Married Bad Boy

The Part 100

that bad PREMONITION made his heart beat fast. Widya turned her head around to make sure that nothing bad would happen. Everything in the lobby of the hospital looked normal. People walk here and there casually. Why, what made his heart feel afraid? Is it possible because he is in the most hated place in the world? He better leave the hospital soon.

Widya walked rather quickly across the lobby.he paid no attention at all when a nun rushed past carrying a wide variety of medical equipment on a stainless steel tray. Collisions are inevitable. Everything that the nurse carried scattered on the floor while Widya squealed and then staggered down, not tight, but enough to make people turn to her.

"Are you okay?" The nurse apologized and helped Widya stand up.

"There's nothing to worry about" Widya said.

The sister bowed politely and then cleaned up the things that had fallen earlier and rushed away. Widya had no intention of lingering there. she was about to leave the place when she realized the wedding ring that had originally circled her ring finger disappeared.

"My ring!" Widya hysterically searches for the ring where she fell. No, he can't lose the ring. Can't do.

Is this the meaning of his bad feeling? The wedding ring is gone. Hopefully he did not continue to search and sigh in relief when he found the golden object lying near the flower pot. Widya. When he pinned the ring back to his finger, he somehow remembered Azri.

Jesus, Azri! This is not true, why when he remembered Azri his heart seemed to stop beating? Widya was attacked with fear that made her knees tremble. This bad feeling has nothing to do with Azri, right?

His hand moved itself taking the phone from inside his sweater pocket. He called Azri. He had to make sure the man was okay. Widya called him several times, but there was no answer. He didn't give up. He tried it several times and after the twentyth try he started to panic.

How could one not answer the call up to twenty times? Did Azri leave her phone? Not likely. In a crucial time like this, the phone is the first thing to be carried.

Unless Azri experiences something that makes him unable to answer his call.

Not likely.

Widya tried again with a heart filled with anxiety. He prayed that his fear would not be proven and when the phone was lifted, he breathed his breath out.

"Hello?"

"Is this a relative of the owner of the cell phone?" a foreign voice at the end.

Widya frowned confusedly.Iyang words she almost said had to be swallowed back.

"Why, did something happen to Azri?" tanyanya.

"We from the police want to inform you that the owner of this phone had an accident and is now being rushed to the hospital."

Whahuh?

Like someone had just snatched oxygen from her lungs, Widya suddenly had trouble breathing. His brain froze in shock. So surprised he was not aware that the phone he was holding crashed into the floor and died.

Azri accident....

Accident ....

A CRASH!

Suddenly there was a loud sound from the ambulance siren in another panic. Several nurses and medics rushed to the ambulance. People look with curious eyes. They all gathered near the emergency exit. A person was taken on a push-bed with a breathing apparatus stuck in his nose and immediately rushed to the emergency room.

With trembling knees Widya forced her legs to stand upright.

"I heard he was the victim of a single accident."

"It's awful."

"From his condition I'm sure he won't last long."

"Have you heard what the doctor said? He's the CEO of the bankrupt Pradipta Group."

Whahuh? Widya turned to look at the accident victim.

"From the gossip circulating it said the young CEO tried to commit suicide because of a case in his company."

A suicide? Azri tried to kill himself? No way! Widya immediately ran after him still hoping that what happened today was a dream. He could not live again if Azri died.

Widya had not yet arrived at the emergency room when she saw Aunt Swari and the butler rushing away towards the IGD room. They looked very panicked, even he had seen Aunt Swari crying. He could only peek from afar after arriving there.

"Is my nephew really in an accident? No way, we just saw it go. How can."

Aunt Swari held back the tears. Just like Widya, the woman also rejected the fact that Azri had an accident. "We found this in the victim's suit pocket."

The police handed Azri's wallet over. Aunt Swari received it with trembling hands. When she opened it and found Azri's identity card inside, her cries broke.

"Mrs!" The butler's head greeted Aunt Swari's staggered body from not being able to withstand the grief.

"Impossible, Azri!" He shouted for Azri who was fighting for life inside. A few seconds later, the woman collapsed.

Widya fell in her place. He closed his mouth with both hands to suppress his crying. Azri really had an accident. He could faintly hear the police explanation about the chronology of the accident. Horrifically. Widya couldn't hear it. He could not even imagine how terrible Azri's current condition was. He can only pray to God.

May he not take Azri's life.

"Mrs, are you okay?" A nun approached him, helping Widya stand up.

"I'm fine." Widya asks the sister to leave her alone. she wants to be alone. she doesn't want anyone to see her like this. Fragile, miserable, and miserable.

There was nothing he could do, not being able to appear in front of his family to worry about the man together. He felt useless and stupid.

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