Set of Hope

eps. 33

St Vincent's Hospital, Sydney

Electrocardiograph machines continuously monitor the heart rate of the patient who is lying weak. His whole life hung the medical device and everyone who visited him must be keen to see the condition of the patient.

The aging face sat holding the palm of the wife's hand. Hope happiness is the one who replaces tired face in his old age. Although it looks tough outside the middle-aged man is quite heartbreaking to live his days accompanying the wife lying down and until this moment he always prayed that his only daughter still lives as a healer for his mother. The father was so frustrated without both his wife and daughter. They were the encouragement all this time, but it seems like the test of God this time is so hard he went alone.

Ridwan justified the wife's slightly slumped blanket. Yes, Mona was treated after returning from Jakarta after three months ago waiting for good news Hana. Niente. Neither the police nor Hana's family found any certainty. Reymond also helped, mobilizing his people in the field of IT.

Although he has found a meeting point but Reymond himself has not been able to confirm that his lover is in good condition or not. The security system is super tight to be one of the causes even James Reymond's right hand who is reliable in his field was difficult to penetrate the system.

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Still in his office suit a smiling man looked at the girl with his floppy hat. Clinging with various flowers in the garden behind the mansion is Hana's new hobby after getting permission from the owner. It was so exciting that he didn't realize someone was approaching him.

"They grew beautifully at the touch of your hand, dear"

Mitchel took over the flower basket from Hana's hands, the girl plucked a few stalks of roses in the back garden. With a smile, Hana turned to look at the voice she missed for a few weeks. At least so..

"Thank you for the compliment" Hana handed the three stalks of roses to Mitchell.

Ouwhs

"You got Mitchel's spiked"

Both of them were so familiar just calling his name just like now. Mitchel's index finger was hit by a thorn. Hana's reflex pulls the mitchel's index finger, but Mitchel holds it.

"What are you doing" Mitchel pulled his hand.

"Discovering..."

The strange murmur that Mitchel felt as Hana sucked Mitchel's finger to bleed out so that the wound quickly recovered. At least that's the traditional medicine she knew from her mom.

As long as Hana did 'it' Mitchel's eyes could not be separated from Hana's face precisely her ripe lips. Oh, I'd love Mitchel to kiss her, pulverize her and not let anyone feel those lips. "Damn... I want it !" Her thought.

"Done.." Hana rubbed Mitchel's index finger with her handkerchief. Hana knows Mitchel's crazy cleanliness.

"Why did you clean it with your handkerchief..." Mitchel was rather disappointed the rest of his lips were replaced with a handkerchief.

"Then why..." Hana showed me what she was doing.

"What can.." pinta Mitchel pursed her lips in front of Hana.

"In your dream." replied Hana indifferently.

Mitchel hugged Hana's waist positive. "Mitchel.remove. You're gonna make my roses wither if they're not transferred to the vase right away"

Mitchel took off his embrace. They walked hand in hand into the spacious mansion while laughing together.

Mitchel's parents and the mansion's legacy as well as a silent witness where he once felt the warmth of a family. Until he was five years old, he had to give up the figure of a mother he loved so much. Her mother was a warm and friendly woman without distinguishing the social status of others. A deadly disease has claimed her mother's life while she still wants a soothing mother's embrace as little Mitchel cries.

John Gavind's late father, inevitably he doubled his role of a father as well as a mother for the sake of Mitchell at that time. It was not easy for John to raise his son alone let alone his job as CEO when it made him go back and forth abroad. Patience is the key to success for a person.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your time, but there's something I need to talk to you about" Febio said. The man nodded.

"Enjoy your time Hana" Mitchel rubbed Hana's head.

"May this pretty flower be on your desk" Hana stared expectantly that Mitchel would not turn down Hana's request.

Mitchel received the rose and stepped into his study, followed by his personal assistant Febio. Hana stared at the brown door shut tightly and refocused her flower arrangement.

Other side..

"Say..."

"It's about Miss Hana, exactly her mother. He was treated for a week for a heart attack. According to the doctor who handled his time not long"

Silent

Febio stared doubtfully at his master starting to fidget over something.

"I will resign if there is no other order sir" said Febio slowly.

Silent

Febio left his master alone. Sooner or later this will happen. Death is the destiny of Almighty God, whom no one can escape or delay. Mitchel had experienced what it means to lose. After his mother first left him at the age of five years later followed by his father met his mother exactly a year ago.

What a treasure bountiful if the life that Mitchel felt was only emptiness without his parents. Mitchel's gaze was fixed on a frame where his father and mother and little Mithel were fixed on the table. His face when his hair was still black. His thumb turned to rub the photo of the mother who hugged him tightly. I don't feel like tears are flowing. His heart slashed, painful to remember his wound back.

Outside the door, Febio was concerned about his master. He is alert if anything happens to his employer.

"Is something going on, sorry if I sassy Mr. Febio but since five hours ago your master has not been out of his study"

"No need to worry miss. Everything's gonna be fine, I'm sorry" Febio left Hana at Mitchel's office door.

Hana's restless. "Not yes.." he muttered back and forth in front of the door. When his hand was about to hold the knob, the door opened revealing an uncharacteristically neat figure of a man. Hana peeked into the room behind Mitchel's burly body, hoping that nothing would break or break due to the monster's rampage. Safe. Everything is still neat in its place. Mitchel watched the girl's behavior in front of him with his flat look. If he wasn't grieving, he would probably laugh out loud.

The two back together. Mitchel remembered the condolence message from his assistant. Hana frowned reading Mitchel's expression that was beginning to be sad.

Grebs

Mitchell hugged Hana tightly. He could not share the news directly. On one side Mitchel has not been able to get far from Hana. Somehow his heart wanted the girl, more. But on the other hand it is the right of Hana to know the news of the suffering that befell her mother due to her actions that run away the daughter of others. Mitchel has not been able to part with Hana.

O Lord.This is the weakness if you love something more than its level. He must be afraid of losing. His embrace grew tighter, channeling his taste, dividing it even without a word. Hana replied no less tightly, the girl was worried about Mitchel's plight.

"Did he think of his late father again." - Bathin Hana.

Mitchell parsed his embrace. Steady his best choice even though his heart is not sincere but he must live.

"Go home Hana...."

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