LILIS - LAMIAH HELL TWO LOVE

LILIS - LAMIAH HELL TWO LOVE
CHAPTER 84: A LETTER



Irsam is God's chosen people. Who always had the opportunity many times in asking his Lord.


If last year she ever with all her soul asked by bowing down prostration and tears asking God to save Lilis while giving birth to Adilla. But look at it now. Even his tears fell again asking God to save Lamiah the second woman.


Irsam is greedy, hypocritical, he is also selfish, all unspeakable swears deserve to be attached to the name of it all humanly. But who is he who is only a nest man of all sins.


However he would release the second woman, it was certainly the best prayer he had asked the woman who would soon bear the status of widow.


But .. didn't she just become a mother. Who is Lamiah, so he must always give up?


There was someone God sent to protect her, comfort her and count on her like Mattew. But why would anyone as good as Mattew have to be taken by the owner so quickly.


May not Lamiah be happy, possessed and possessed by someone who will truly give him true love.


Irsam was still weakly stuck in front of the door, while the emergency lights were still on, a sign that the work inside was not finished completely.


Lamiah's struggle against death is not over. He still holds on to a single hair. If God was on his side, he might still be given the chance to take care of Gary like a mother. But, if the creator determines it is time to go home to isolate Mattew, what can humans do?


"Excuse me sir. The operation is over." A medical team opened the door of the operating room and found Irsam who was even asleep leaning in front of the door, because it was still early morning.


"Oh... How is my wife doctor?" asked Irsam enthusiastically.


"Sorry pa. We've tried our best. However, the heavy bleeding was very bad for his condition. Hopefully he can get through his critical period. The loss of a lot of blood greatly worsened his condition, high blood pressure also made his consciousness decrease. Hopefully not permanent. We'll still do the best we can." Doctor's papar.


"Can I see him doctor?"


"For a while not yet, sir. Still in intensive monitoring by our team." The doctor then.


Irsam was forced to budge, retreating regularly giving way to the doctor who was about to pass in front of him.


Suddenly Irsam returned to their original purpose of coming to this hospital. It wasn't last night they just wanted to see Mattew. But, where and how is that person? Irsam even passed chasing after the blankar that brought Lamiah to another room to be complacent with the circumstances that made him this stiff.


"Eh. excuse me sister. Patient on behalf of Mattew in which room?" asked Irsam after running towards the receptionist.


"Mattew Andre Suseno? ask the nurse to make sure.


"I.iiya may. Last night was still in the ICCU." Irsam knew a little after remembering.


"Oh. yeah sorry pa. The patient has been moved to the mortuary. Once it's ready, it'll probably be with the family soon."


"Huh...? Mattew's dead? don't joke sister.!!" Hardik Irsam rough on the nurse there.


"Where's the mortuary?" ask Irsam back. He wanted to prove himself rather than spend time getting angry with the nurse there.


Then the nurse pointed the direction at Irsam, and stepped in the direction given to him.


Irsam could hardly believe that in a doorway that read The Body Room, it seemed to fill several people with various expressions. Starting from sad, to pura pura tegar.


The sound of crying mixed with the song of sad lyrical praise, also contains strength and comfort there. Slowly Irsam infiltrated himself to enter in order to make sure if the worshipper was the corpse Mattew he knew.


There's a stiff oval body, with full suit, legs, knees, legs tied there. A white cotton stuffed nose also looks so real.


There was a man in a black robe with a white collar holding a book, as the leader of the worship. You know Irsam, that all this time it was true that Lamiah insisted that he did not have to continue his life with Mattew.


Irsam hardly recognized the frail, thin and blue body. It was very much different from the Mattew he knew and talked to a few months ago.


You know Irsam, why his wife was in shock when she walked into Mattew's nursery last night. Irsam understood how devastated his wife's heart was when she saw Mattew's body now.


Irsam remained inside, until the words of Amin, Amin, Amen in the room were sung in unison without the preacher's aba.


Apparently the worship is over. And the family was allowed to return to hold the lifeless body, and then put it in the ready casket next to Mattew's body.


"Sorry.. excuse me, may I pay my last respects to Mattew?" Irsam asked permission from several people who were near the body.


"Yes. please." permission of the middle-aged woman who had not moved from the side of Mattew's head.


"I'm sorry.just looked at you, even when you couldn't give me any more advice. I'll never even hear again the word that ever wanted to be a queen Miah in your life. Thank you for being the moon at night without me. Gary was born, I'll take care of him with my own hands, I promise whatever happens they won't let me go. If you are now close to your Lord, please let me make Mia happy once more in the world. Goodbye Mattew." Irsam said without shame if what he said was heard by anyone. Then inching back, after reciting the prayer according to his own religious teachings.


"Attent. Are you Irsam?" asked a tall thin man a bit of curly hair and glasses. Approaching Irsam who was already on the doorstep of the mortuary room.


"Yes... What's wrong?" Irsam asked remembering, if this guy who last night picked them up and showed Mattew's room last night.


"This is a letter Mattew had prepared before the coma. It was Irsam and Mia." Job offers an envelope with the name Irsam.


"Hm. thank you." Irsam welcomed the letter. "Then who's for Miah?" ask Irsam curious.


"I'll hand it over directly to him. Oh yeah, how's it going after fainting last night?" job asked Irsam who again kept a lump of glass that would crack broken in the corner of his eye.


Seriate...