Mr. Mobster
#The Hope of a Father
Mr. Mafia chapter 70
Areta blinked her eyes, her vision blurred. His head was heavy as if he had been hit by an object weighing a ton. He held his own head while grimacing in pain. He sharpened his eyes, scanned the entire room and asked in his heart.
'I where?'
Not far from his bed, his eyes caught a familiar figure to him. Husband, Kian. He was asleep on the couch, and as he looked out the window, Areta had seen the sky dark. The sun had already sunk and returned to his quarrel.
He glanced at his wrist, an infusion hose was attached there, and chose not to care about it. What was on his mind at this moment was, waking up the husband. Then he looked at Kian again, calling out in a weak voice.
"Kians... It's getting!"
But the man did not hear it, he still fell asleep hugged tightly by his beautiful dream. He shook because he did not hear the weak voice of his wife.
Until Areta decided to get out of bed, she grabbed the infusion fluid and took it with her right hand, the woman approached the husband, then gently shook the man's body.
"Kians... It's getting!"
Once again he called out the name, and this time Areta managed to wake him up. Her husband moved and opened his eyes. He looked at Areta, but his eyes were a little fuzzy, so he seemed to struggle with rubbing his eyes so that his gaze became normal.
"You're sober?" asked Kian in a hoarse voice, typical of someone who just woke up.
"How is he doing?" ask Areta.
"How's who?" tanya Kian did not understand, then a second later he only knew if what Areta meant was the father. "She–has passed her critical period."
Areta breathed a sigh of relief, she was unable to hide her face which was emitting an aura of relief.
"Do you want to see him?" ask Kian.
"No!" areta replied firmly.
Areta walked back to her bed, now Kian had gently rubbed the woman's body.
"Call the doctor, to release this infusion, I want to go home soon. My chest's tight if I keep being here." Areta said while putting on a face.
"But, right.... " Having not had time to finish her words, Areta had cut her sentence.
"Please!" Areta's hand cupped as she pleaded.
Kian no other choice but to comply with the request of the wife, but Kian wanted if his wife remained in the Hospital for a few days.
Kian pressed the emergency call button from Areta's room, so that the doctor immediately came and removed the infusion attached to Areta's wrist.
It didn't take long, a nurse came over, and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Please let go of my wife's intravenous fluids, she is well now, Sus," replied Kian.
The nurse's eyes looked at Areta and Kian simultaneously.
"I called the doctor first, to check on Mrs Areta" he replied.
"Yes. please," said Kian.
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When all was done, Areta was about to get out of bed. Suddenly Kian grabbed Areta's body, carrying her easily and then walked out of the VVIP inpatient room. It made the nurses and doctors who deal with Areta appear to shake their heads in surprise. While Mark headed for the administration room to pay for all of Areta's maintenance bills.
"Take me off! I can walk by myself!" screeched Areta, her hand hitting Kian's chest, but her eyes scanned the surrounding area.
"Let me spoil you!" answer me, smiling with satisfaction.
The mafia is now little by little changed, he is easier to smile at this time. Perhaps the saying goes, a bab*ingan will change when he finds the right woman. And it happened to Kian Egan at the moment.
Kian sat his woman's body in their car, then he also entered, not waiting for a long time. Their driver started the engine and raced through the streets of Bougenville at night.
Kian grabbed Areta's head, and broke down in her arms. The affection he had for Areta was so deep that he did not want to lose this woman.
"How long have I fainted, Kian?" ask Areta.
"A few hours," said Kian, stroking Areta's hair gently. "Didn't you want to meet, The Rock?" added Kian again.
Areta let out a long sigh, then said, "I don't want to make her health bother with my unstable emotions."
More and more silent, drifting in his own mind his hand still gently stroking his wife's hair.
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Elma looked at her husband's pale face and her eyes closed. He was so powerless to see that, that several times his tears came. What sins did they commit until God gave trials in their twilight years like this.
Addison's eyes began to blink, he seemed to be circulating his gaze sweeping across the room with his sense of sight. Slowly he looked at his wife who was still down not knowing that Addison had opened his eyes.
"Honey.... "
Elma immediately regained her senses, and raised her head. She hugged the body of her husband with relief.
"You're back?"
Addison nodded weakly.
"I have to answer for all my mistakes, when I didn't realize that I heard my son's voice calling my name." Addison's voice looked weak.
'Yes, it's true, he called your name, Add'
Elma said, not telling the truth to her husband.
"Maybe Areta called you in her prayer, Add," said Elma.
"Do you think my son prays for me?" addison asked enthusiastically.
"Sure!" Elma wiped her tears with her own hands. "You have to stay alive, and healthy. In order to re-group with me and persuade your son" he added.
"It was very difficult" said Addison, as if he had given up on the situation.
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Thank you for waiting and always being faithful.
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