My Possessive Boyfriend

Reunite

Akmal immediately ran out of the plane even he forgot his belongings left in the trunk.

He runs around like a madman after hearing that Fika had an accident and is now in Jakarta.

At first Icha was reluctant to tell the truth, until Akmal pleaded with him so sad and desperate.

Finally Icha also told how Fika could have an accident until finally now treated in Jakarta.

Icha has also said that the accident was deliberately done by people from his own father.

Akmal who heard this was completely made to lose his mind for some time. After leaving the airport, he stopped a taxi to go to the hospital.

"sir, Mahendra hospital" Akmal said as he closed the car door and tried to contact his older brother Akhtar.

"Duh, bang raise dong." murmured Akmal while listening to the waiting tone that did not also change with Akhtar's voice.

Akhtar was almost at the main house. His phone was silent in his pocket so he did not realize if someone was calling him.

While in the hospital, Radit's condition has improved just waiting for the recovery process because the operation is going well and there are no worrisome side effects.

The time had already shown at 4pm, when Akmal arrived at the hospital. He immediately went to the administration to ask where the room where Fika and Radit were.

"Sir, can I help you?" ask a staff member on duty.

"I want to ask the room on behalf of Afika Sasi Kirana, she was an accident patient from Surabaya" explained Akmal trying to calm down to regulate his already irregular breathing.

"The father can go to the 12th floor, the VVIP room can be asked again at the nurse's desk above, sir." he explained kindly after checking on his computer screen.

"Thank you." Akmal said briefly as he ran towards the elevator.

Not long after riding the elevator he finally reached the 12th floor, as soon as out Akmal walked half run towards the nurse's desk to ask Fika's room.

"Sorry sus room on behalf of Afika Sasi Kirana accident victim from Surabaya where is it?" akmal asked in a hurry.

"The father can go straight to the right of the room in the right corner" explained the nurse who served on the floor.

Akmal immediately ran to find the room the nurse was referring to and was seen. But before he could get into the room, suddenly there were 2 men dressed in black with big stature.

"Sorry who?" ask the two men.

"This is Fika's room, right?"tanya Akmal tried to be a little patient against the two bodyguards prepared by papa Randi.

"Yes, I'm sorry but you can't get in without the permission of the big master" said one of the bodyguards while holding Akmal who was about to barge in.

"It makes no sense ! I have to get in! Move !" yelled Akmal giving a resistance about to enter.

Of course the rowdy atmosphere they caused Radit, Fika and his father were curious about what was really going on outside.

Fika faintly heard Akmal's voice calling out his name. Fika could only fall silent not daring to say. If it was Akmal who came, how should he behave to her, he thought.

The father who saw his daughter's face suddenly somber understood what his daughter was thinking right now. While Radit, he wants to see Akmal first but his body is still weak.

In his heart he felt a little afraid that Fika would be affected by Akmal's arrival. He should have been able to calculate it when he realized if they were already in Jakarta.

"You shut up and just wait, let me meet him." obviously dad suddenly broke the silence between the three of them.

"Even my fear had mounted with just his arrival. Could it be that I won't even be able to compete with him."in Radit while nodding a faint smile at Fika's father agreed.

"Fika please it's me, let me in." Akmal shouted a little frustrated as he did not stop trying to break through the two people in front of him.

Akmal smiled happily to see the door he wanted to enter since then finally opened as well. Fika's father approached her with a warm smile.

"Enough ! I know him. Let her go." Fika's father told the two of them, who made them remove the hand from Akmal's body.

"Om, I can come in, right? I want to see Fika's situation now. Can you om?" asked Akmal enthusiastically.

"Let's go with you, we'll talk for a while" said Fika's father as he walked past Akmal and the two bodyguards.

"Okay om." replied Akmal resignedly.

His eyes did not stop staring at the door of the room where Fika was. Until finally he was reduced to follow the steps of Fika's father who increasingly away.

While in the hospital room, Fika and Radit were lying in their beds. Both of them were silent ever since Fika's father came out of there.

Both of them were busy with their own thoughts. Finally the thing Radit was most afraid of all this time happened.

He just can't get to Fika's heart, but her past comes back even faster than she expected.

How could he possibly get Fika if Akmal was back in his life. Fika might soon forget about it and return to Akmal's embrace.

All the fear in his heart grew more and more over him as the seconds of time went by. Occasionally Radit glanced at Fika who was still silently pensive.

"What is so disturbing now? Could it be that you will leave me even before I can get you? Hasn't I ever been in your heart Fika?" batin Radit while looking at Fika with a heart filled with fear.

Half an hour passed without both of them knowing. There was still no talk between them, until suddenly the door opened again.

Akmal looks to walk behind Fika's father with a face that looks sad. His gaze had never turned on Fika since he had stepped foot in the room.

Radit felt his heart throbbing in pain and the burning heat of jealousy. Akmal's longing-looking gaze completely tormented him from second to second.

Unlike Fika who just lowered her face like she was hiding something. The closer he got to Fika the more Akmal felt so devastated.

Seeing the girl he loved lying in a hospital bed with some wounds on her face and head. Fika's father had told him the condition of Fika's broken hand and had to be operated.

This all happened because of someone he should have called father. Someone who protects it and gives it a sense of security.

A person who is supposed to give happiness to even his whole world for his own flesh and blood, is giving him endless suffering.

I don't know what was really on his father's mind that made Akmal angry and hate at the same time.

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"My heart is filled with guilt and regret at this time, but there is something bigger and harder to ignore in my heart.

There is a longing and a love that now humbly adores you in my soul."

~Akmal Alfarizi Hutama~