My Possessive Boyfriend

Welcome back to Jakarta

Knowing the truth if Radit's condition gets this bad because of myself makes me even more sad.

Even after we split up, Rendra was never satisfied to make my life difficult. He even told someone to eliminate me from this world.

Until someone who has nothing to do with our problems becomes a victim. Akmal, all of a sudden the name reappears in the gloom of my heart.

After a struggle and a long journey to forget it, fate returned to make me have to do with that name. There was a pinch of longing left in my heart, which was already beginning to dry up.

This time, I won't be able to avoid it anymore. If God still wants to bring himself back in the story of my life once again, I can't keep running and hiding.

I don't know where destiny will take me, wherever it is this time I won't deny it. I will face it and end everything that must be ended as best I can.

After thinking enough, I also accepted the offer of Radit papa to join in moving to Jakarta and doing treatment in the same hospital with Radit mas.

I'm also going to have surgery at Radit's family's hospital. That day, we all went to Jakarta using a private plane owned by Om Randi.

My mother accompanied Icha to stay in Surabaya, while my father would accompany me while I was undergoing treatment at a hospital in Jakarta.

After arriving in Jakarta, we were both immediately taken to Mahendra hospital which is one of the largest hospitals in Jakarta.

"Welcome back to Jakarta." My mind .

The hospital belongs to Radit's father, Randi Mahendra. And then Randi arranged for me and Radit to be treated in the same room.

A VVIP room that is specifically for the Mahendra family. The room is very spacious and luxurious like a five-star hotel VIP room.

Of course we can not refuse the will of om Randi, especially when aunt Sarah herself pleaded with me and father that we be treated in the same room.

They believed Radit would quickly wake up and recover from a coma if I was always nearby. And other reasons so that they are easier to keep us from the evil men om Rendra.

Om Randi does not want to be disappointed like the accident we had a while ago. Although I feel a little uncomfortable but I try not to offend about Randi and aunt Sarah who have been so good to me.

"sir Angga, I'm sorry can we talk for a minute?" tanya om Randi who was directly influenced by my father.

The two of them walked out of the room where Radit and I had to go through treatment.

"Fika, you must be very tired. You better rest first. Aunty will stay here until Randi and your father return." said aunt Sarah with a smile full of tenderness.

The figure of aunt Sarah herself reminds me of mother Rania. We haven't seen each other for a long time, sometimes I miss him.

"How are you now" my inner.

"Fika. hey Fikaa." call aunt Sarah to wake me up pensive for a moment.

"Sorry aunt, Fika was thinking something again" I obviously tried to smile as sincerely as possible.

"Yes, you rest. Aunty wants to go to the restroom first." her saying then disappeared along the closed bathroom door.

I also glanced towards my right side where Mas Radit was lying on the bed of patients who felt very comfortable.

Since yesterday the situation of mas Radit is getting better according to doctors. But somehow he did not realize from his long dream.

I don't know when he'll wake up again. Seeing him like this makes my guilt even more heightened.

I don't know how long I slept, until finally I let myself hear the voice of my father who seemed to be talking and chatting with someone.

His voice was really very familiar to my ears. When I tried to open my eyes that were still a little heavy to open, the voice of the person further ignited my curiosity.

Sure enough, I saw you sitting in a chair between Radit and me. He sat down and laughed curiously at my back.

Mas Radit was awake, even he sounded very excited about exchanging stories with my father. I don't know when he woke up, I'm not curious anymore.

Seeing him like this has made my heart relieved and happy too. Even though my guilt is still intact, it does not diminish a fingernail for him.

Seeing and hearing the two people before me laughing happily like that moved me a little and provoked tears to come out of hiding.

For a while I was just quietly enjoying the beautiful scenery at night. The clock on the wall showed at 7 p.m.

"Fika." call me Radit with a big smile.

Father also suddenly changed his sitting position by facing me with a face that looked sparkling.

"Darling, are you awake? Why just shut up and don't you call me?" timpal dad enthusiastically brought his chair to my bed.

"Why don't I wake up if you talk and laugh that loud? I'm not a deaf person." I replied a little sulking.

They both laughed again at my words.

"I'm so happy, you're so aware now" I said sincerely.

I also tried to get up to sit down to help my father. After that, my father led me to sit in a chair beside a bed of Radit mas patients.

"What do you want? Just rest, Aaww" he said trying to get up and sit on the bed.

But because his former surgery was not too dry, so he could not move much.

"What is it about Mas Radit? I have slept anyway. I'm okay." I said a little jerking.

Dad immediately helped Radit mas to raise his bed by pressing the remote located on the nightstand, so that Radit mas more comfortable.

"You okay? How's your hand?" tanya mas Radit continued to look at my arm that was in a splint and wearing a buffer.

"Why ask? I should have asked Radit what the situation was?" I just answered him with a question.

"Hem, you better talk about these two. I'm waiting outside, baby, if you want to go back to rest you call me yes." said the father who wants to give space for us.

After Dad came out, we were silent for quite a while with a clumsy atmosphere. I don't know if I should have started the conversation between us because he just kept looking at me.

"Mas Radit why did you see me like that?" I said a little misbehaving.

"I miss you so much. I just want to see you longer" he said with a smile with a face that looked so shady to make my cheeks meet.

"Why can this iceberg be this fluid?" I said in my heart trying to neutralize my constant nervousness in his eyes.