THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 109. HUNCH WIFE

“I want to meet my husband, Opa. Please bring my husband here.  I want my husband,” to mess with Deandra with a cry that's getting worse. She wept wailing, unable to imagine life without her beloved husband.

“Opa promise to find him and bring him home.  Don't worry, son. Take good care of your content.” In his heart Yahya prayed that his grandson would be fine.  The last news he received that Verrel's safety was only a few percent.  Because the SAR team is still reviewing the crash site.

“He wants this baby, Opa. He waited for our son every day.  Husband---”

“Sssst...Opa knows, baby.  Opa will make sure your husband comes home and sees you.” Although his heart also felt a pain, but he had to be strong. Now only he can take care of Deandra.

“But---”

“You must believe in Opa. Promise to take good care of your womb, so that when your husband comes home he can see you are fine.  If Verrel does not want to come then Opa will punish him.”

“Don't..don't Opa. Don't punish my husband, he loves me and loves me so much.  I love Verrel.” His tears flowed more and more, his roar sounding extremely heart-wrenching.

“Iya, darling. Opa knows you love each other. You need to calm down and keep your pregnancy.  The child in your womb will be sad if you are sad, they can feel what you feel. Don't cry anymore, you must be strong for the sake of your two future sons.”

Deandra's lips vibrate “But Dea wants my husband, Opa. I want to be hugged my husband, want to be pampered my husband as usual.” Lirihan followed the roaring cry that was increasingly heartrending.

“Please.  Bring my husband back, Opa. He promised to make me happy forever. I want my husband, Opa.”

Yahya could not hold on until he turned his eyes away.  This was the heaviest blow he had witnessed in his entire life. He used to feel pain from Amran choosing his mistress, but what happened now hurts more.

“Where are you Verrel? Why did you leave me and our son?” Deandra closed her eyes, which continued to shed tears.  “Life in a few months I'm going to give birth. But you left me. You don't want to keep me company forever like you promised.”

The doctor and nurse looked at each other.  One nod as a gesture for them to give the patient space to calm down.

“Call me or nurse if Madam is out of control.  His emotions will be fickle and do not leave him alone, Mr.” the doctor told Mr. Yahya.

“Thanks doctor.” Yahya nodded briefly.  The atmosphere in the VVIP room where Deandra was treated turned into a heartbreaking place. 

Her crying was unrelenting, a wife who waited for her husband's news and hoped that her husband would return to make everyone inside feel his sadness.

“I just want Verrel back. I don't want anything else. I just want my husband,” muttered Deandra with her eyes closed.  He remembered Verrel's strange attitude the last few days, in fact he had already gotten a bad feeling.  Repeatedly she always prevented her husband from going to the office, especially when her husband said he was going out of town Deandra also protested as if he was not willing to leave.  A wife's feelings are always right.

Slowly he opened his eyes, blinked them repeatedly and spread his gaze throughout the room.  Again he felt disappointed not to find the figure of a handsome man who missed him.  Deandra closed her eyes, trying to sleep in hope when she opened her eyes later, the husband she longed for was there and hugged her warmly as usual.  She missed her husband's embrace, she wanted to breathe in the masculine scent of the body of the man she loved so much.  Despite trying hard to sleep, his tears did not stop flowing down his cheeks.  He could feel if the pillow refuting his head was already wet by the dripping airmatan.

‘Strong Deandra. Must be strong, pray that your husband is safe and come back to you,’ he said in his heart to calm him down.  She was trying to find the feeling that came to her heart, she wanted to feel that her husband was safe and well.  But he felt nothing, one hand touching his chest trying to dive into the feeling that arose there, like a hunch but still the same.  There was nothing, his chest felt empty, only the searing pain he felt.  Yuna and the two maids could do nothing but try to calm down her weeping master.

Yahya who is now outside the room trying to calm himself.  Moments ago Ayu his daughter-in-law contacted him, he wanted to return to his homeland to guard his daughter-in-law but Yahya forbade because he was worried Ayu could also be the next target.  Yahya must focus on the safety of Deandra and his content.  Yahya asks Ayu to stay in America to take care of the company there, while Yahya will take care of Deandra.  For a while he'll have William and Frans take care of the company here.

Yahya grabbed the phone from his pocket and contacted someone.  His face was very serious when he spoke to the person.  His tone sounded resolute and full of emphasis, he had to step in to resolve all these issues.

For a long time he prayed for Verrel's salvation.  Though there is little hope of finding her whereabouts, Deandra is convinced that her husband will definitely return to her.  He could not imagine his life without the man he loved so much.

“Aunt Yuna. Can you bring my husband's unwashed clothes? I miss him.” said Deandra Lirih.  Yuna nods and tells Alya to go home and get her unwashed Verrel shirt.  Yuna's heart was deeply wounded to see her master who was already considered as her son grieving.  Her feelings as a mother also felt the pain of Deandra.

...*...

"Hello."

"What's calling me?" said Frans who was not in good mood.

"Yeah, perverted om! Ketus very answer I want to eat people."

"Pfff...What do you want? I'm busy."

"I-I'm sorry to interrupt. I just want to ask Dea."

"Ehmmm...why not go straight to the hospital?"

"Can ya? I'm calling you to ask permission to sip Dea."

"Yes. When?"

"Hufff....can't you talk about it don't sniff? Not only are you sad, I am also sad" said Rosa who daritadi already felt annoyed with Frans' cold and flat tone.

"Why are you getting angry?"

"Yes, that. Uhhhh..yebelin. The good intentions of the phone even become sin."

"sin? You mean Push It? Are you ready to push?"

"Push....push....was the cart? It's not clear!"

"You are not clear. I'm asking you nicely, are you ready yet to be pushed?"

"Basar crazy pervert! Just push the sea. Ehhh.om perverted listen yes.you are not my type. Okay! Nye"

Ha..ha..ha. He who says sin, yes sin\=just push. Nice and even nolak. Upsss why I have long been crazy like him, Frans murmured inwardly.