The Love of the Master

Episode 188 Left Forever

With a sense of happiness, Dewi entered the campus garden. He breathed fresh air there. The situation still looks lonely because he arrived at half seven in the morning. Only a few students came. In spirit he walked towards the class he had missed these few days.

Not until his cell phone class rang, his face paled upon hearing the call. Without waiting any longer he immediately ran out of the gate. Putting his phone carelessly into the bag, it was unknowingly that the flat object had fallen on the asphalt.

Pick up a taxi and leave immediately. His body shook while crying. Hearing the news about her father Dewi being so hysterical, she was the only parent she had right now.

"Where are you going, Non?" ask the taxi driver.

The goddess wiped her tears. "To the hospital, sir. Cipto hospital" he replied. Wishing the state of the father is fine, there are no serious injuries even though the news given is the car carried by Doni ringsek because hit by an unruly bus.

Didn't think would give this news to who pum, all he wanted was to quickly get to the destination. The road is jammed, maybe the road is jammed because of the accident. Forced Dewi down in the middle of the road, he got off after paying a taxi.

"Non, the hospital is still far away" the driver shouted.

The goddess did not budge, her mind in the mist. He doesn't want to be abandoned by Doni, the man is the precious man in his life right now. Run as hard as possible, until slowly run it slack because tired. Sweat floods the forehead area until it goes down to the neck. Finding the ojek base, Dewi also intends to continue his journey to the hospital.

That's where he was. The hospital was short because of the number of victims who were rushed there. The victim was seriously injured and the dead were also present. The mixed feeling came agonizing, the knees shaking with the body starting to limp.

"Sus, is there a patient named Doni Nugraha?" tanya Dewi grabbed the shoulder of the passing nurse in front of her.

"Miss can see the list of announcements about buses there." Show the nurse to the board.

"My father was not a bus passenger, he was in the car that hit the bus" Dewi said.

"Oh ... If there's an ICU room, it's bad. Miss can go there now, "sister.

The goddess ran back to the ICU room, not knowing where it was so she had to search first. Seen by the ICU room board, he approached the room. While walking towards there the door of the room was open accompanied by a gurney pushed from the inside by several sisters. There was a patient on it, his body covered with cloth from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

The goddess approached with a gontai step. "Sus, is he an accident victim?" asked the Goddess in a hoarse tone as she continued to cry. Sister nodded. "May I see it?" the Goddess Pinta, and the nurse nodded again.

Slowly his hand reached for the cloth covering the victim, his hand trembling in fear that the victim was his papa. Slowly but surely. The goddess closed her mouth in surprise, no longer able to withstand the weight of the body that felt so weak. The girl fell unconscious right next to the gurney.

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Dewi was still unconscious, she was too shocked when she found the victim of the accident. His only living parents left him, now he is completely alone. The goddess opened her eyes, and she began to wake up. But the girl immediately cried roaring. His body rose up from the gurney but immediately slumped to the floor. There is no energy to stand on, he does not know what to do.

A step was heard towards the room. The goddess looked up at the open door.

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Stop by yuk here again.

Title: Call Me Yura.

By : AG Sweetie

Vlora was only silent with a chest that felt tight and a beautiful face that was bathed in tears. No matter how bad the trip was, the household that was on the verge of collapse was the umbrella for him and Given for six years.

That household tub in hell was what had given him and Given a good status in the eyes of the world. Farewell was not Vlora's goal, nor his wish.

Whatever the reason and Tristan was at the moment, Vlora was obviously hurt and disappointed, even as she felt extremely devastated. Same with Tristan.

"Why?" tristan asked in a whispering voice.

"I shouldn't have been hurt, not you." Pointing Vlora's chest.

"I thought I was the one who sinned to hurt you, I'm the one who's hurt the most right now. You're cruel, Ra!" A drop of tears slashed from the jet bead. Tristan lowered his head and paused his words.

Maybe Vlora could not see and feel, that a piece of meat behind the man's chest was slashed. The wound inside there was gaping bitter gulps that numbed all taste.

"I obviously hurt you so blatantly, but you secretly neatly betrayed me so sweetly. Then why should you feel the wound while the thorn is yourself? Why, Ra?" added again.

Tristan brushed off the wet tracks down his firm jaw, then laughed foolishly.

"I played with a lot of heart just to vent my disappointment with you. But you're just the opposite, making me your impingement on someone else's doing." Tristan nodded in disbelief.

"Who is he?" asked Tristan flatly.

Vlora lowered her head, without any intention of opening her voice.