Married Bad Boy
Part 101s
Azri's friends came one by one. Jhors, Ki Bum, Bobby, and lastly Ryan. They were all there to worry about Azri. He cannot remain silent. It should be there too. He almost appeared when he saw Lia rushing to the front of the IGD room. His steps stopped immediately.
"How's Azri doing?" ask her with tears. "He'll be fine, won't he? Tell me!" He shook Bobby's confused arm.
Widya gripped the end of her shirt. He regretted that Lia's appearance prevented him from being there.
The operation took a very long time. The people waiting outside started to get exhausted. Widya did not move even a little in her place. Sitting in a corner that will not be seen by people who do not pay attention to God, hoping for the best for his beloved man.
While waiting, he daydreamed. The shadow of his friendship with Azri again rotated in the retina of his eye. So clear and happy. When they quarrel, laugh, hug each other while sleeping, and his smile can no longer be hidden when he remembers the memory of how beautiful the man was when he smiled.
Oh my God, don't let that smile go away. Azri, however, must stay alive. There is still much he has to fight for. There are still a lot of unfinished problems. It can't end like this.
That stifling waiting period ended the moment the operating room red light went out. Everyone was waiting for the doctor to come out. Widya crawled up and peeked as she heard the sound of excited rafters.
Aunt Swari hurriedly approached the doctor, "How is my nephew doing?”
The doctor exhaled heavily, finding it difficult to answer Aunt Swari's simple question "The critical period is past. The patient had multiple injuries to the shoulder and hip. But for now his condition is fine."
Everyone sighed in relief. So is Widya. "No internal injuries happened, right?" ask Ryan worriedly.
The doctor nodded.
"Will he be fast?"
"We can't be sure. This surgery does not guarantee the mental state of the patient. The patient may experience shock that makes him long to wake up. We can only hope for the best."
The seconds before the accident happened, it repeated like a movie being turned upside down. Azri vividly remembers how she cried seeing Widya smile even though it was just a shadow. He felt very blessed to be able to look back at that beautiful smile and then came the shadow of Lia Fernandez. The girl in the same manner as Yuna tried to influence her mind.
Marry me, I promise you the glory of Pradipta Group.
Azri was caught up with the offer. Maybe that was the only way out for the problem he was facing. Then reappeared the figure of Widya who stood holding a boy waving to him. Azri. He was at a crossroads that didn't give him time to choose. When he decided to approach his wife and child, their figure vanished. His body immediately froze. He's dumbfounded.
There is no other choice, marry me. If you choose your wife, you will be finished.
Lia's voice was like a whisper of a demon that made her ears buzz in pain. Azri shouted, he did not want to. He could not choose that choice.
Well, if that's my only option for survival, then I'd rather die.
His hand worked involuntarily, slamming his wheel to the right so that his car hit the car in another lane and then slammed out of the road. His body hit here and there. The pain invaded all over his body and he felt something warm running down his temple. Blood, his whole body bleeding. Before the car was restrained by an electric pole and stopped completely, he was unconscious.
Am I dead already?
That was the first question Azri thought of when he stood in the middle of a brilliant green meadow. There are no buildings as far as the eye can see. Only the blue horizon with clouds was marching as he looked up at the sky. A gentle breeze spread the fragrance of spring flowers as he breathed in the air.
Is there no one else here? Azri walked and kept walking. Every time he stopped stepping because a flash of memory was clearly projected in front of his eyes, like watching a movie in a movie theater.
Memories of when he first left for school, when he learned to ride a motorcycle at the age of 13, when he first had a big fight with his father, when his mother died, her encounter with Yuna, and the last one that had stunned her for so long was the memory of the time she first met Widya Lovarza. The girl fell in front of him, boldly saying she had come to ruin his life.
Azri smiled with tears flowing. la wonder why he used to want to make this girl miserable because at this time the most he wanted was actually happy. God, I love her so much.
"She's so pretty, son."
Azri turned his head, surprised when he realized beside him now stood the figure of his late mother. Looking young and beautiful in a white dress. His mother's gaze focused on Azri's memories of Widya in front of him.
"really. She's my wife. Didn't I introduce her to Mom?" azri recalled the memories when she invited Widya to visit her mother's grave.
"Are you happy living with her?"
"Nobody makes me happy anymore than that."
"Your happiness is my happiness too" said her mother slowly. "Are you willing to leave him at this time?"
Azri did not take her eyes off for a second. "No. Although I was tired of living, I realized I could not leave her alone in this world.“
"Oh, kid you're not even in his world right now."
"I knew. I might be dead." Azri looked at herself and then her mother. “If not, how can I meet you."
His mother smiled, "What is your greatest desire right now?"
Azri fell silent, turning her eyes to Widya's shadow. Tears suddenly flowed in the corner of his eyes. "I'd really like to meet Widya."
No one saw any tears flowing from the slit of the eyelid of the sleeping man in the ICU room. The heart rate detection machine still shows irregular up and down lines. Various life support tools stuck in the man's body. He looked so peaceful, so calm like someone who wanted to rest from the depths of the world.
Screaming door opened, Widya entered with a slow step wearing a mask and hospital clothes provided specifically for relatives who want to visit ICU room patients. He saw Aunt Swari sleeping in the waiting room. It's midnight now. There will be no sisters or anyone who will prevent her from seeing Azri.
