My husband Pinky Boy

SPC. Chapter 9

Rosita was not calm. He had been in bed for hours, but his eyes could not be shut. It was Walter's mind. Not to mention the room he now occupied felt foreign. Although it could be said that the room was luxurious and comfortable, but Rosita could not close her eyes as long as she was in the room. I don't know what's wrong there. From starting to let the lights stay on until turning them off and replacing them with a sleeping lamp he has done. Rosita could not sleep either.

"I don't think I can stay in this place for long. Tomorrow morning I have to persuade Mr. Walter to let me go home" said Rosita. He put away the old gray blanket that covered his body before lowering one by one his feet to the floor. Suddenly he wanted to see what was behind the high window covered in curtains.

Slowly Rosita stepped up. He opened a little curtain so he could see what was out there. His eyebrows were intertwined when he saw that there were a lot of people gathered there. About 20 meters from Rosita's room.

"So before going to bed it didn't seem like anyone was there. Why are they so crowded now? What's going on?" roseta was confused. He looked again one by one the faces of the people gathered there. His eyebrows wrinkled when he saw the Doctor who had treated him was also there. There were even some people dressed as doctors there.

"Is there a hospital? What exactly does this mansion look like? Maybe under this mansion there is another mall," said Rosita in the heart. The woman continued to notice the crowd in the backyard.

Rosita narrowed her eyes when she saw the helicopter coming down. Some people approached the helicopter while carrying a cage. This time Rosita became even more curious as to who was actually sick. His face became more serious when several men and doctors shrouded the cage that already contained the person.

"Who is he? Where are they taking him?" Rosita continued to pay attention to the group of people who are now pushing the cage. However, Rosita could not see and did not know that the person she wanted to help was Walter. The large number of people there blocked Rosita's view. Not to mention the lights there are not too bright.

"I'd better not interfere. This is their home. I'm just a guest whose arrival wasn't invited either. Maybe if there were no allergy to faint, I wouldn't have set foot in this luxurious mansion either?"

Rosita closed the curtains. He stepped into bed because he wanted to get back to rest. Even though he may not be able to sleep until morning. At least her body was in a resting position.

Rosita hugged the blanket while looking at the ceiling of the room. "Why did I suddenly think of Sir Walter. Is she okay? If I want to meet him, how? What should I do if Mr. Walter doesn't see me tomorrow morning? And, who was that guy in the helicopter? Is he the owner of this mansion? Looks like he's an important man. Everyone treated him carefully."

Over time Rosita's eyes began to sleepy. The woman closed her eyes and did not remember anything else. He prayed that tomorrow would be better and that the exhausting day that happened today only happened once in his lifetime. He would never have thought, if the incident was just the opening of a more complicated problem that he would have to face.

On the other hand, Walter had medical devices all over his body. Alfred's doctor stands beside Walter while keeping oxygen and blood bags properly attached to safely enter Walter's body. He doesn't want to make a mistake in tonight's operation.

Several surgeons were in the room. They're also ready to take out the bullet that stuck in Walter's stomach. The bullet hit Walter's vital organs a little more. Luck is still on his side. Despite losing a lot of blood, he was still given a chance to stay alive.

Alfred's doctor scrunched his forehead when he saw the pink plaster in Walter's hand. This is the first time he has found a plaster in the hands of a ruthless man like Walter. "Who dares to put this useless thing here?" murmured Doctor Alfred who was only brave in the heart. He also did not want to disturb the concentration of other doctors.

Doctor Alfred remembered Rosita. The man smiled before throwing the pink plaster into the trash. He examined the gunshot wound on Walter's arm before putting on the bandage.

When things were still serious, suddenly the door of the room opened. Fabio appeared with a worried face. The man stood there and looked at Walter with a sad look.

"Everything went well. We've managed to take a bullet from inside his stomach. The best medicine will make the wound dry quickly. You don't have to worry, sir," replied the surgeon who handled Walter.

Fabio looked at Doctor Alfred. "Are you busy? Is there something I want to talk about?"

"alright. When I'm done I'll see you, sir" replied Dr. Alfred, who was busy wearing bandages on Walter's arm.

Fabio nodded before turning. Hearing the news that Walter is okay has brought him back to his senses. While stepping away, Fabio opened the black jacket attached to his body.

Doctor Alfred frowned seeing fresh blood flowing down Fabio's arm. "Why are they always injured in the hand" murmured Doctor Alfred in the heart. He took his medical device and took it to where Fabio was.

Fabio sat in a chair in front of the operating room. He looked ahead while daydreaming. Seems like I'm thinking about something. He should be happy even partying at this moment because their mission was successful. The enemy has lost and the target has been secured. However, Walter's entry into the operating room makes everything sad. Especially Fabio.

"Puncture wound?" doctor Alfred asked as he watched the wound on Fabio's left arm.

"Lara would definitely be angry if she saw this wound. I didn't even notice. Maybe because it was just a small wound" Fabio said.

"Not a small wound. But, you're freaking out thinking about Walter so much that a wound like this doesn't feel." Alfred's doctor began to clean his blood first before wrapping the bandage there.

"Lara asked me not to go. He doesn't like dark worlds like this. You said it yourself. Extremely dangerous. But, letting Walter do it myself, I can't bear it. They are both important in my life. I can't choose."

"You're not on your honeymoon?" sahut Doctor Alfred.

"Honeymoon?" Fabio looked at Alfred's doctor with a look of disbelief. "You're asking me for a honeymoon when things go awry like this?"

"At least Lara was happy. Maybe when Lara gets pregnant, you can understand how she's been feeling."

"Pregnant?" Doctor Alfred nodded again. The man refocused putting a bandage on Fabio's arm to make it look neat. As for Fabio, just keep quiet while thinking about the solution that Doctor Alfred has just given.

"I think I should make time for Lara. Just two. If I were in this mansion, I would never focus on our plans to have children" Fabio murmured inwardly.