Me And The Rich Man's

Chapter 126's

No words have been said from Hanna's lips since an hour ago. Her crying slowly began to subside leaving behind a hiccuping sound. Now Evan has been moved from the Emergency Installation to the treatment room.

Hanna stood in front of a glass window, her gaze pointing at her husband who was lying weakly with various medical equipment attached to his body.

Fahri, Zian and Elma were in the doctor's office to discuss their younger sister's treatment.

"Evan critical. The wound was quite serious and there was a violent clash in the head. Besides, he's got a broken leg." Fahri's words were still imprinted in his memory.

The sound of footsteps chasing each other sounded from a distance. Hanna gave a quick glance, looking as Naya walked hurriedly towards him.

"Hanna, how's Evan doing?" ask the woman with a face full of worry.

Hanna did not answer with a word. However, the tears that came back were enough in response, which prompted Naya to hug him tightly.

"Evan will be fine. Don't worry."

Instead of becoming calmer, Naya's words even made Hanna's cries break even more. The fear of loss is so strong.

"Please find the best doctor who can cure him, sister. I don't want to lose him. We just met a few months ago after a long separation."

Naya fell silent. All he did was try to give strength to his sister-in-law through hugs.

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The mood was silent again. Naya and Hanna were sitting in a long chair. Hanna kept staring at the glass window, because from where she was sitting, she could see her husband. Hope Evan will wake up soon.

"Sir Nay, may I ask you something?" Hanna started the conversation.

"What do you want to ask?"

Hanna was silent for a moment while taking a deep breath.

"How did you meet until you became friends?"

The shadows of the past were recorded in Naya's mind. He can still clearly remember his first meeting with Evan.

"We met by accident fourteen years ago. I was in a hurry to go home. I don't remember exactly what happened because I fainted and Evan helped me. He took me to the hospital and unfortunately, he found out what I kept secret from everyone. I was dying at the time."

"You guys are friends right away?"

"No" he answered with a head. "I first got away from him. I think he's a little weird. Then I needed a job and he helped me. We're finally friends. I work at his cafe. Evan keeps it a secret that he is the owner of the cafe, but Rafli accidentally divulges it."

The woman smiled. He held Hanna's hand.

"Hanna. Evan never really loved me."

The deg!

"I knew it from the beginning we were friends. But actually he just misinterpreted his feelings. She was concerned about what I was going through to mean that feeling was love."

Naya's words carved a frown on Hanna's forehead. Hanna's reddened eyeballs were again inundated by tears.

"Look how easily he forgot me after meeting his true love. You!"

"He even mentioned your name every day of your seven-year separation. Until it makes Rafli bored and complain to me. Rafli said Evan was a bitch. Her lips were hateful but she called Hanna Cabrera's name every day. Isn't that weird?"

Hanna immediately lowered her gaze, holding back tears but in vain, still flowing unstoppably.

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The night is getting late. Hanna entered the room where her husband lay unconscious. He pulled out a chair and sat down on the side of the bed. His chest felt full of stuff.

Seeing her husband's wounded body in some parts, made her heart like it was slashed.

It hurts! However, even to cry Hanna was no longer able.

"You said you'd give me whatever I wanted without rejection. Now I want to ask you something. Are you going to give it to him this time?"

Her hand caressed the pale face, then spread her head on her husband's arm spoiled, as Hanna had done so often.

"I want to ask you to get up and scold me for doubting you. Come on get up and punish me!"

She shook her husband's arm slowly.

"What should I say when the kids ask? And what about your child growing up in my womb? Are you gonna let it grow without you again?"

"Wake up and hug me just once!" Hanna continued to beg until she got tired and hugged her in silence.

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Even the night passed.

Hanna was still asleep when she heard a weak moaning. Slowly, half his consciousness felt a touch at the top of his head and gently stroked his hair.

Thinking this was just a hallucination, Hanna felt reluctant to open her eyes. He chose silence and allowed himself to dissolve in dreams.

"Itsa ..."

The weak call made Hanna spontaneously open her eyes and rub the clear liquid that suddenly flowed.