Set of Hope

eps. 32

The closed eyelids move slowly accompanied by a twitching finger movement. Mitchel stopped his finger in front of the laptop and turned to the woman lying in bed.

It's been three months that Mitchel has been waiting for the consciousness of a foreign woman who somehow Mitchel cares about her. To the extent that the work in his office he completed at home, only to monitor directly Hana's condition.

Mitchel shifted his chair closer, making sure both of his eyes were right with what he saw. The woman came to her senses along with her blurry vision slowly starting to clear.

Hana rolled her gaze back to make sure that she was not in the hospital. True, more precisely a room, which is beautiful and luxurious impression. His gaze turned to the figure of a man who was holding a mobile phone in his ear. I don't know who he's calling.

"You're sober? The doctor's gonna be here in a minute to check on you" Mitchel put his phone back in his pants pocket and sat down next to Hana.

Hana nodded slowly. "This where? hana asked softly but Mitchel was able to hear her.

Mitchel's answer was held back by the sound of a knock and Febio and a personal doctor of the Gavind family appeared. A handsome doctor and three years younger than Mitchel, he's Doughlas Lerman. After introducing himself Doughlas examined Hana's condition. Mitchel who was standing on the other side of the bed was staring strangely at Doughlas. Mitchel squealed and then walked out of the room as Febio followed him.

"Sir, our informant says Mr. Martin's son has discovered our whereabouts"

"Leave it, if necessary greet them well" Mitchel replied coldly sipping his expensive wine.

"But, sir..if Mr. Reymond asks Miss Hana back?" Ask Febio carefully.

Silent

Febio's words were like a huge chunk of rock smashing into the chest of his field. Stuffy. That's what Mitchel felt.

"That's none of my business." Mitchel retorted. "Is it really none of my business. I've been guarding him all this time, ah.no" he said.

His master's reply made Febio smile that his conjecture for these three months was true that his master had put his heart on the Asian woman.

"He's stable and he's not amnesiac as you thought he was, just need to rest until he's fit and the patient can do his thing again" Doughlas' voice broke the silence and landed his ass on the living room couch. That's how Doughlas had regarded Mitchel as a friend so they were both free to talk casually because in addition to the family's personal doctor Gavind Doughlas was Mitchel's little best friend.

Mitchell nodded his head. Douglas' cell phone rang someone across the street asking him to go to the hospital immediately because of a critical patient.

After Doughlas's departure, Mitchel approached Hana's room. Slowly he opened the door so as not to wake the patient.

"Hi.." greeted Hana with a smile.

"I think you're asleep" Mitchel shifted his chair closer.

"My eyes were too full to get back shut" Mitchel chuckled with Hana's joke.

"And this room is unfortunate if the occupants just spend it sleeping, you know what I mean?" Hana looked at the man in her presence with an expression that was difficult to decipher.

"I'm sorry if it doesn't go your way, miss__?" Mitchel paused his sentence.

"Rayhana__" Hana shook Mitchel's hand and Mitchel introduced himself. "Mitchel Gavind" she replied with a smile.

For a moment Hana was fascinated by her handsome face, but someone's face brushed off her charms. She misses him?

"Remove your charm, miss, and rest" Mitchel took off her finger link and scutched her.

Hana's red cheeks caught watching the owner of the mession, "Blame your handsome face Mister" he said pursing his lips.

"Are you starting to get interested in strangers, heh" Mitchel came closer. Hana blinked as Mitchel's body approached her, her face so close that she felt her breathing.

Hana held her breath. "I just kidding sir, please don't take it to heart" he said. Mitchel turned his face and stepped out with a smile.

"Thank you__" Mitchel turned his body. "I love her room" Hana smiled sincerely.

Mitchel smiled too. "It's nice if you like it" Mitchel closed the door slowly. The body slid to the floor. His back was leaning outside the door, his hands hugging both knees. His head lowered covering his sorrow in the past. A time when he was betrayed by love. The heart that once melted was frozen again with hatred. Mitchel regretted knowing love made him a weak figure.

