrets that will be carried to death" said Mr. Rio in his tears.

"Papa don't talk like that. I'm sure mom forgave papa before he left. Mama always told me that papa was a good man in her life."

Hearing Yara's words, Mr. Rio grew sobbing deeply. Yara again calmed her down with a gentle swipe on Mr. Rio's shoulder.

"Grandfather," call Dhiya.

Yara released her embrace on Mr. Rio's body. Immediately Mr. Rio turned his head towards the source of the voice. "My granddaughter," said Mr. Rio, both corners of his lips were interested in seeing the little girl. Then spread out his arms as if asking Dhiya's son to come closer to her.

Dhiya did not immediately approach, the little boy first looked at his mother, the beautiful woman who was currently at the side of Mr. Rio was waving her back. Asking Dhiya to get closer to him.

Dhiya nodded in response. Soon he turned to Shafa who was embracing his body. Dhiya also asked the woman for permission. Shafa smiled and let go of his embrace.

Slowly Dhiya approached Mr. Rio. Arriving at the side of the bed Dhiya stood near Yara.

"Sir, salim used to be with grandfather!" decreed Yara.

Dhiya quickly reached out to the old man who was looking at him happily.

"Smart child" said Mr. Rio after Dhiya kissed the back of his hand.

"Grandfather healed quickly so he could play with me," said Dhiya.

Rio sir nodded his head slowly. Then she smiled at the little boy in front of her.

"My smart grandson, pray for grandfather to be able to invite him to play, yes, x said Mr. Rio while slowly scrambling Dhiya's hair. It was like hugging and holding his granddaughter but what a force of circumstances did Mr. Rio not allow to do that. Mr. Rio's breathing again tight after he talked a lot with Yara and Dhiya. Erza who realized that immediately approached her in-laws. Erza was about to put on the breathing apparatus. But Mr. Rio refused.

"Papa does not want to wear it," said Mr. Rio still with a sigh but slowly the old man was able to balance it.

"But Papa needs this," said Erza who wanted to attach a breathing apparatus to her father-in-law.

Mr. Rio again shakes his head. The old man grabbed Erza's hand.

"The one you need isn't that, but Yara. Thank you for bringing my daughter back" Rio said.

Yara smiled hearing that. The beautiful woman re-embraced her father, then turned to look at Syafa.

"Mba Shafa, here!" Yara waved at Syafa.

Syafa smiled back at him. He looked towards the Gita. The woman who was always there for Syafa also smiled back at him.

"It is time for you to gather" said Gita and stroked Syafa's shoulders. "Attend them!" gita's Word.

Syafa nodded, then the woman walked over to Yara and Pak Rio.

Syafa hugged Rio and Yara. The three of them hugged each other warmly. Mr. Rio's crying broke again in the arms of his two children.

"Papa is very happy today. Papa is happy, you are already in my arms," said Mr. Rio. The old man then turned his head to Dhiya who was standing glued to look towards him "Here, my grandson!" call Mr. Rio to Dhiya.

The girl drew closer to Rio.

The four of them threw smiles at each other, releasing the happiness that each felt.

'They've regrouped, Mir. I hope you can see it from heaven.'

Inner Gita. Not wanting to disturb the togetherness of papa and the child, Gita chose to go out from there.

Gita nodded her head as she passed Erza who was standing not far from her. No words were said to Erza. Just a polite smile that Gita gave because the woman felt foreign there. The same Erza retorted to Gita. Getting out is the best option. Because Gita is aware of who she is, a woman who does not have any relationship with Mr. Rio, Yara and Syafa. Seeing them already with Gita also felt happy. Not wanting to linger any longer, Gita left the room. Even without saying goodbye to Rio. The man who was always in his heart. Gita went in silence.

'Thank you for always being there for me and Syafa, Git. I will never forget your kindness. Forgive me for not being able to return your feelings from before. My dear to you is greater as a friend. And we will remain that way, for this love belongs to only one Mira. Even though he no longer existed in this world. Thank you, my friend!'

Mr. Rio's mind was secretly watching Gita's departure. The man was not unwilling to prevent Gita's departure. At other times he would talk to the woman alone. At this time Mr. Rio did not want to miss his cooperation with Yara and Syafa.

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Outside the room, someone saw the togetherness of the family that was gathering. The spirit he gathered from home to meet the princess and the woman he was waiting for was stalled.

Afkar, the man momentarily fell silent. He realized when he saw the unification of Yara, Syafa and Pak Rio directly in front of his eyes. The happiness that was so clearly visible from Yara's face. The woman who once filled her heart even to this day. He may try to cover up his feelings. Still can not be denied, the name Yara is still attached to his heart.

"Ay, finally your greatest wish can be realized at this time. You can hang out with your brother and papa. I'm happy to see it." Afkar lowered his head. He was reminded of his desire to reunite with Syafa. "It turns out that Syafa is right. I shouldn't have thought about going back to Shafa. How stupid is this." Afkar regretted himself.

A great sense of regret Afkar felt at that moment. Feeling nothing there, Afkar turned around. Just like Gita, Afkar chose to leave the place despite not having met with Yara and Dhiya.

But Erza had first realized its existence. Erza came out after Afkar. But before saying goodbye to Yara and the others.

"Afkar," called Erza while Afkar was in the hospital lobby.

Afkar turned and turned his body. The man did not expect that Erza was following him. A look at the smile Afkar gave when he saw the figure of Erza who was in front of him.

"How are you, Za?" greeting Afkar who was limping towards Erza then extended his hand.

"Propapi, fine. Can we talk to you for a second?" Without further ado Erza immediately invited Afkar to talk and sit together.

Afkar replied with a soft nod. "Can" Afkar replied.

"How about we talk in that restaurant over there!" Erza pointed to the restaurant opposite the hospital. "To be more comfortable when chatting," he continued.

"Can."

The two men who were once rivals walked towards the restaurant. Two pairs of eyes were watching Erza and Afkar from a distance.

"You sure you want to do this?" ask a man to his man friend.

"Very sure. We wait until the time comes. I'm sure the little boy we saw was his son. I've seen it clearly from the photo in Afkar's wallet. I have to make Afkar feel the consequences of his actions as I do. My life has been difficult since I became a fugitive like this" said Jono. The man continued to follow Afkar for a grand plan.

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To be continued

Hii... All my loyal readers.

We apologize profusely for not updating the new chapter in almost a week.

The author is still grieving. Mother's sister died. And we have one roof. He and I were pretty close too.

tomorrow is the 7th day of his departure.

and sorry in this chapter if the plot is less srek. still not full for 😔🙏🙏

Thank you for reading.