Single-minded

Crushed...

"Fariz, I'll go home first. It was late at night, afraid I might not find an angkot. After all, Azzam's condition is stable. The doctor gave her a sedative. It's likely that he'll wake up tomorrow morning!" vira said casually as she saw Fariz sitting in the living room.

Vira has been in the Atmaja family home all day. He hasn't had time to rest and change clothes after college. Fariz forced him to come, to see Azzam's condition. Fariz forced him to do so because Fariz was afraid something might happen to Azzam. Fariz's guess is right, Azzam's condition is not okay. Had Vira come in an hour longer. Maybe everyone including Vira. He will lose Azzam forever.

Fariz stared in surprise, as Vira said goodbye to him. Had Fariz thought, things will improve with the presence of Vira. But his hope was dashed, when Vira said she would go home alone. Once left Azzam who lay weakly helpless. Fariz was confused as to what to answer? However the presence of Vira would be the most efficacious remedy for Azzam.

Fariz wondered what would happen tomorrow. When Azzam woke up and Vira was not there. Today Fariz was devastated, when both eyes saw, how fragile Azzam was without Vira. Then can Fariz let Vira go home. When his presence is needed by Azzam.

Fariz stood closer to Vira. He saw Vira carrying a backpack. Fariz saw clearly, how ready was Vira to leave? All because of the haughty and arrogant Atmaja family. Fariz shook his head, right in front of Vira There was no more appropriate answer, other than not allowing Vira to go home.

"Why do you have to go home? Stay here, at least until Azzam is conscious. I can't let you go home. Considering that Azzam really needs you. Can't you take care of her tonight. To be honest, I was afraid that what happened this morning would happen again. Azzam needs you, Mama needs Azzan!" fariz said firmly, Vira was silent. He was too scared to be in this house. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff. In the abyss, deep-seated hatred of Lord Angga to him.

"Fariz, Brother Azzam doesn't just need me. He needs you too. Take care and guard Azzam. I'm sure he'll rise, if you're there to sustain him. Maybe I'm the reason he's fragile and weak. But it is the brother's affection that will help him uplifted and rise up!" sahut Vira was flat, Fariz shook his head weakly.

Fariz cupped his hands together in front of his chest. He invited Vira to be ready to stay. At least until tomorrow morning, before sunrise. Fariz will never be able to sustain Azzam. Because Azzam's body needs Vira's warm affection.

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"Why are you in my house? Not that you're gone. Are you back for a life of luxury?" said Angga cynically, Vira smiled cynically at the words of Angga.

Angga did not know the true condition of Azzam. Even Angga did not know, if his proud son died a few hours ago. Fariz and Vira cover up Azzam's condition. Because they were afraid that something more fatal would happen to Melda. Angga is unaware of Vira's whereabouts, as he is busy worrying about Melda's deteriorating condition.

But Angga felt strange, when he heard Fariz was arguing. He wondered who Fariz was talking to? That's why Angga came out of his room. He was shocked when he saw Vira standing not far from his room.

"Look Fariz, what did the great lord say? I have no right to be in this house. So I better go home. Please let me know, if Azzam's brother is conscious!" vira said, then she walked over to Angga Atmaja. Vira stared fixedly at the great lord of Atmaja. A father who could see his son's ruin. A family leader who prefers honor and possessions. Of the happiness of his proud son.

"Great master, I'm in this house not for the sake of living luxuriously. I came to serve my weak, helpless husband. My husband chose nothing, because of your selfishness. Maybe you could see he's broken and fragile. But as a wife, I don't want to see her in vain. Just like Miss Melda who will always support your wrong and right. Accompanying every healthy and sick you, that's how I am today. It's just here for my husband, your proud son!" Vira said firmly and coldly, Fariz smiled triumphantly.

The first time Vira looked at Angga while talking. Not forgetting the boundary between himself and Angga. But dare to speak for self-esteem that no longer deserves to be stepped on. Vira spoke firmly without fear. At least now Fariz sees another Vira. The destruction of Azzam made him brave. The frail Azzam gave him strength. Against Angga Atmaja a heartless father.

