
The writing is a threat. (Today is your death. Don't try to save yourself.) As soon as that writing. I don't know who the sender is.
"I don't know if anyone's hated Prince and Isma all this time." Fitri said in disbelief.
"Fazil knows about this?" Ask Arya.
"No sir. I didn't tell him. I don't think this should be known den Fazil."
"good. Don't let Fazil know this. I'm gonna try to figure out who owns this paper." Determinedly.
"Not to find out, ma'am." The hoarse and pain-bearing voice left Arya and Fitri shocked.
"Prince!" They approached the Prince who appeared to be unconscious.
"That letter I got from a child who was angry because his parents were accused of stealing by his neighbor. The boy is dead, I was going to give the letter to the police but it turns out that both his parents didn't want to prolong the matter." He explained that there was no misunderstanding.
Arya, Fitra and Tifahpun nodded in understanding, then they threw the paper into the trash.
"Mas, mbak. help me to get near Isma." Trying to rise.
"Prince, you still have to lie down. Isma.." Unfinished from Fitri's speech, Prince has set foot on the floor.
Arya helps Prince walk closer to Isma's body lying unconscious.
"Darling, forgive me for not being able to protect you." Prince said while kissing Isma.
The mood became haru. Arya and Fitri were silent holding hands watching how Prince tried to hug Isma's body, even though his condition was not good.
"I'm sorry, honey." Prince crying. He was very incapable of seeing Isma in his current state.
"Wake up baby. The kids still need us by their side." Gently touching Isma's cheek.
Arya and Fitri don't know what to do. They wanted to ask Prince to return to his bed, but there was no way they could. Because right now Prince just wants to be on Isma's side.
"Dad!" Newly arrived Fazil.
"Darling, come here." Prince extended his hand to Fazil.
"Dad champ can't cry like this. Everything's gonna be okay." Prince said while wiping away the tears on his son's cheek.
"I'm sorry Fazil, Dad."
"Why apologize, dear?"
"Because of Fazil's mischief, the same mother's father hurried home and happened like this." Her chattering.
"No dear. This isn't all your fault." Strengthened his son.
"Why are you crying?" That voice sounded very slow.
"Mother!" Shouted Fazil who saw Isma started to open his eyes.
"Ishma." Arya, Fitri and Prince call her names together.
"Mother is fine." Said Isma in a very slow and barely audible voice.
While everyone was happy that Isma had regained consciousness, Arsyid ran to call the doctor.
"This is the veil." Fazil gave his father the Hijab to put on his mother's head.
Prince and Isma smiled proudly at their son. Even at times like this, Fazil still thought about the aura of his mother. He really did grow up to be an amazing kid. Isma and Prince almost cried when they saw how lucky they were to have a child like Fazil.
A few minutes later, Arsyid came with the doctor to Isma's room. "Isma's mom is awake?" The doctor approached Isma.
"Yes doc, my wife is dead." Prince represents his wife.
"I checked it out for a minute." The doctor also checked Isma's heartbeat. Then he glanced at Prince. "You should also check on Mr. Prince." Pulling Prince's body back into his bed.
"I'm fine, Doc. I can even walk." Proudly said.
"I know. But, you should remain lying down like this for at least two days. Your condition is not as good as you think." Obviously the Doctor on Prince.
Meanwhile, everyone in the room looked at Prince with a concerned look mixed with amusement. They don't believe what they see. A prince can be very obedient to a doctor just because the doctor removed a syringe from his pocket.