My sister My husband

Section 59. Critically

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...Andra POV....

I never wanted her to go this way. I haven't been able to thank her for all the help and care for my son but he...

God, I'm canceling all my wishes. I prayed that Dinda and I would get our children back together. But I don't think it's fair to have to make someone really nice have to split up and leave for good. I'm sorry, God, I'm taking away all my wishes.

I know this may all be part of destiny, but why is it so cruel? isn't it enough that I'm the only one who left her when she was pregnant? and now why Kean. Hopefully he can be reunited with us.

I could only quietly wait in front of the bathroom door where Dinda lay. Papa won't let you come near even if he holds a little knob on the door.

He's cruel, no he's not cruel but I'm a soul mate and outrageous.

If I were in his position at that time, it would definitely go into my bui.

" The family on behalf of Mrs Dinda's patient?" The nurse called.

I approached and papa immediately blocked me even the grip of his hand was painful on my arm that was scratched by nails when participating in the search effort Keanu earlier.

Well, maybe this is going to be for me. I have to give up and surrender.

" His father?" Ask sister.

Papa Dimas looks nervous, panicked, and anxious. " I'm Dinda's real father." The answer sounds stressed out the word Father. Maybe he actually intended to insinuate me to know myself if I was now just an outsider.

No. I'm not an outsider, I'm the biological father of his granddaughter.

I shifted and drew closer to my son's nursery and Papa Dimas' sharp eyes also unsheathed me. He was truly unwilling for me to approach his grandson who was my own flesh and blood. Coinciding with that Bayu came out of Ayman's room.

" How is he doing?" My droves are impatient.

Bayu sighed, looking very tired. " Your son is great, he's fine, just that his leg was a little bruised, maybe it was hit by something. "

" Oh thank goodness. " I was relieved and rubbed my chest. After a while ago my breath felt thin and almost exhausted, now feels refreshed after knowing the news that my son is fine without significant injuries.

I could only peek out from the small glass beside the door. I thank now for this new ornament Kutai now what it does. " Bay, can I see Kean?" many doubt.

" You see, the operating room's light is still on red. That's a sign he's not done yet."

" I just wanted to say a lot of thanks to him. She's been a hero to my son and ex-wife."

"Curtain, hypocritical. Just tell me you're happy. Aye right?" Bayu suddenly his speaker offended me deeply, as if he could read my old heart.

I don't want to fight and I don't want to argue. " Bay! please, this is not the time to fight! I know I'm not here to be expected, but I'm really worried about all of them!" I started to stare and gasp.

" I don't want anything to happen to you!" I convinced.

Bayu did not answer me and chose to remain silent His essence was only fixed on the flat object he was holding. It's just a series of natural disasters and calamities. But why do I feel guilty and feel like I'm mingling in it over my past wishes and prayers?

I feel useless now that those I love are not doing well, I can only be silent and stare at him without doing anything more meaningful.

The operating light stopped lighting up and made its distinctive sound that made me a little surprised and returned from the ravine of my daydream. My soul has felt mortgaged and lost its composure since the news of this tragedy entered unapologetically into my ear.

I can only wait and nothing more. A few hours passed until the commotion broke out.

This time papa Dimas' ego began to fade. Slowly he no longer stabbed me with his hateful gaze. He allowed me to enter Dinda's room after I had rested at her feet and well, again this time my lips were bleeding.

" Dinda, you calm down. Remember you're pregnant, thank God your baby is strong, she's fine." I was happy in the sadness and conveyed what the sister had said earlier.

I saw that he was very sad at the moment, the look on his face was depicting a deep scream of hurt. " How is my husband?" She asked with her teary eyes.

I don't have the heart, but I'm weak right now. My heart ached when I saw her tears flood her smooth cheeks. Yes, not thinking of her as an adult woman but this time my heart was filled with the feeling of returning to such a phase when we were sisters who loved and protected each other. He called me Big Brother, this means coming back again in our time as two brothers.

" I don't know yet, she just got transferred from the operating room." I saw her tears growing. This pain must have hurt for him.

" Calm down, now you just have to rest. I'll take care of you. There's a big brother here."

Wanted to hug her, then gently rubbed the mane yes but I couldn't. This is me who truly regrets everything. Regretting my old stupidity inflicting wounds on all of them. Until everything became awkward and distant like now.

Shortly after, the doctor found me. What was? wh why? I wondered as I walked down the hallway to the ICU. I saw that he was starting to open his eyes even though there were a lot of connected hoses and what was his name I didn't understand. My olfactory senses only absorb carbolic odors and also the typical drugs, they sound and make an impact.

" Dad.." He looked over with great difficulty.

It's ironic that he's still trying to talk to me despite the fact that he's very sick and torn. " What's looking for me?" My question is simple but he looks so peaceful now. He did not look at me but looked at another corner of this kamat and seemed to reply to something from the look in his eyes. Damn it was horrible and made me shudder in fear.

" To. please.... Take care of my wife and son after I'm gone..." His voice was raucous and he was helpless. He is weak and at his lowest point.

" Hey, what are you talking about? you'll heal after this." I brushed. Depresses my ego, dismisses this unreasonable will. Is that sure if his end is coming soon?

Did not answer me and he instead asked for my help to be able to meet with Bayu. I obey.

And...

Here we are now in silence and stare.

" It's good that you're able to conspire with the angel of death?" The Bayu Sarcas clutching my shirt collar.

He stares and stares hatefully at me. " What do you mean?" My anger pushed him back.

" Kean, he's my cousin. And now it won't be long..." His speech stopped as the medical team and Doctor ran scattering towards the room that Keanu occupied.

Our attention was distracted and then I could only freeze to my position.

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...Author POV....

It is not wrong who if death and soul mate are chatting with each other. These are all pure almighty wills. But Andra, he even felt guilty because he had prayed and wanted something that should not.

" Record the time of death." Said the doctor who got a nod of the head from his assistant.

All the tools have been removed and now Keanu's body will soon be moved to the morgue. A cold and terrible room, a place where there are bodies that no longer have souls. Empty bodies that roll stiff and pale with increasingly cold temperatures.

Angry and upset at herself, Andra forgets about her by punching the walls of an innocent hospital. Bayu was the same, he was angry at the situation but vented it on Andra by cursing and beating Andra to have to get a divorce from the hospital.

No longer critical and in pain, Kean was calm in nature.