The Love Never Loses

Chapter 73 Hope of Miracle and Anger Yanti

“What will happen to her,” Denny looks at Hanna with a glazed look.

“The most fatal condition, complications facing bleeding in the brain. I hope it won't happen. We can only pray,” Aaron pats Denny on the shoulder.

Denny brushed his face with both hands. Her heart grew sore from hearing the reality that Hanna might experience. He is upset that he cannot help, only to be able to witness Hanna's suffering.

Aaron left the room, after seeing Hanna calm down. Denny sent him to the door. Bik Surtik, Mr. Ipul, is still faithfully sitting waiting in the hall chair with a tired wrapped. Denny felt sorry and asked the two of them to go home for a break.

Denny himself could not rest, he sat beside Hanna with a look watching Hanna's pale face.

“Drekk, Drekk, Drekk, the sound of the phone rang from behind the shirt pocket and Denny grabbed it.

Saw Sudrajat name papa Hanna calling. Denny's finger shifted the green color symbol to answer the call.

“Denny, how's Hanna?” Sudrajat worries about his daughter, after getting word from Denny's mom.

“Pa, Hanna is sleeping now?” Denny was still staring at the weak body that was lying quietly on the bed. Denny gently stroked Hanna's head.

“Is Hanna really Pregnant?” Sudrajat asked from across the street to confirm the truth of Hanna's pregnancy.

“Ya, what new papa knows?” Denny was astonished to hear Papa Hanna's question. Earlier, Hanna said she had told me about her pregnancy.

“Hem, the boy kept his pregnancy a secret from papa. Because he's scared, papa wouldn't be happy to know. Did you know that Hanna was sick?” Sudrajat asked Denny again.

“Ya Pa, Denny just found out now, Hanna also kept her illness a secret. If you already know, why not tell Denny? I will not make him suffer more. Maybe now Hanna's healed from running all the therapy.” Denny's tears rolled down his cheeks. He felt very guilty not supporting Hanna's recovery.

“Don't feel guilty, this is his choice. Sorry to keep it a secret from you, because Hanna forced papa not to tell.” Sudrajat knows his daughter loves Denny so much, he wants to spend the rest of his life with Denny.

“Now I can only see and wait for the miracle of Hanna with her baby safe,” Denny wiped a tear on her cheek. He hopes there is a miracle that can help his wife and future children.

“Papa pray that the miracle exists. Strengthen yourself, right now only you are the encouragement of his life.” Sudrajat said with teary eyes imagining his daughter's recovery .

“Iya Pa, I will be strong and will not be weak in front of him. This is all for Hanna.” Denny held Hanna's hand. She was determined that deep down she would always be by Hanna's side.

In the evening of time in Singapore, Iqbal had returned to his hotel room. Tired of whacking him. Iqbal stepped into the bathroom, wanting to cleanse the body. The water keeps him fresh. After finishing the bath, Iqbal wore a casual outfit. Wrapped in a short-sleeved t-shirt with long jeans. The hair is combed back, with the help of pomade becomes effectively climsy.

She doesn't want to waste time meeting Yanti. Immediately his hand grabbed the phone from the nightstand on the right side of the bed.

“Hallo Yanti,” Sounded Iqbal greeting from the end of his phone.

“Yes, Mr. Iqbal.” Yanti answered briefly. There was a very crowded atmosphere in the back, making Yanti raise her voice answering Iqbal's call.

“Where are you? I want to meet,” Iqbal folds his forehead hearing the rhythm of the music beat Yanti's voice across.

“I am now at discotheque****, not far from the hotel. Come sir, join here, I wait. Tut, Tut, Tut.” The phone was cut off from Yanti.

“Discovered?!” Iqbal stared at the blackened phone screen. His mind was empty not wanting to deduce anything. Iqbal swung a step out of the room towards where Yanti was.

Iqbal has arrived in the discotheque, the music of hip pop beat spur andernalin. Iqbal's eyes wildly scanned the surroundings. The visitors crowded on the dance floor dancing, hypnotized the rhythm of the music guided by a DJ. The smell of alcohol drinks stings the nose, accompanying the visitors sitting down to relax and enjoy the night.

Iqbal's eyes stopped on the figure of someone who was his concern. Iqbal came closer, observing a girl sitting at the bar table.

