
This heart attack becomes uncontrollable. For a moment Arsha could only be glued. He looked at the nurse and Nadya in turn. Too many surprises confused him. Nadya smiled softly. He squeezed Arsha's hand in a friendly manner.
"Go, Arsha," he said, nodding.
Arsha put her foot on the floor. He felt his legs were very light. The nurse approached to help her carry an infusion buffer and guide her. Before actually stepping away, Arsha turned to Nadya.
"You ... don't come?" tanyakanya. Nadya shakes. His lips were smiling yet in his eyes was implied by a deep sadness.
"I'm not the one he's looking for, Arsha. Go awayl. He needs your presence more than I do."
Knowing she could not persuade Nadya, Arsha turned around and stepped out. He passed through several passageways to reach Armand's room. Along the way his eyes blurred. If possible, he wanted to run to be able to meet the man immediately.
All the flashes of memories scattered on the head. Like a kaleidoscope that is summarized in sequence but short, solid and clear. From the beginning Arsha realized his feelings, the kindnesses of Mr. Armand, the harsh reality of knowing the man was married, the statement of Mr. Armand's love to Nadya's hurtful speech telling him to stay away from him.
Arsha's feeling up and down. There are times when he hates Mr. Armand for giving him hope. Arsha considered Mr. Armand is a male player who likes to play with young women even though he already has a wife and prospective children. But his judgment has been wrong all along. Mr. Armand is not as bad as his view. That guy is very responsible. Arsha felt very guilty.
"This is the room, Mom. Do I need to accompany ....?"
"No need, Sus. I can be left."
"All right then. If you need anything, do not hesitate to contact us. Then excuse me first." The nurse smiled sweetly while nodding. Arsha replied with a nod. Once the nurse had moved away, Arsha's gaze was focused on the brown coiled door in the middle of which was a clear glass that served to peek at the patient. With her heart pounding, Arsha ventured to look inside.
Inside the room, Arsha sees two medics giving drugs and ointments to a man sitting on his back. Just looking at his back, Arsha knew it was Mr. Armand. There's a burn scar on that strapping back. The wound makes the skin appear red, blisters, blisters, and swollen. Although he could not see his expression, but Arsha sure Mr. Armand was in pain. It was very painful to see that the body was covered in wounds.
"Lho, would you like to see Mr. Armand, ma'am?" Too preoccupied with his thoughts makes Arsha unconscious when the door is open, revealing two male medics in front of him.
"Eh, i-yes."
"Mom Arsha huh?" ask one of them. Arsha hesitated. Why do people know his name?
The man who asked smiled slightly.
"Mother's arrival is awaited. Please come in, ma'am" he said again as he opened the door wider. "Sir Armand, you have guests. We're out first. If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact us." They both nodded and walked away.
After their departure, Arsha dared not look at the man sitting a few meters away from her. He just stood there. Look here and there. Arsha could feel that sharp look.
Arsha did not expect it. The figure suddenly stood up. With her face enduring the pain, she dragged the infusion pole with her, to equalize with her wide stride. It only takes a few steps to get there. Arsha did not even catch her breath when the burly hand pulled her body until it jolted forward and hit the gallant body. Within seconds, his body had been in the man's arms.
"Arsha .... Thank goodness you survived." Mr. Armand's voice broke, his body trembling. Arsha could feel the man's feelings. Yes, Mr. Armand loves her too.
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