NEW TWILIGHT FOR SYANIA

Episode 87's

It's Me (1)

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Nia began to feel tired, the shadow of Aunt Ros's declining state made her worse. There was a huge fear, there was a very deep pain, piercing the recesses of his heart. The pain is very painful, to make all his energy drained to hold everything.

　

What am I supposed to do? How'this? I was scared, very scared.

　

Nia needs support, tired of being down to both feet at this time, slowly Nia leaned on the end of the operating room wall. Trying to soak in the cold walls to calm her heart, baby. It seemed like it didn't work out, his feelings remained uncomfortable, there was no change. The piercing pain in the recesses of his heart just kept on being there, getting deeper and deeper.

　

Lord, please Aunt.I beg you. I love my aunt, only my parents' aunt. Please God, have mercy on me, I beg you, so that Auntie, I beg you.

　

The legs that supported Nia's weight began to wobble, starting to give up the weight of suffering that was in the responsibility of the beautiful girl. Slowly, Nia's body leaning against the wall began to gradually descend, until she ended up on the floor. Sitting on the floor.

　

"Paaaakk, the non". Aunt panicked, shuffling Pakde's shoulder while pointing at Nia.

　

"Oh my God, non". Pakde pulled Bi Kartik's hand, his wife to get closer to Nia.

　

Bowo walked quickly behind the couple who worked for Nia. Surprised, Bowo did not expect the defense of a Shariah pretence shield to collapse as well. Poor you Nia.

　

Strong Nia, strong.pity Alika if you are okay. Pandu could only look on pity at Nia, not knowing what kind of best spirit to give his wife's cousin. Please Mama, God. Please, please Mama. We all need Mama, we love Mama.

　

"Non, non". Bibi held onto both of Nia's hands tightly, trying to remove them from Nia's tight grip on the layer of cloth attached to her chest.

　

　

"Non". Now Pakde is trying to hold Nia's arm, trying to make Nia stand back.

　

Nia shut up, ignoring Aunt and Pakde. Brushing hard on their hands, he did not want to approach anyone at this moment. Nia closed her eyes, tightly shut her ears, so tightly that her fingers became tense.

　

"Non, non, hiksss". Bi Kartik began to cry to see Nia, he really could not bear to see the master who had been considered like his own child was in this condition.

　

Nia shook her head, still holding on by closing her eyes and tightly closing her ears. He wanted to be alone, wanting to feel all these feelings of sadness alone.

　

Bibi looked at Pakde, begging her husband for help to persuade Nia. But dear, Pakde himself does not know what to do. He could only gently pat his wife on the shoulder to stop crying.

　

If you can, just move the Lord hurt Mrs Ros to me, so that the non is not as sad... Pakde was so pity to see the condition of Nia's slump.

　

"Sir, hikss". Aunty sheds her tears, still trying to persuade her husband to find a way to make Nia not drown in his pain.

　

All could only watch, watching Nia. Bowo, Bi kartik, Pakde and Pandu, all no longer know what to do. They ran out of reason to persuade Nia, to comfort Nia, to calm Nia, all could only pray in each other's hearts for the good of Nia.

　

At the end of the hallway, just another meter away, Aisakha's footsteps were already about to enter the operating room. His heart grew increasingly anxious, his worry level had reached number 9, Nia's shadow slumped starting to fill every inch of his eyes.

　

Kristo walked behind Aisakha, trying to keep up with her employer's footsteps. "Stranquil sir". Kristo said behind Aisakha's shoulder.