“Hei Mr Iqbal long ago?” greet the girl while chugging the drink in her hand. Iqbal saw the eyes of the girl in front of him reddened like crying or the influence of a drink.

“Yanti, you?” Iqbal could not finish his words.

“Give us a Beer, my friend has come,” Yanti voice up to balance the music. Yanti wiggled her body to the rhythm of music that flowed.

“No, soft drink only.” Iqbal raised his hand gesturing to the bartender. Yanti looked at Iqbal with an indecipherable look.

“What's with him, he's really different from what I know,” inner whisper Iqbal observed Yanti's attitude.

“Hey is beautiful, let's accompany me to dance,” a man comes up to Yanti and embraces her waist.

“Hey, don't touch me asshole. Go there!!!” Yanti strongly rejected the man's body and he left irritated.

“Master, want to dance with me,” Yanti approached Iqbal, playing her finger on Iqbal's face.

Iqbal's hand held Yanti's hand, as Yanti pulled towards him. Iqbal's body is attracted, and Yanti is in his arms. Suddenly, the eyes of the two of them were fused together. Iqbal just silently watched Yanti's attitude. Yanti's face drew closer, the longer Iqbal's face approached.

“Huweek, huweek,” the liquid out of Yanti's mouth landed on Iqbal's clothes.

“Sial, what are you doing?” Iqbal was surprised to get treatment beyond his expectations.

Yanti ran away leaving Iqbal still busy with her clothes. Iqbal realized, Yanti had disappeared from his sight. He rushed to Yanti.

Iqbal's move has led him to leave the discotheque. The half-hunting breath chased after Yanti but was unable to find her yet.

“Where did he disappear?” Iqbal was annoyed by his attitude which had yelled at Yanti. His eyes kept circling around. The shadow of the woman staggered across the street.

“How can he be there?” Iqbal muttered to see Yanti right in front of him across the street by rolling shoes and a small bag in both hands.

Iqbal ran and waited in the crowded street crossing lights with passing vehicles. His eyes continued to observe Yanti who was still staggering. Iqbal's body stiffened as two men approached Yanti and tried to tease her.

“Hey, don't bother me. Go, or not...,” Yanti's voice was not heard, her mouth was already silenced and her body was forcefully carried.

“Hey, what do you want, let go of me.” Yanti is taken to a lonely and dark dead end alley.

“Nona, don't be a holy grail. How much are you paying, or you don't want money? We can both satisfy you miss,” The two men walked up to Yanti with their gazes ready to swallow her.

“Fuck, go you guys,” Yanti's voice rises and tear circles start to flow from the corner of her eyes. He tried to dodge and his body trembled in fear.

The two men were getting closer, Yanti was already cornered. He can't escape anymore. Then the hands of the jail forcibly touched his body.

“Stop, please..please,” Yanti tried to shout as hard as she could. The hands were getting wildly touching his body.

“Brakk, Brukk, Plash,” both foreign men fell on the ground unconscious. Iqbal beat the two men mercilessly. His blood boiled looking at the woman's harassing behavior.

Yanti cried sitting down limp with both hands clutching her half-open body. He couldn't lift his face. His body shook strongly shrouded in fear.

Iqbal came over, bent his knees to the ground and looked at Yanti in the face.

“Come, it's safe. Let me help.” Iqbal's hand tried to grab Yanti's body to help her stand up.

“Do not touch me, leave me alone,” Yanti stared at Iqbal sharply with hatred.

“Hey, what's wrong with you? I'm trying to help. Do you want more men to come closer to your situation, huh?” Iqbal was annoyed with Yanti's stubbornness.

“Help? You're helping? You're all men the same. Like Beautiful, after helping her and then making a mistress. Then die, surrounded by men nearby?” Yanti's tears rushing out spewed out the anger that had been held back.

“What are you talking about?” Iqbal's voice rose to hear Yanti's words insulting the woman her best friend loved.

“Yes, he has left, but the story about him will continue to be in the memories of the employee ****TV. Director Denny Prasetyo's mistress is known to die after spending the night with a group of men.” Yanti was crying hysterically.

“Spash,” slap landed on Yanti's cheek. His body was suddenly thrown to the ground and unconscious.

“Sial, what have I done. You idiot Iqbal, why can't you hold back,” Iqbal cursed himself, and brushed his hair back with both hands.