SUPPOSE THAT...

FACT

Faintly Hertoni remembered the figure of the man who was always there behind Andreas at that time. Almost invisible, and Hertoni did not care, because for his dignified, the figure of the man named Rendy could never be aligned with him, although his business partner Adnan Marthadinata who is none other than Andreas' father who has now died has raised him as a child.

For the colossal Hertoni, the offspring could not be replaced with anything. And must be a man who always looks neat and serves as a Deputy Director with all his achievements advancing the Company and even won a tender for the collaboration project Sanjaya Company and Marthadinata Corp, he said, it will not change the fact that Rendy is not a descendant of the Reverend Family, but only an adopted child who was taken from the Orphanage and is not clear of its origin.

"What do you mean by talking like that...??" Erika looks emotional.

Andreas just kept quiet while looking away.

Hertoni with a stunned face walked slowly towards the door where Dave was lying down. Through a half-glass door, he could see his Granddaughter asleep with her head wrapped in bandages and medical devices attached to support her life while waiting for a suitable donor.

"Say whose son is it...??" Hertoni remembers when she suddenly got the news that her recently divorced daughter gave birth in Paris.

Eva was silent even though she threatened to take the baby if she remained silent and did not want to say anything.

The old man's tears with a wrinkled face dripped as he looked at Dave's pale face with his eyes closed.

"You're great Dave, it's appropriate that you're a Sanjaya." Hertoni praised Dave who was 10 years old at the time but managed to jump class.

"You're special because you're born of 2 noble families, you don't deserve to hang out with people who aren't your equal." he said on another occasion when Dave was 15 years old and he wanted to play with children his age, but was banned by him.

"Although your parents have divorced, it doesn't change the fact that the blood of the Marthadinata Family flows to you, so there's no reason for you to be jealous of them, just because your other friends came with both parents." Hertoni said firmly to Dave who lost it graduated cumlaude as the youngest graduate and was disappointed that Andreas could not attend his graduation.

"Why are you two quiet ?" Erika looked at Andreas and her Husband in turn.

Hertoni was still standing at the door of Dave's room in the care of his wife's back, while his ex-daughter-in-law just kept quiet and stood not far from her.

The 80-year-old woman's face was wrinkled sadly with tears returning to flow. "...Why do you say only Rendy has the same blood type as Dave...??" her crying.

In another room Marisa who knows her husband is worrying about Dave who has not received a donor, does not want to burden him with the news of Kirana's disappearance.

He had been traveling around the Hospital with Jonathan from morning and had ordered some bodyguards to come looking, but as we approached this lunch, Kirana had not met.

"Where exactly is Kirana ??" Marisa sat in the hospital garden chair with a tired and anxious face.

"....Oba-san." said Jonathan slowly as he sat next to the 43-year-old woman with simple dark hair and wore a cream-colored puffer shirt.

Marisa looked towards him

"...I'm sorry I interfered, but Kirana got drunk like that.Surely she was depressed.." said the white-eyed man. "So.please forgive Kirana.."

"Why is Oba-san apologizing...??" The 23-year-old Japanese man who currently wears a blue shirt and black jeans is smiling. "I love Kirana, and I want to know her even the worst. So that I could know how to cheer him up when he was sad." said his words with Indonesian that still sounds strange even though he had studied it for years.

Marisa. "You're really good Jon." Marisa stroked for a moment Jonathan's arm sitting beside her. "Kirana is lucky to be loved by someone like you." she continued.

Suddenly the vibration of the mobile phone in Marisa's skirt pocket felt, she immediately picked up her phone. From one of the bodyguards he told him to look for Kirana.

Marisa's tired face immediately turned shocked when she heard the bodyguard say they had found Kirana who collapsed in the Marthadinata Family tomb area.

Every hour seemed to pass quickly, suddenly the night was back to say hello. Andreas can see the Doctor in the Nurse's aid is trying to make Dave survive with a variety of tools and drugs that are injected into Dave's body that is empty.

Andreas' hands trembled, the painful shadow as Rendy was shot and lost a lot of blood while saving her Daughter flashed countless times in his mind.

"Do something !" in the corner of the room Erika shouted at her husband who was sitting down with a bowed position. "What's the problem if Dave is Rendy's son ?? Dave is still our grandson, Eva's son !" her crying. Erika was honestly surprised and disappointed, but she loved Dave so much and the feeling could not have been directly on the fox just by hearing this shocking fact.

Hertoni was so shaken that he sat still, even when his wife repeatedly pulled his arm.

Like nostagia seeing herself when Andreas saw the Husband and Wife couple.

Still he remembered clearly in his deepest memory, the last seconds of the good friend and adopted brother. How his face reviews the smile together with the loud sound of the ECG screen displaying a long straight line, which makes not only his heart crumble, but also almost makes him depressed because of so loss.

Andreas rubbed his face with tears as the door opened and the Doctor came out with the nurse.

"How's...??" andreas asked hoarsely as he held back the crying.

The doctor nodded with a face full of regret.

"Can't it be other than O rhesus negative blood Doc...??" Erika who was among them said. "Blood is very rare..how can my Grandchild survive...??" her crying.

The doctor was silent with a concerned look.

Suddenly the door opened hard, making all who were in the room surprised and turned towards him.

"Dave...??" Eva said with a breath of breath and a sweaty forehead.

He still wore a typical European winter shirt with a cloth covering his hair, and he looked so tired from running in thick clothes and high heels.

Andreas and Eva looked at each other, before then they walked quickly and hugged each other.