**

In the early hours of the morning, a woman slumped down the stairs. He picked up a glass in the cabinet to pour milk and put the bottle back in the refrigerator. A baritone voice echoed throughout the room.

PRAANG

Hana turned her body with a creeping fear. He is not a thief but Hana's stomach cannot be compromised and he only relies on an infusion hose still attached to the back of his left hand. So afraid, he did not realize the position of the infusion liquid bag fell to the floor along with the broken milk glass.

Mitchel walked over. "Ma.sorry I'm mister... I'm hungry.." Hana's body trembled in fear stared at by the eagle's eyes belonging to the billionaire.

Mitchel's hands pushed Hana's shoulders until her back touched the refrigerator door. Locking the movement of its prey. Without excuse, Mitchel scooped up Hana's ripe lips. Hana freezes on the spot but doesn't return Mitchel's kiss which slowly gets rougher until she can feel Mitchel's tongue exploring every inch of it. Realizing from her shock, the woman pushed Mitchel's shoulder, there was a trace of alcohol on Hana's lips.

"You're drunk, Mr. Mitchel.." There was no reply from the interlocutor. Mitchel lowered his head to pick up the infusion bag lying on the floor and held it up high as red blood slowly mixed in the infusion hose.

"Come on.." embrace Mitchel's innocence after what the man did to Hana. "I want to put a lid on the pot face. Damn handsome" his accent.

"What are you saying just now?"

"Em..nothing" Hana forgot about hunger.

"Do you believe I speak your country" Mitchel smiled devil

"I'm not sure" Hana looked up to the side, "Is she really drunk or pretending.." she said.

"Ult up" Mitchel replied in Indonesian.

"What's..." Hana stopped her steps. "You can speak the language of my country" asked Hana excitedly and again there was no answer.

Mitchel staggered into Hana's room and lay on Hana's bed after handing the woman an infusion bag.

**

"Erghs..." Hana groaned feeling that something was wrapped around her stomach tightly. Hana's eyelids opened wide to find a person's muscular hands coiled around her body. Hana shifted her position. Mitchel was sleeping beside him still in a hugging position even now the hug was getting tighter.

Hana cleared her throat hoping that the man who hugged her let go of her embrace. Butno. Even Mitchel's face was increasingly hidden around his neck in search of comfort. The room was still dark even though the sun was rising.

The first week after Hana wakes up from her coma and later in the afternoon she will be reunited with a handsome doctor whose name is difficult to mention. "Dogs...Dogh" uh. That means dog.."

Mitchel chuckled softly without a sound. The man had actually woken up when Hana toed Mitchel's cheek a few minutes ago but never got up.

"Yes, Doughlas." the farmer was happy to remember the doctor who treated him last week.

"Don't name another man when we're just the two of us" Mitchel cupped Hana's face to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Remind me to lock the door at night. I don't want anyone sneaking into my room" said Hana sarcas.

"This is my mansion, miss. Who dares to ban me" Mitchel rested his purse on the head of the bed.

Hana inched away but was restrained. "What else?"

"Clean yourself we're going somewhere" Mitchel asked with a smile.

The deg!

"Please take my apology for sleeping in your room"

Mitchel's words were exactly the same as Reymond's. Where Reymond relented and took him away for the weekend but Hana herself finally canceled and chose to return to Jakarta at that time. The shadow came back in the figure of a woman his age. Yes, the woman was Diamond.remember her tears made Hana shed.

Mitchel immediately grabbed Hana's body. "If the past hurts, you don't need to remember enough you close your past and start your new page for the future" mitchel's words calmed Hana down and those words applied to himself.

Hana nodded, unraveled the embrace then walked into the bathroom. Mitchel turned to walk in closet to choose clothes that fit with today's trip with his woman.

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