Miss Your Hugs
Chapter 83
At Grandma Dira's mansion, she had just arrived home. After a few months of leaving the land.
“Toni,” call Grandma who just landed her ass on her cushioned sofa.
“Iya Mistress.”
“Am I going to my grandson's house now? I can't wait to meet him!”
“My advice, not now Madam. It's night, let the young lady rest. Madam should also rest.”
“Ck...! long time to wait tomorrow,” complained Grandma Dira.
“Iya well, tomorrow morning you have to drive me.”
“Iya Mistress,” says Toni.
Grandma Dira got up from her seat, stepped towards her room.
Seeing the departure of his master, Toni breathed a sigh of relief. Finally he can rest, because the journey is quite tiring and plus the work that piles up.
Toni tidied up her things, after she finished she stepped towards her room. As he opened the door, he felt a mobile phone shake in his pants pocket.
Drrrtt.
“Ck..! who called tonight?!” Mumbled.
“Halo, what did you call me? I'm so tired, I just came. Say it! What's up?”
“Sorry sir, I've been interrupting your time. There's bad news.”
“Bad news! What news?” ask Toni who is starting to worry.
“I get word, that the husband of the young Miss is being treated in the hospital,” Said someone behind the phone.
“What pain?” ask Toni curiously.
Toni always asked for help from his men to monitor the grandson of his boss.
“I haven't got any info about it, I only know if her husband is in care.”
“Alright, Thanks.”
Tut..! Tut...! the call ended.
“What Madam is asleep? I'll tell him tomorrow morning,” muttered Toni.
Because telling her now would make Grandma Dira worried, she thought.
***
Elsewhere, Dion steps lethargic inside Erwin's mansion.
“Why is your face so tangled? Breaking up your love. Oh yeah, I forgot you're single now,” Erwin's taunt who just came out of his room.
Dion did not care about the ridicule of his best friend and boss.
“I asked you, not talk to the wall!” exciting Erwin.
“Do you have any problems?” Ask Erwin again.
He was also a little worried about seeing his friend.
“Now, I'm really dizzy.”
“Say if you need help.”
“Do you really want to help me?” dion asked facing towards Erwin seriously. They are currently sitting on the same sofa.
“What?!” erwin asked while squinting his eyes.
“Married to Shamila.”
Suddenly, Erwin punches his best friend.
“Don't just talk, I don't want to get married now!”
“You are, sick know!” dion said while stroking his shoulder.
“Oh yes. I forgot to ask you yesterday. What did Shamila's father say yesterday? It seems so serious, that you talk to him only four eyes.”
“That's what I'm dealing with right now. I'm confused what to do?”
“Shamila's father asked me to marry his son.”
“What? Did I not hear wrong?”
“No.” Dion's short voice while twitching his forehead.
“Why can?”
“I don't know. Currently Shamila is seriously ill, and her age is only a few months.”
“Shamila's sick? What pain?”
“Leukemia stage 4.”
Erwin rounded his eyes, as if he could not believe what Dion had said.
“Serious?” ask Erwin again to make sure.
Dion nodded.
“Gosh! So yesterday Shamila was sick. I did see her face a little pale.”
Flashback.
“What's the Lord? It seems very serious,” asked Dion.
Dion sat on the sofa on the balcony, Shamila's father rested at Dion's feet, giving Dion a reflex to stand up.
“Sorry Sir, why are you struggling like this? Come sit down first,” take Dion to help his father Shamila to sit down.
“Sorry Dion. I don't know where to start, but you have to read this,” said Mr. Anil handed the brown envelope to Dion.
Dion frowned, he still did not understand.
“What is this?”
“Read,” says.
Dion slowly opened the envelope, rounding his eyes. Shamila's name was written on the paper.
“Shamila? Stadium 4?” ask Dion who still doesn't believe.
Mr. Anil nodded.
“I've taken him everywhere but it's hard to be late, we didn't find a suitable bone marrow for him.”
“I need your help. Whatever you ask I will give it, even my life.”
“What do I need to help Mr?”
“Marry my son, this is his last request. I will give some of my company to you, I beg you,” said Mr. Anil with teary eyes while putting his hands together.
Dion's throat was so dry that he could hardly swallow his saliva.
“I beg you,” said Mr. Anil again.
“Ta—but why should you marry me Sir? Even I'm not equal with you guys.”
“It doesn't matter. The important thing is that my son feels his happiness before he is truly gone for good. Shamila loves you, even every day she calls me just to tell me about you.”
“I beg you, whatever you ask I will give you,” said his father Shamila. He rested at Dion's feet.
Dion paused for a moment, then nodded slowly at the sign he agreed.
“Are you ready?” ask Shamila's father to make sure.
“Iya,” Sahut Dion.
Making Mr. Anil smile floating, he unconsciously hugged Dion and repeatedly wiped his tears that almost fell.
“Thank you,” said Shamila's father in a hoarse voice.
Flashback.
“I'm really dizzy now.”
Dion leaned his shoulders against the chair, then turned his face upward looking at the ceiling of the house.
“I'm sorry,” says Erwin.
Dion turned to look at him.
“I always burden you. If only I hadn't turned down that time, maybe I was in your current position.”
“Already, this is my destiny. You don't have to regret that,” said Dion.
“Means you agreed to marry Shamila?”
“Entai!”
“Follow your heart,” says Erwin.
Dion nodded.
“I just feel sorry for Shamila, she just wants to feel like a wife. I'm afraid if we're married later, I'm not the perfect husband for her.”
“Shamila is a gentle woman of her heart and I'm sure you can also be a good husband to her.”
“Yes you're right.”
“You rest first, to refresh your mind when you wake up tomorrow,” said Erwin softly.
“Tumben once you pay attention to me?!” dion looked at him suspiciously.
“As far as you are!” annoyed Erwin and moved from his seat.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“As far as I am, you are not my mother who should know where I am!” Ketus Erwin without stopping his steps.
Dion chuckled at Erwin's grumbling.
Upon seeing Erwin's departure, Dion let out a heavy sigh. He went from sitting with lethargic steps to his room.
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