"Dragon's talking, you're just an ART kid in my house. You have no right to speak or hunt me. I can destroy you, without Azzam being able to save her!" angga said with emotion.

"Fariz, I don't want to disturb the rest of Azzam and Madame Melda. I'd better go home. My existence will only ignite a fight!" vira said coldly, Fariz nodded slowly. Fariz won't hold Vira. Fariz realized Angga Atmaja's attitude was very inappropriate. After all, Azzam's condition is improving and stable for now.

"Papa never realized one thing. The woman who just got kicked out. He's the savior of your son, he's the spirit of life, brother Azzam. Maybe you won't be able to see you standing. If papa knew the condition of Azzam's brother!" fariz said softly and coldly, Angga stared intently at Fariz. It was as if he did not accept Fariz's words.

"Get me talk!" said Angga Emotion.

"Father, go to Azzam's room. So that papa would believe my words. See for yourself the destruction of your son, the destruction that began with your own hands. If only Vira had come late today. Not the weak body of Azzam's brother you see. But the body that is stretched stiff is lifeless. Papa will no longer be able to see the smile on your face, but the tears that accompany the funeral of Azzam!" fariz said coldly, Angga fell silent listening to Fariz' words.

"Vira came because I forced her. His hand pulled the body of Azzam's brother from death. While your hands are pushing Azzam's brother in ruin. The blood he shed, not without reason. Brother Azzam wants to throw Atmaja's blood in his body. But all in vain, me and Azzam were born out of your love. But now we have to die because of your arrogance!" fariz said it got colder, then walked away from Angga.

Fariz no longer cared about Angga's thoughts. He could no longer look at a father who would break his son's heart. Fariz walked to his room. Fariz asked the head of ART to guard Azzam from outside his room. Azzam would not allow anyone to enter his room without permission.

Tap Tap Tap

Angga saw Melda running towards Azzam's room. His weak body was forced to run. Angga anxiously followed Melda. Angga was afraid of Melda falling, clearly visible Melda's body is still very weak.

Buuggghh

"Azzam!" she was weak, her body falling right in front of the door of Azzam's room.

Melda couldn't step inside. Melda stared at the remnants of Azzam's fury. Vira has cleared Azzam's room, returned everything to its original place. But there is still anger left behind. Many things are destroyed unnoticed. Melda mourned her son who was now lying helplessly. Medical devices were installed, to sustain the life of the son.

"Melda wake up, Azzam is fine. You are still very weak, you need to rest!" said Angga, while helping Melda wake up. Melda brusquely brushed off Angga's hand. Melda pushed Angga's body away. Melda stood holding onto the door of Azzam's room.

"Maybe Azzam is just the heir I gave birth to for this family. He's nothing more than your nappy filler running the business world. But you forgot, I gave birth to her at the cost of my life. I wiped her tears when she was a child. He leaned on me when he was sad. But today I have no meaning in his life. When my hands can no longer hold it. Your arrogance keeps me away from him. Now look at your son's weak body. He's gone because of your arrogance. Are you proud of your treasure? If there is no heir. If I could choose, I wouldn't want to love you. So that my son is not hurt because of the pride and status you are proud of!" melda said weak and soft.

Melda walked into Azzam's room. He was standing right next to Azzam's body. Melda held Azzam's hand, gently kissing the son's weak hand. He sees Azzam living only with the rest of Vira's love left behind.

"I'm sorry mom, forgive me for being weak. My mom won't stop you from leaving. Pursue your love as far as he goes. Leave this heartless family. Forgive me for not being able to follow your steps. Angga Atmaja may be a cruel person, but he is a man who is in the heart of mama. Mama's love for him, which makes mama have to stay in this house. Just as you live and die with the love of Vira. Mama is also the same, happy with the sacred love that remains!" inner Melda while crying lamented her son's destruction.