I'm the Newspaper Seller

25. Angel Goes

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The atmosphere of the hospital room that is still inhabited by Mr. Dewantoro is really now very quiet. After a heated conversation, Mr. Dewantoro fell asleep while Bastian pulled a blanket to cover half the body of Mr. Dewantoro.

Bastian smiled then he kissed Mr. Dewantoro's forehead and he stepped his feet slightly away from Mr. Dewantoro who was still lying there. He reached into the phone and pressed it several times.

Rang...

Bastian was silent for a while as my daughter-in-law someone picked her up there.

"Hello."

The voice from across the street made Bastian immediately smile broadly. He turned to look at Mr. Dewantoro who was still sound asleep there made Bastian look back at the door.

"Hello, sister Melinda-"

"You said what, the hell kept my phone.just now I want to take a break and you're disturbing me again."

"Sorry, brother, if Bastian bothers you, but does Melinda not want to see you?"

"You don't have to, yeah! Say the word Father! Father is what my Papa is not your Papa! Don't know you!"

"Bastian just wanted to say please Melinda came to the hospital to see you. Surely you are also happy to be visited by Melinda's sister."

"You heard, yeah! Don't ever call me because your voice made me sprain."

"But brother, Bastian didn't mean to"

Tut tut tut's...

The severed connection made Bastian close his eyes tightly as Melinda's brother had disconnected his phone.

Bastian. He put his phone in his pants pocket and stepped back to sit by the bed of Mr. Dewantoro. He touched the back of Mr. Dewantoro's hand and gently stroked it.

"I'm sorry Bastian. Bastian couldn't persuade Melinda's sister to come see you. Bastian knows even though Bastian is here next to you but Bastian knows what you really expect to see and accompany you in times of illness like this must be Melinda's sister."

"Bastian is very self-aware, sir. Bastian is only an adopted child even once only the son of a newspaper seller. This also lives a life of wealth only because it was raised to be the son of Mr. Dewantoro."

"But it is true, Mr. Bastian is so dear to the Father even though this Father is not the biological Father of Bastian. I hope you get well soon, sir hopefully get well soon."

Bastian leaned his head on the edge of the mattress while his fingers touched the back of Mr. Dewantoro's hand until slowly the two matany closed and the movement of his hand that stroked the back of Mr. Dewantoro's hand was silent.

Bastian fell into a deep sleep until not long after the eyes of Mr. Dewantoro open. Since then, he hasn't really slept. Both of his eyes were closed but he could hear everything very clearly. Now Mr. Dewantoro really knows who loves him and who doesn't.

Melinda is his biological child but Bastian's affection is greater than his.

"You're too good, son. You did too much good for my father. You can never make you smile but someday you will feel happiness."

"Father of promise."

...***...

Bastian's head moved almost to fall from the edge of the mattress making his eyes quickly open. He woke up from his deep sleep. Both of his eyes are still reddened by sleepiness was glancing at the arrangement of Mr. Dewantoro who looks still asleep making Bastian smile.

He yawned several times then he moved his hand to touch the back of Mr. Dewantoro but, suddenly his fingers that had managed to touch the back of the hand of Mr. Dewantoro he quickly pulled.

His heart was beating very fast. His body almost froze after he felt that the back of Dewantoro's fingers were so cold. He could not understand why Dewantoro's body had become so cold.

Bastian ventured to bring his hand closer to touch Mr. Dewantoro's face.

Indeed, Mr. Dewantoro is now cooling down to make Bastian touch both shoulders.

"Mr! The father! Get up, sir!".call him while shaking the shoulders of Mr. Dewantoro who is not yet conscious.

"Mr! The father!" call him who keeps shaking the shoulders of Mr. Dewantoro.

Bastian's lips trembled violently. So very scared. The images and memories of his mother who had left him long enough were now reflected in his mind.

Is the state of his old mother the same as what happened

with Mr Dewantoro? Did Mr. Dewantoro die Bastian? Bastian shook his head, no way, this is impossible.

"Doctor! The nurse! Doctor!!!" shouted Bastian who ran.

He pushed the door hard and turned left, right, staring at the hall which was so very quiet. I don't know what time it is. So very quiet.

Bastian galloped through several rooms whose lights were still on. A lot of sick people there.

"Doctor! Sister!" bastian shouted, no matter how many people saw him.

"Doctor! Sister!"

"What's up, sir?"

"Please! Help me, Father!"

"Mr Dewantoro?" guess it.

Well, Bastian and Mr. Dewantoro are quite famous in this hospital until the doctors and nurses know him well enough.

"Yes, help! Help me, Father!"

"What's going on?"

"My father was unconscious maybe he fainted!" guess Bastian made the nurse run to call her colleagues and then followed Bastian's steps towards getting into the room.

Arriving in the room Bastian nice very anxious to let the doctors and treatment quickly handle Mr. Dewantoro. I don't know what was done to Mr. Dewantoro to make the body of Mr. Dewantoro jerked upwards when a tool is placed on his chest.

The paired monitor depicts a line there. The voice from the monitor was heard making Bastian even more anxious. Bastian's breathing felt very tight, unable to manage it. He was very afraid of something bad happening to a man who already had so much service for him.

His heart has prayed thousands of prayers. Begging the man not to be taken by God. He still needs that guy. He could not give happiness to the man.

"Sir Bastian!"

The doctor's voice rang out making both Bastian's eyes quickly open. He approached the man in white clothes who stepped closer to him while occasionally he turned to catch in the direction of Mr. Dewantoro.

"How's doctor?"

"I'm sorry. Mr. Dewantoro has passed away."

Both Bastian's eyes were wide. His breath restrained on the chest with both eyes shaking he stared back where Mr. Dewantoro had been covered with a white cloth.

"Died?" His eyes don't believe.

"Yes sir. We're so sorry."

The man in the suit patted Bastian on the shoulder who felt so limp. His strength seemed to just disappear. They all left Bastian, shut the door tight.

Bastian's mouth was open, not expecting the departure of Mr. Dewantoro who was so very fast to leave him. Both legs were so limp that they managed to fall down making both knees hit hard on the floor surface.

He looked down until his tears fell to the floor. Both of his eyes were tightly closed. It felt like his heart was so very sick, it made no difference when the sadness that struck when he found out his mother had left him.

Mr. Dewantoro is not his biological father but why it feels so painful.

Remain with her eyes still blocked by those tears. He looked at Mr. Dewantoro who had been covered with white cloth. No, not Mr. Dewantoro who was there but an angel, his helper angel.

The angel who had helped her and helped her to take her mother to the hospital. For Bastian he was not an old man but an angel, a helper angel and now the angel who had helped him was gone, leaving him for all eternity.