Rosie Sanders!
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After giving a little polish of makeup on the pale face of her sister, Naura began posing next to her sister, with Silvery's hand she held her hand on a trophy as well as a charter on the other side. A photographer whom he deliberately invited to capture the moment, began taking the best pictures. Some of the limited poses become a challenge for the photographer.
All the family stared at Naura's sincerity at her sister.
It's been three years since Silvery went into a coma since her last surgery. Until now the 22-year-old girl never woke up.
The VVIP room is like a second home for the Sanders Pratama family, as well as the Scout family.
"I'll let you know if the results are over. I guarantee the results will be very satisfying. I bet on my professional license." Said the photographer after the family photo session was over.
"Thank you Herman, let me know as soon as you can. If you can, just send me some photos, I can't wait to share them with the world. If I had an amazing sister." Reply Naura smiled widely.
"Well, tonight I'll send it to you." Herman replied, then left.
"You see, I've become a surgeon with the title cumlaude. From now on I will handle your operation process in the future. And I promise you, I'll get both of your lazy eyes back open. You'll regret continuing to fall asleep, there are a lot of good-looking men out there. They're looking for a girl whose only criteria are yours. Beautiful and perfect. So let's compete with me, let's count, how much you can make a man cry out loud because of your rejection." Naura looked at the closed netra of her sister.
His heart was sore at the sight, especially when he saw the mother often crying silently at the side of the bed while soaring prayers to the creator. It's not like she doesn't know, if her mom has started to give up. Submitting the fate of the younger brother to the doctor who handled Silvery. Naura balked when the whole family decided to release the life support tool on the sister.
He remains confident, there will be a donor who matches the type of rare disease his sister. Even though he was hanging empty hopes. But his confidence is so strong if the younger brother will definitely recover. Stand tall wearing princess clothes and glass shoes, which Silvery always dreamed of since childhood.
No more wheelchairs, no more oxygen hoses, no more detectors attached to his body. There's just a beautiful Silvery with all the beautiful things that her sister dreams of.
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Flashbacks
"You see that girl?"
"Him?"
"Right, she's your daughter. My granddaughter took good care of her and was certainly affectionate." The tears of a man dripping full of haru. The little girl who was celebrating her fifth birthday with full of excitement and joy. The family seemed to love her little daughter very sincerely.
"Then you saw that little girl in the wheelchair, who do you think she looked like?"
"Noora... Paul..." She mumbled slowly.
"You're right again. Her name was Silvery Tinese Scout. The eldest daughter of my granddaughter Noora and Paul Scout. You must be surprised, right? Paul is the son of a wealthy businessman, posing as a CCTV technician at Noora's hotel. You know why? That's because the young man fell in love with my granddaughter the first time he saw her. And it's blessed that Paul disguised himself as a young man trying to survive overseas, in order to still be able to eat and get education."
Lexan was silent, he really did not expect. Now he understood the meaning of the angry look in Paul's eyes that night. Apparently the young man was not willing if the woman he loved was hurt by him. Lexan laughed a lot. Here's how it feels if yours is liked by others. Be ill. Especially until touched freely without restrictions.
"Tell Noora and Paul. Thank you for taking good care of my daughter. And sorry to hurt a woman as good as Noora without feeling. I really regret it, not because of my difficult life in the last few years. But I really regret all my bad deeds in the past." Lexan meant it.
"What's your last request, Lexan? We'll grant it before it puts you to sleep for a long time." Lexan gulped his hard-earned saliva. Is this how it feels when someone is facing the death penalty?
"Can I watch my daughter's video for longer?" That was his last request, before the elderly sent him to hell. She thought after her torment a few years ago, it was enough to pay off the heartache debt she had placed on Noora. The real elderly came back one week ago and again made his life like hell.
Her self is back in brackets in the basement where it used to be her first time in the crib there.
Lexan had to receive some lashings from those elderly women. I don't know what other anger that makes the women look so eager to beat him up to faint many times.
What was clear was that the three old women were venting some sort of great anger at him. There is a sadness in the bead that is no longer clear. The sadness was very deep, as if the women were looking for the right figure to be made an easy target object over the cloudy cloud that was struggling in the eyes of the elderly.
Today after last night's awakening, Lexan is tied to an iron chair that he once occupied in the same way. Really Lexan wanted to ask in person at the execution only, his life was like death with the torture of the elderly.
Five years of his life in tranquility despite being away from civilization. But now it is again disturbed in a very extraordinary fear.
"One hour. No more time, enjoy your daughter's face and immerse her face in your memories. After an hour, we'll be back. So, enjoy your quality time for the next full hour." The elderly went out to the top floor. Leaving Lexan in all her subtle heart. The man was scared, obviously. Who wouldn't be upset if it was clear your death was in sight. So did Lexan, his assholes, but his heart was still tucked in the same fear.
"Naura.a very beautiful name. Thank you for taking good care of my daughter and loving care. Be a good person and love your new family. Never hurt those good people, take care of your foster siblings sincerely. Be a proud figure, never incise the same wound in the hearts of the angels of the world who have lifted you from the dirty mud. Forgive me, live well, son." Lexan finished a line of advice as well as his farewell sentence with the child.
A few seconds later, however, his focus was shifted to the recording of a little girl sitting in a wheelchair. Her round face with a slightly taper chin, looks save her deep sadness. Lexan frowned, looking at the gaze of the eyes that continued to be fixed on the multi-storey birthday cake.
There was an unusual feeling when accidentally the plain bead was staring at the camera that was highlighting it, the gaze of the eyes that seemed to be staring at him full of hope.
