Marry my Raise Brother

Chapter 27

The city of Bandung brought many changes to Ayleen. In the city of Kembang is reimagining his life, apart from the shadows of Erka who always haunts when they are still home.

Slowly, he began to find the rhythm of his life again after being tossed between his two older brothers. Go through college routines and meet new people.

Six full moons passed without notice. During that time also Erka did not visit her parents. Only Ersa regularly visited the luxurious residence of Hutomo Putra every weekend. The youngster will race his black sports car on Friday night and return to Jakarta on Sunday afternoon.

That afternoon, Ayleen who was now allowed to drive his own car had just arrived at his residence when he heard the frantic cry of the mommy from inside the house.

“Please, anyone, please.”

“Mommy.”

Running into the house, he panicked when he found his mommy crying beside Daddy who fell unconscious on the floor.

“Mom, what's up?” Ayleen's confused. His mind was deadlocked instantly, it took him a few seconds to take action.

Veronica was speechless, the old woman was just crying while shaking her husband's unconscious body.

Mom, we're going to the hospital now.” Ayleen helps his mommy stand up and runs out calling the male worker to help lift Daddy to the car.

Before long, two burly men had entered and lifted the body of the old Hutomo Putra into Ayleen's car parked in the yard.

“Mom, let's go to hospital.” Ayleen clasped Veronica's hand tightly. They race with time. As soon as possible you have to arrive at the hospital for action.

Standing in the IGD's room, Ayleen's mind was muddled. He just walked back and forth in front of his mommy who sat quietly while biting his nails.

“Leen, will Daddy be okay?” Veronica could not think anymore. He could only lament and fight with bad thoughts. The husband who shared many things with her for decades is fighting for her life behind a glass door.

“Mom, Daddy must be fine.” Ayleen hugged Veronica fortunately calmed the old woman whose condition was no less alarming. He could see the face of the woman who had been considered his mother was as pale as cotton.

“Erka .. quickly contact Erka. Ersa too, Leen.” Veronic was caught between sane thoughts that arose drowned.

“Yes, Mom.” Ayleen. Too panicked, he forgot to tell his two brothers in Jakarta.

Shaking hands through the phone from inside the bag hanging on her shoulders, Ayleen tried to contact Erka and Ersa.

The continuous tone spurred the heart rate of the 19-year-old girl, making her fear increase. She is alone, mommy can only cry and can no longer make decisions.

“Kak Ersa to where? Why not answer call.” The connecting tone ended and Ersa never welcomed her phone. “A-do I have to call Brother Erka?” Ayleen. He's confused. Six months without greeting, neither meet. It certainly makes him not have more courage.

Veronica's crying voice resuscitated her, she was drawn to the real world and stopped fighting with her inner self. Swiped the phone screen back, and look for the contact number for six months is dead. There was never any more communication either calls, messages, or anything else.

Putting the flat object back, somehow his heart raced like a horse's footstep on the racetrack. Unlike the previous call, Erka answered quickly.

“Ya.” The sound was flat, cold, and no longer as sweet as usual. In fact, Ayleen barely recognized.