
Whether it should be how Flora feels at that time, should be happy or vice versa, see a girl who still has no signs to wake up on the floor of the Floraa room.
"Wake up, lest I drag you out of this room" snapped Shane, who saw Rikha not also get up from her charade, the young man already knew as the doctor shook his head while examining her, a sign that the girl lying down was fine.
As there was no response either from his past friend, the young man let out a rough sigh and jolted down from the bed, all of them fed his wife the food she had prepared this morning during a meeting with shareholders at his company.
Shane held onto Rikha's arm violently, dragging the girl out of Flora's room.
"Sick, Shane," protests Rikha as she begins to open her eyelids.
"Never make my household and my wife mess up because of your presence here, go with your regrets at that time," Shane threw at Rikha with a cold and flat face, there was no tenderness that the girl felt in the figure of Shane whom she used to know as a friend who was always there for her.
"Give me a chance once more, I beg you," said the girl who had cried in front of Shane with a whim.
"Sorry no more second chances for you, Rikha, please get out of this hospital," Shane told the girl who could only look at him who had closed the door to the special room used by Flora.
Shane who came back from the outside with a flat look earlier, changed his face with a gentle and loving look at his eternal lover.
Flora did not want to muddy the atmosphere, she just kept quiet and started a conversation when her husband's heart was really warmed again.
"Son, when can you go home?" the middle-aged man asked his son-in-law.
"Rara doesn't know, Well, Mas Shane knows when Rara will come home" said Flora, who does not know anything about when she can go home.
The middle-aged man's attention now turned to his only son.
"Son, when will my beautiful son come home?" repeat Mr. Andrawijaya to Shane-anak only the puppet.
"Doctor said, Flora can go home when her health has completely recovered" replied the young man sitting on the edge of his wife's bed.
"But I have recovered" the hijab girl interrupted her husband and father-in-law.
"Sorry Miss, we will check on your health once again, "that middle-aged man who still stands by looking at the romantic and sadistic drama carried out by the son of the hospital owner.
Flora nodded in understanding, while Shane continued to accompany his beautiful wife patiently.
The doctor and nurse were still focused with the note in the nurse's hand, then nodded with a smile.
"You may go home today, Miss, but you must be able to maintain a healthy lifestyle and do not think heavy, it can burden your health," bright middle-aged man who wears a white suit.
"Okay, doctor, thank you."
The doctor and nurse came out of Flora's room, with a happy face, the hijab girl smiling sweetly.
"Thank God I can go home, Mom" Flora told her husband, who found out about it yesterday from the doctor.
"Hemm started," said Flora shyly, her cheek hue turned red.
"Don't whisper like that, you make me feel like a contract person in this room" the middle-aged man complained, smiling happily at his son's choice.
Flora and Shane looked at each other and they laughed together.
"I'm sorry, Dad intentionally," teased Shane who got a sharp look from her parents.
"Flora, should you and Shane stay at dad's house first, so we can take care of you if there's anything?" bargain the middle-aged man to his son-in-law.
Flora seemed to think, then her gaze saw the husband who just stood up without answering the words of his father.
"Mas, how?" ask Flora who asked for a decision from her husband.
"If I might go along with what I said, Dad, if I work later you're there to accompany me, Dad's been home since the time we stayed, he wants me to run his company, he wants me to run his company, under the pretext he was old," explained Shane who looked at the middle-aged man's face with a sneer.
"Based on a bad boy, even dismantling your own father's secrets," protested Mr. Andra to his son who stood with a flat face.
Flora only chuckled at the debate between the two men who were so dear to her.
Now Shane has finished helping to pack his wife's goods, clothes that remind the incident in the warehouse to make his wife traumatized, immediately he threw away, so that Flora does not remember the painful thing. Flora who just finished bathing and has changed clothes in the hospital bathroom, now looks so fresh.
"MasyaAllah is very beautiful wife Shane," praised the young man while looking at the appearance of his wife who wears a dark green hijab with a dress patterned leaves.
"Because I'm a woman, if I'm a man obviously......."
Flora paused her speech, luring her interlocutor to answer.
"Obviously handsome, yes, just like me," Shane replied with high confidence.
Flora shook her head steadily, "No, Mas. If I'm a clear man..... I'm not going to marry you" replied Flora in a funny tone.
Shane laughed at his wife's crisp remark, "You're trying to joke, honey?" shane asked who had finished packing the items he would bring home later, just waiting for the middle-aged man who made up for the medicine for his son-in-law.
"Trying to cheer you up, Mas, it's obvious that if you're not doing well, you must be tired of taking care of me these few days, and sleeping isn't as good as usual, right?" when Flora approached her husband, Shane sat down and patted the sofa her father had been wearing to rest her body.
The hijab girl sat next to her husband.
"Thank you, I've always taken care of me, looked after me, and never got tired of making me feel comfortable around you, according to your promise to the Father to replace him as a second home for me," said Flora with a puffy face, she was crying happily to have a husband who was so caring and also loving to her.
Shane carried Flora into his arms, calming his conscious who was crying happily.
"It's my responsibility, honey, most important of all, rest assured I won't be able to hurt you, even to leave you alone not on my list."