The Love Never Loses

Chapter 102 Think and Decide

Yanti disconnects the call, looking thoughtful with eyes glaring upwards.

“What's important work, Mas Iqbal is very secret like that?” Yanti's inner speech and her head crossed someone's face.

“Drekk, Drekk, Drekk,” voice phone heard greeting across.

“Hai, Del. Where are you?” Yanti hunts questions without heeding politeness.

“Hem, why are you? Aren't you doing any work bothering me?” Deliana grumbled at the voice of her best friend.

“Del, just answer my question? Where are you?” Yanti sounded annoyed.

“Hey, hold your emotions, ngak good pregnant.” Deli stumped a smile imagining his best friend blood riding.

“You're in the hospital? Didn't you accompany Dania?” Yanti can guess the existence of Deliana with the sound of an ambulance.

“You not only become pregnant but also now,” serge Deli.

“Del, my current husband is with Mr. Denny. I want to know, why does he have to go there? But, instead you're home.” Yanti's voice was no longer high.

“Iqbal, meet Denny? Wh why? What does this have to do with that woman?” Inner Deli said, flashed the shadow of Jesika's face on Deliana's head.

The last meeting left an unpleasant impression in Deliana's heart. Denny prefers to pursue married women. Surprisingly again, the woman's husband even accompanied her to the airport.

“Del, are you still there?” Yanti's voice rose again waiting for Deli's answer.

“Hem, why don't you ask yourself, He's your husband?” Deli replied in an annoyed tone, Deli's footsteps taking her outside the hospital building to a car that wasn't parked far away.

“If he tells you, why should I ask, what are you doing?” Sergey Yanti.

“Home time, wait for me at your house. I'll come.” Deli decides on a unilateral call.

“Hey...tut..tut...tut...”Yanti stare at her phone annoyed. He did not want to wait, he suspected that something was covered up, curiosity increasingly locked him up.

In the hospital.

A few minutes later, a man came with a bag to Denny, who was sitting in the hospital.

“Master, this is the shipment of Mr. Iqbal,” His speech handed the bag bag to Denny.

Denny accepts and looks at the contents inside, pants, clothes, underwear and a thick jacket.

“Bal, you are like my mother,” Denny murmured inwardly.

Directly flashed across Denny's head the face of the old willa. His heart was again sliced, remembering the actions that had separated the Beautiful. He should hate his mother, and the dead Hanna should be involved. Denny's heart has forgiven Hanna but her mother feels innocent. Now the woman appeared before him. She desperately wanted to have a return, but she herself was not convinced by the status of Beautiful and the hardness of heart her mother would accept?

“Master, sir,” the man in front of Denny called out, saw him thinking hard.

“Hem... Yes?” Denny regained consciousness from the thought of recapturing the face before him.

“This master is a hotel door card, Mr. Iqbal asked me to order it for you. The hotel is not far in front of the hospital. Sir can rest there,” said as he reached out.

“Alright, thank you. You can go.” Reply Denny while grabbing his gift.

“Yes sir, I'll go,” young men bring steps leave Denny.

“Drekk, Drekk, Drekk, Denny's phone calls from behind jacket pocket.

Denny's hand moved to pick up the cell phone. His eyes stared intently at the thin screen that was still on.

“Mama,” whispered her heart, as if there had been an inner contact between Denny who had just recalled the old woman's face.

“Hallo Denny, how are you doing?” A soft and firm voice greeted from across. Although Denny's mother was already six heads old, the aura of leadership was still lingering and felt strong.

“I'm good ma,” Denny replied briefly and not passionately.

“How are the grandchildren of mama?” The sentence asked still waiting across.

“Nia, also healthy ma,”

“Not Nia, but my grandson is one more,” Mama quickly snatched Denny's sentence.

“Saka what mama meant? How did mama know?” Denny's black bead rounded large with a heavy voice suppressing the words that came out.

“Denny you're mama's son, whatever happens to you mama will know. So, take him home.” The command line flows out.

“Ma, how could I take him, I just found out he's my son. He is also the son of a mother, what about Indah?” Denny stood up with a flushed face holding back anger. Her mother's orders were heartless, although she was eager to bring her son along but it was impossible that Lovely did not participate.

“That woman cannot be with you, she is already married. Take his son, for he is your flesh and your heir. She could still have another child with her husband. It's not a difficult thing, or mama will act.” Sentences of orders and threats still dominate the nature of Mama Denny.

“It's crazy, mama got involved, until she got away from me. Now, easily mama wants to separate her with her son after ten years have passed?” Denny brushed his hair rough, frustrating at the thought of the cruel act in his mother.

“Iya, for the sake of the future of the Prasetyo family, blood cannot be separated from its descendants. He is one of our descendants, and must be with us. Do not be weak in this matter, mama does not want you to obey feelings. Until now you don't want to go home, mama has allowed whoever your partner is, but that hasn't happened yet. While my granddaughter Dania is sickly, even though my mom seems cruel but this is for your good, remember that.”

“Ma, she is now unconscious. Don't you know, his life is under threat.” Clear liquid pooled in Denny's black bead.

“Mama knows, rest assured he's fine. Think and decide, Mama is waiting for your answer. Tut, Tut, Tut,” voice disconnected unilaterally without waiting for the approval of the interlocutor.

“But ma, I..” Denny was unable to resist the pressure of his mother. He was getting frustrated, his face that looked tired these two days in the hospital without rest was getting gloomy. Unknowingly a powerful blow struck the wall. Hand wrapped in bandages, back wet red liquid.

In a separate place, a car entered the parking lot of an apartment building. A beautiful girl looks out of the car and steps gracefully into the luxury apartment building. The footsteps entered the elevator and before long the step returned gracefully breezed. Then, stop in front of a door and press a small button on the monitor screen attached to the wall.

“This is me,” said while developing a smile.

“Klek,” sound door open.

“How long, I've been going to bed.” Sapa Yanti while kissing the left-right cheek of Deliana his best friend.

“Sorry Bumil, I bought this before I got here. I didn't get to buy souvenirs, the hunt had to go home. So to make up for it take this.” Deli handed a small pouch to Yanti.

“Hem, from her fragrance I can guess “durian”, I love you so much,” Yanti wants to hug Deliana back but a pair of hands hold her back.

“Don't touch me traitor, you love me but marry someone else and now pregnant,” instant silence, Deli put on an angry face.

“Ha.ha.ha..,” a burst of laughter evaporated in the room.

“If you are a boy, I have been married to you for a long time,” Yanti said impatiently opening a durian fruit box.

“Hey, do not much later your baby disco because of the heat inside,” Deli gently sweeps Yanti's stomach looks round protruding.

“Iya I know, thank God there is no mas Iqbal. If he was, I wouldn't be allowed to eat him. Hem...” Yanti said starting the action of devouring one stone of durian fruit.

“Udah is enough,” Deli took the box from Yanti's hand, she did not want Yanti greedily devoured it all.

“Hem.., one more. Please one day, Del,” Yanti pointed the index finger towards Deli by putting on a cute face.

“Basic you, this is take. Quickly spend, I want to ask you something?” Deli put on a serious face.

“Hem... Thank God you created this wise fruit,” Yanti said as she slowly enjoyed her favorite fruit.

Deli just put on a smile looking at the behavior of her best friend, in her heart she can not wait to ask something that hangs on the head. While Yanti seems to have forgotten the original purpose of the arrival of Deli because he was cool to enjoy the fruit king.