
Kiran Larasati, or the familiar in the sapa Kiran. An ordinary woman, who grew up without a mother. 26 Year old girl. Hard worker, and always cheerful.
Rangga Wijaya, a 30-year-old man. A successful businessman, who loved his wife very much, who worked as a Doctor. Firm, and arogant. But actually, Rangga has a good heart. He would have loved so much, if he had really been in love.
Adisty Wirawan is a 28-year-old girl and the half-brother of Kiran. Arrogant, and also had such a great envy for Kiran. And so, crazy about a Rangga Wijaya. Gorgeous
It looked so pale that face, with an infusion hose attached to his hand. Lying weak, with a body lying helpless.
For almost two weeks now, Kiran is lying helplessly in one of the hospitals, suffering from heart failure. Great hope of the woman, so that someone will donate a heart for her. But until now, they had not found anyone, who was willing to donate his heart.
Dian breathed her long breath, again the twenty-six-year-old woman, again found her best friend shedding tears.
"Here you go, I'm very sure that there will definitely be someone who will donate his heart to you" said Dian. The short-haired lady, tried to calm Kiran from her cries.
"But who's Dian? who's who?? Until now, no one has donated their heart to me. While all types of treatment have been done, the results are the same. I still want Dian's life...I still want to live.." cried Kiran. The look of the woman's face looks very desperate, when complaining to her best friend.
"Patience, I'm sure there will be someone willing to donate his heart to you. Didn't Doctor Rani say that she would find someone who would donate her heart to you?"
Kiran's small smile painted on her face, as Dian reminded her again, of Doctor Rani - a young Doctor, who dealt with the illness of the twenty-six-year-old girl.
"All three of Doctor Rani, were able to find someone who would donate his heart to me." And accidentally the gaze turned on a wall clock, and there Kiran found the time had shown at 8:30. "It's hard at half-nine, but why hasn't Doker Rani arrived yet?" ask Kiran.
"Maybe she's still making out, with her husband, who's having that. Ahhe..If only I had a husband, as handsome as Doctor Rani's husband, I'd be so happy."
A pouty mimic framed on Kiran's face, hearing what Dian had just said.
"And are you interested in her husband?"
"Not interested! But I'm unemployed, because I'm not interested in people's husbands at all."
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Rani's face continues to frame a smile, with a round steering wheel that she turns left, and right on the way to the hospital, where she works. Two eyes that were focused on the direction of the highway, suddenly just switched, when suddenly there was a long tone, which greeted his device. The hand was threading long, reaching out to his cell phone which he had stored beside the steering chair. Open the WA application, and find one incoming message in the WA application.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
Rani's small smile painted on her face. When again the woman who works as a Doctor found a message of love, sent by the Husband, Rangga Wijaya.
Slowly drive his four-wheeled vehicle, while dancing his fingers, over the line of letters of his HP screen, while replying to the message.
I LOVE YOU TOO, BABY...LOVE YOU SO MUCH, THAT IT MAKES YOU SO AFRAID TO LOSE YOU.
After replying to a message from her husband, Rani again put her mobile phone, on the side chair. And when the face returned he turned to the front, how surprised Rani when she found a large truck, which was driving in the opposite direction with him. Quickly the woman who works as a different doctor was-twisting the steering wheel, in order to avoid accidents. The accident with a large truck can be avoided, but Rani is unable to stop the speed of the vehicle, because the brakes of the car, can not function.
"No! This is impossible" murmured Rani. The woman's face was so paled, as she tried to stop the speed of the vehicle, but the brakes did not work properly. Even in an accident, he cannot avoid it.
"Aaahhhh.." cried Rani, as the car she was driving approached the roadblock.
BRAAK!" A very echoing sound, when the car that Rani was driving, hit the road barrier. Fresh blood, soaking his face. The gaze of the eyes that look blurry, as if the world is not seen clearly by him anymore, when he wants to pick up. Tears fell, feeling his life soon. Reach that phone, and record the sound.
Make Husband. I also love you so much, love you so much, to make me this, so afraid to lose you. And when you heard this tape, I might not be around anymore." Continuously, shedding her tears. "I want you to do something for me, even if I'm not around anymore. I want you to donate my heart to Kiran, one of my patients with heart failure. I really want his recovery, and hopefully my heart can heal him, from his illness. I love you, baby...Loves you so much. But fate says otherwise, because I must first leave you." After recording his voice, the device slipped itself from Rani's grasp, and he eventually died there.
Road access was jammed, when the deadly accident occurred. Quickly the other road users, approaching the ill-fated car, and there they found a woman who died horribly.
One of the men at the scene tried to make sure he was alive, or died by touching the woman's pulse.
"This woman, she's gone" exclaimed the woman with half a shout.
When everyone at the scene appeared to be pityed by Doctor Rani, who had already claimed his life, there was actually one man who was there, who was very happy with the death of the woman. A small smile she carved on her face, with her fingers reaching for the device in her pants pocket, and contacting someone there.
"Hallo," said the man, at the penelpone across there.
"Hallo, how? Is everything all right?"
"It's done, and he's over."
"alright. I'll transfer your money immediately" replied the penelpone across the street, immediately disconnecting his phone.
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COMPANY GROUP
Two eyes Rangga stretched far, staring at the beauty of the city of Jakarta, from the twentieth floor of his. Long staring, and the two eyes turned to his pants pocket, to reach the phone he kept in his pants pocket.
A small smile carved beautifully on the handsome face of Rangga, found the face of the Wife, on her HP screen.
"I love you so much Rani...Love you so much" muttered Rangga, with a loving look on the wife's face.
Too loving, finally made Rangga decided to contact the wife-Rani. When making the first call, he had to swallow a sense of disappointment, when the call was ignored.
"Why didn't he pick it up? Was he checking, that foster sister? Until I got to my phone, he ignored it!" grunts Rangga. The man's face looked very upset, as his telephone was ignored.
Letting a few minutes pass, and Rangga again contacted his Wife. And this time, a telephone call was answered.
"Callo.." And a foreign voice came, which greeted him.
"Hallo who is this? Where is my wife?! Until you answer the phone call!" The tone of the voice sounded annoyed, as Rangga asked the stranger a question.
"Hallo sir, I'm Sinta. One of the nurses, who works at XXX hospital. Doctor Rani had an accident, and.." she had not finished her sentence, the rich businessman had already interrupted.
"What?? an accident?!"
"Yes, sir,"
"Well, I'll be there now." Immediately put two feet out of the workspace, after the car keys he sambar.
The swing of the legs that Rangga was swinging seemed to be in a hurry, when the two legs, he swung towards the elevator. Due to the overwhelming panic he felt, making the man with a height of 182cm, ignoring Doni his personal secretary, who looked at him strangely.
"Master! Where are you going?" The look of Doni's eyes came throwing, following the direction of Rangga's departure.
The footsteps that Rangga had been swinging at once he paused, upon hearing the cry from Doni. Reversing that body, with a panicked face enveloping.
"You take care of work, today. My wife had an accident. And now, I'm in the hospital. And also cancel the meeting, and my meeting with the client today."
"Good Sir! And if there's anything, call me."
"Alright," answered Rangga, and the two legs returned he continued.