SUPPOSE THAT...

DIFFERING

"What did you do to my granddaughter ?!" Hertoni's old face flushed with deepening wrinkles.

That night he got word that Dave was in an accident, he who was in Malaysia and taking care of important work, just went home on a private plane.

Andreas was silent while looking away, his face was dull and full of guilt.

"Throughout the years you've given your own flesh and blood, and now in just a few weeks he's staying at your house, he's been like this !!" The 85-year-old man.

"...Sorry.i..." Andrew was speechless. He still looked down while occasionally rubbing his tired face because he did not sleep last night.

Hertoni growled at the attitude of his former son-in-law, but his wife held his arms strong, making Hertoni turn to his wife.

"Why hasn't Dave realized yet ?" erika asked with her face covered in tears.

Andreas raised his face and looked towards the Woman in her 80s with hair in the blond paint and in that simple loop.

"...Dave's lost a lot of blood..." Andreas said slowly, as if afraid that his statement would backfire on himself.

"Why not directly in the transfusion ?" erika's tone of voice rose, her chest pounding with feelings of anxiety and worry for the safety of her only grandson.

"....PMI...there is no blood supply for Dave.." replied Andreas after a moment of silence.

"What kind of words are those ?!" Hertoni immediately grabbed Andreas' collar with both hands.

Unlike the usual Andreas who would definitely fight straight away even though it was his own former in-law, this time the 50-year-old man who still looked so dashing was just silent, he said, trying not to see Hertoni.

At that time they were in the Presidential suite room, where the patient's bedroom was separated by a door with a living room-like room to visit the Patient.

And that's where Andreas and Sanjaya's Spouse Husband and Wife are.

"Why didn't you donate your blood to Dave ?" erika asked with emotion. "Is it because Dave's Eva's son that you don't want to sacrifice a little ??" he said while wiping away his tears that were covered with handkerchiefs.

"I've never distinguished Dave." Finally Andreas looked towards Erika and took off Hertoni's hand grip on her collar. "If I could." he was stifled to see a pair of old eyes looking at him demandingly.

"If you can what ??" Erika doesn't understand. "You can, you're Dave's real father !" his words were angry. He felt Andreas' attitude as if he did not care about the safety of his Grandchild.

Suddenly the sound of knocking on the door rang out, a man in a neat black suit bowed respectfully towards Andreas.

"I've spread the swarming to social media and print for anyone with blood type O Rhesus Negative will get ...."

"Rhesus what...??" Hertoni cut off the talk of the man in the black suit.

Andreas frowned suddenly and closed his eyes, before flicking his right hand towards the man in black, as a sign that he was leaving immediately.

Susana was silent for a moment with the three people who were still standing, waiting for an explanation from Andreas.

The sun began to rise with a tinge of bright yellow light on a bright blue sky without clouds. Kirana was still crying while hugging the headstone from the white granite boulder that read RENDY A MARTHADINATA.

"I'm sorry Kirana Om." Kirana said regretfully. His face was flushed with swollen eyes from crying continuously, his feet were scuffed and bleeding from running non-stop from the Hospital where he was in Rawar, to the Cemetery on the hill.

Now he remembered all the fateful nights at a Feast he had gone to, the sound of the twilight blasting of fire from a teary-eyed man who had cast evil upon him.

He who was only a 3-year-old child at the time, could only cry in fear as the muzzle of the gun pointed at him.

Kirana was crying so hard she could hardly breathe. His chest tightened as he recalled how the figure of the person who now holds his grave, and his attitude used to come to pray just because the mother told him, it turned out to be a very nice person and had saved his life.

"Ommm..." Kirana was still crying while hugging the mound of earth covered in thick Japanese grass with white granite stone at her tip.

He remembered his mother who always reminded every 6th to come to the tomb, it was not only for his Opa who used to spoil him, he said, but more to his Om who lost his life on that date because of him.

Meanwhile, Marisa who early in the morning had returned to the Hospital, after before her he had to go home because Kiandra was alone at home with the Maids, who was alone, surprised that Kirana's bed mattress was empty and Jonathan, who was waiting for her, fell asleep on the couch last night.

"Jon, where's Kirana ??" marisa asked worriedly after Jonathan woke her up.

Jonathan stammered, he rubbed his sleepy eyes several times. Before he was fully conscious and found Kirana's bed empty with the drip hose removed and hanging with the infusion fluid dripping onto the floor.

"A, what...??" hertoni's eyes were rounded staring at his former daughter-in-law whose face was no less gambled than his current self.

"Where might Dave have that collarbone blood type ??" Erika almost screamed in shock at Andreas' statement.

Andreas gulped with difficulty, even unconsciously his hands clenched to strengthen his heart.

"...Dave O Rhesus Negative blood type, a rare blood type that can only be donated from group O Rhesus Negative as well." Andreas explained slowly.

"Then look for your family with that blood type !" Erika shouted impatiently.

Hertoni was standing glued to the face that was beginning to fear for his grandson's safety.

"Why shut up ?!" His wife, who was usually more patient than he was, now looked so emotional.

Even several times the 80-year-old woman hit Andreas in the chest because her ex-son-in-law looks heartless by letting Dave not get blood for his transfusions.

Both Andreas' eyebrows are intertwined with wrinkles on his forehead and under his eyes that increasingly look real.

"ANDREE !!" Erika hit Andreas in the chest because the man was silent. "You may not care about Dave, because you only care about your children from that woman, but I !" Erika patted her own chest. "I took care of Dave even when Eva didn't care about her own son !" the old eyes of the woman were watering again.

Andreas looked sadly at him.

"You know the truth we never agreed Dave lived with you !" back Erika said. "But Dave has tried so hard, made even my Husband wither and finally he can stay with you." Erika caught a glimpse of Hertoni who was still silent beside her with a flogging thought.

"We never demanded anything from you, even if you treated Eva, my only child like trash.." Erika's voice trembled with reddened eyes and tears returning to flow.

Andreas looks away at it, he tries to be strong and does not deny anything that his former father-in-law said, even though he can.

But now the focus is only on Dave and the shadows of the past that make him afraid something will happen to his son makes his head hurt.

"Every second for Dave is precious, and you're still just quiet ??" Erika doesn't believe it.

Andreas just looked down, his face was wrinkled.

"...Please.." Hertoni's voice rang out, making Andreas turn towards him.

The man who used to be close to his father in terms of business cooperation and followed his match with Eva, Dave's mother and their only daughter, now looks clear.

"....Blood type O Rhesus Negative is very rare.." he said slowly. "I was afraid something might happen to Dave before your guy found the right donor." his old eyes glazed over at the Ex-Daughter-in-law he hated so much. "You're his father, your blood must be the same as Dave's.." he accidentally cut the sentence.

He saw his wife, who was as old as him, crying down with her wet handkerchief.

Hertoni, the famous President Director of Sanjaya Company who was haughty and self-worth high bowed his head before Andreas. "...Please save Dave, he's my only hope at this near-death age.." he sobbed.

Andreas should have laughed happily, and Hertoni Sanjaya begged him. But not this time, because his heart is currently as broken as the man.

"...My blood type is not the same as Dave." Andreas said after he fell silent and could control himself. "Everyone from my family, no one has that blood type..."

Hertoni and Erika were stunned.

"...The only person with the same blood type as Dave, just my foster brother..." Andreas spoke again, calm and slow when he said it. "You know him, too, right, Rendy..." Andrew smiled bitterly.