Widya sat on the bedside chair. Staring sadly at the unconscious Azri. His head was wrapped in bandages and his face was covered in bruises and bruises. Even for breathing Azri needs a breathing apparatus. Widya had to bite her own lips so that her cries could not be heard.
Her husband, the man she knew so strong, tough, and fearless of anything was now lying helplessly with wounds all over his body. Which woman stays to see her man like this?
With tears in her eyes, Widya clasped her husband's hand. He realized that no matter how hard he held it, no matter how hard he cried, the man would not wake up to hold him. Her husband is asleep. God gave him time to rest after so many trials.
"Azri." Widya touched her fingertips carefully on Azri's cheeks. "You know what the rules are when you decide to go to sleep?"
As much as Widya's energy held back her sobs. "Never forget to wake up.”
The man didn't even respond. The absence of a reaction from the man made Widya's throat choked why did this happen to Azri? So much suffering that this man has experienced, why should this accident be added as well?
"What would happen to me if this man's smile could never be seen again?“ grumbling hoarsely.
His sight blurred back. Although Widya knows this is the fate that Azri has to go through, but she still blames the people who made her husband experience all this.
Lia is the cause.
All of this was Lia's fault. The whisper echoed clearly in his ear. Widya raised her head. Yeah, everything that happened was caused by that rotten girl. He who had disturbed Azri's quiet life. Remembering his name, his heart was already rumbling.
Suddenly Widya's heart is filled with vengeance that makes her demand blood. Although he could not kill her, at least the girl had to feel half the suffering of Azri and herself. Widya.
"Lia, haven't I warned you not to hurt my husband?" the whisper was slow and sharp. "I'll make you regret making Azri like this."
Widya bent her body to lightly kiss Azri's forehead.
"Don't worry. You sleep here quietly, so let me fight for you."
Filled with determination to demand a reply, Widya stepped away from Azri's room. Her brain was already filled with ways to teach Lia a lesson. He will make the girl die slowly, slashed by pain a thousand times more stinging than felt by herself and Azri.
***
Widya was right, Lia did regret her actions. Since the accident was two weeks late, the girl sat daydreaming in her office room. He has received word from the hospital that Azri's condition has remained the same to date.
"What should I do!"
Lia groaned with regret. Until now he still does not believe in the accident experienced by Azri. He would rather die than marry her. A reality that made his entire body tremble. It can't work properly.
All the projects he handled were a mess. Everything because he felt devastated.The fateful events experienced by Azri made his life pattern chaotic.
"Am I that bad? Am I really that horrible?" Lia hugged herself.
Is this what Yuna felt when she found out that she would not be able to be with Azri? Why, why should he feel the same pain? Is it because Yuna's heart is beating in her body? Or is the feeling of love that Yuna has?
"Are you happy?"
Lia raised her head. Her lips grimaced to see Widya Lovarza standing in front of her. The cold stout and confident attitude of her made Lia stiffen.
"Look, I once told you to leave this country. Then what are you doing here? How did you get past the security of this building?"
"I'm wearing this."
Widya shows the free pass that Lia once gave to Azri to be free to enter and exit the GN Group headquarters without having to go through the security section.
Lia immediately sneered, “Ah, I forgot you are still Azri's wife. All right, now tell me what you want. If you want me to release all of Pradipta Group's debts, you're meeting the wrong person. You can ask my father."
"No, you're mistaken" Widya argued coldly. Without being told he occupied one of the sofa sets in the room. "I just want to pay off my promise."
"Promise? Ah." Lia clapped her hand. "So you came to kill me? By what, I'm sure you passed the metal detector on the front door. Do you mean to kill me with your bare hands? I'm sorry that my room is being monitored by full 24-hour CCTV so you'll be arrested before I die. Yeah, if you want to strangle me with your bare hands."
Widya smiled. "What about poison? I pretended to help you serve coffee while I inserted a poison that you would unconsciously drink" he said confidently.
Lia's face hardened, "Then I won't give you a drink."
Widya's expression was not affected by her joke. This girl seems determined to kill me, damn it.
"Before I kill you." Widya. "I want to ask you a few questions."
"What if my answer satisfies you'll go?" Lia who felt threatened said in a fierce tone.
Widya is not listening. He calmly walked over to Lia.
"First, why do you want to avenge Yuna for the Pradipta family? Do you think that's your job?"
"They deserve a lesson for having made Yuna suffer before her death" Lia stuttered.
"Secondly, why are you so sure Yuna suffered at the end of her life that she wants you to avenge her?" Widya kept pushing forward.
Lia backwards. His back then hit the wall. "It was clearly written in the last letter Yuna left me! If you don't believe me I can show it to you."
Lia opened her desk drawer, ruffled it with a craze move and after finding it she showed it to Widya.
"Look, you believe me, don't you? They are cruel, a terrible family. All they can do is oppress the weak."
"Third, how can you be sure this is the letter Yuna wrote? What if this is a fake letter?"
Lia laughed, "Impossible, Yuna couldn't possibly trick me. He's not the kind of person who's going to play around with other people."
"Alright, then the last question, ' 'is sure it was written directly by Yuna?" you
That instant also Lia could not find the answer. His mouth was trying to throw something, but not a single word was spoken.
No, he's not at all sure. He also cannot prove it.
CONNECT ....
