Must Choose 2

Previously

#Revan Pov's'

I am currently accompanying my sister, Zania, to see the circumstances of Devan, who was said to have been in an accident and is now unconscious after the incident occurred. The situation of Devan was from sources that were obtained was alarming, because the car that was boarded was destroyed in the front because it collided with other cars.

Zania who is currently sitting in the passenger seat next to me is very anxious and always makes a prayer for Devan's safety. I who see my sister's condition like this feel touched. Wh why?. Because my sister has found the person she truly loves. From this fear and anxiety, I could tell she was Zania, my sister who used to love Devan so much as a teenager. Zania is back.

I smiled knots and drove my car back through this blind morning to where Devan is currently being treated.

Until we arrived at our destination. I went straight to the registration section and asked Devan's room to be located. We headed straight to the patient's room after being notified. But what do we see, when we get there?. There was another woman beside Devan and also Devan's parents waiting there as well.

I glanced towards Zania. He's still in his position right now: standing not so far away from me. I also wanted to walk towards my sister, but I paused. Because I wanted to ask Bastian who is Devan's father about Devan's current state and the woman sitting next to Devan.

"How's Devan om, Auntie?"I asked directly while still paying attention to Zania who was still not moving from where she stood. I know he's feeling anxious right now.

"He hasn't regained consciousness since Van's accident. Om only know this, because the nurse here called" replied om Bastian who then looked towards Zania.

"How can an accident like this happen?"ask me to turn Bastian's gaze to me.

"Head injury and surgery is needed, and chances are Devan will experience temporary memory forget. 30 minutes later, he entered Oka's room" replied Bastian, who I only nodded his head.

and I looked up at my sister standing up, but she came out with aunt Maria who was Devan's mother. So at this time in Devan's room is me, Bastian and the woman who is currently on Devan's side.

"and if I may know, who is this woman?"I asked while looking at the woman beside Devan.

Om Bastian seemed hesitant to explain it all. But then he let out a rough sigh before replying.

"She's Angelina Anatasya, granddaughter of her kake business partner Devan, om's parents. And she's Devan's future wife" Bastian said, surprising me.

"So, please help to make Nia and Devan separate" Bastian said.

I try to digest all of those words. How could he say that?. And Devan and Zania are getting engaged, because they've planned all this and they know it.

After Devan's struggle all this time to get my brother's heart back that's been closed. How could something like this happen to them?.

"What does om mean?. Om Bastian also knows, if Devan and Nia have planned their engagement in a few months. Om agrees, doesn't he?."we asked in a cold tone. I don't like the words that just came out of Bastian's mouth.

"Devan should marry Angel, Van. Because this is an irrevocable matchmaking that is easy" replied Om Bastian while taking a deep breath before continuing.

"His grandfather Devan has betrothed them from childhood. Om can't oppose Devan's grandfather, you know for yourself, right?. And if you think about it, Devan deserves a woman who deserves not a woman who has experienced failure..."said Om Bastian who immediately made me rise in blood.

I didn't expect, um Bastian would say that, right now. And I'm grateful, because Zania's not here. Because if he hears about this, I will never forgive them.

"Failure!?. Not worth it!?. Om wants to say my sister doesn't deserve Devan because she's had a failed marriage!. Om is aware of om. The real Om Bastian failed at being a father!. Without asking, I'll separate them, take it away, and don't you dare say it in front of my sister"I said with annoyance straight out of the room and did not care about the gaze of the woman who was beside Devan.

Om Bastian just looked at me and I came out of the room and saw my sister sitting with aunt Maria who covered her face with both hands.

I also forced Zania and made my sister jump in shock at my actions.

"Sister"the glass of Zania that I keep pulling to leave this place that has made me rise in blood instantly.

"I want to meet Devan first sister, please" Zania said which made me sigh rudely because I could not force my sister who looked pitiful at this time.

"Why does it always have to be like this anyway, deck" I said inwardly staring at my poor little brother's sorrow.

*When happiness comes and sadness comes together.

Zania went straight into Devan's room being treated and I was still standing here and staring at aunt Maria who was also looking at me sadly.

"Sorry aunt son. Please don't blame Devan for all this" said aunt Maria who made me smile cynically.

"Indeed this is all aunty and om's fault. Why do I blame Devan?. Because Devan will still choose my sister. Love cannot be forced aunt. But, I don't accept if you compare my sister and make my sister hurt" said I who immediately followed Zania inside.

When I was about to go inside I passed Bastian and I looked at him fiercely. I immediately went in after my sister.

And what I saw there made me forcefully pull my sister and take my sister out of that place.

"This brother, what the hell hah!"it was Zania who I slapped. It really wasn't my intention to do something like this that shocked Zania.

"Let Devan be with that woman" I suddenly said with a sharp look at Zania.

"I won't do that, before Devan himself says it sister." said Zania in tears.

Really, I didn't mean to make my sister cry and slap her like this. But I hate it when he's like a beggar begging like that. Especially if you remember the words of Bastian.

"I have to stay by Devan's side, please. Allow me"please Zania who I ignored and keep pulling her in the car.

I won't let my sister get insulted there. Forgive your sister, Nia.

#Revan Pov's end

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