THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 117. MEET VIKTOR

“Where did you hide my grandson, Viktor?” tanya Yahya who impatiently wants to see Verrel.

“Besabarlah. Come with me.” said Viktor let Yahya in and directed him to follow him.

Without refuting Yahya followed Viktor down the hallway and turned into a spacious room.  The open door saw a large bed located in the middle of the room, there was a man lying there with a machine and hoses connected to his body.  Yahya shed tears, approached the bed and saw Verrel still unconscious.

The doctor and nurse in the room saluted Yahya. The doctor explains Verrel's true condition.  Yahya nodded listening to the explanation from the doctor.  Her heart was happy to see her grandson survive the accident.

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The two old men were sitting in the guest room, no one spoke as if they were reluctant to start the conversation. Viktor told me how Verrel was in his house. After a long time both of them were silent without anyone feeling awkward with the silent atmosphere.  Finally Yahya broke the silence “I thank you for saving my grandson.”

Viktor looked at Yahya “Ya. You don't have to thank me. Pray for your grandson soon.”

“You haven't told me how you found my grandson or maybe you have something to do with all this,” Yahya said,

“Do you still hate me until you accuse me of being so Yahya?”

“Maybe.” replied Yahya ketus.

“My men found him in the woods. Then they called me, because of his condition I told my men to bring him here.  It's impossible to get him to a hospital, you know the distance from here to the hospital is very far.  If it does not help him directly, he could have died in the middle of the road.” Viktor explained.

“Lucky my personal doctor is here. Sorry if I just called you.”

“It's okay. At least I'm glad my grandson survived.  You know, only he's my hope, he's my reason for staying this long.”

“Ahhh...why are you so poetic Yahya?”

“You don't make fun of me Viktor! I owe you one, you saved my grandson.” Yahya said.  Given their feud a few years ago, the two also broke off the relationship.  However, over time Yahya learned that the past was not Viktor's fault. 

“When I saw it, I immediately recognized that it was your grandson. There's no way I'm not helping him.  I know what it's like to lose, look at me. An old man who lives alone without anyone. You lucky to still have a grandchild, while I? Until now I didn't know where my daughter was. Is he alive or dead.”

Yahya looked at Viktor, he knew everything the man was going through. For years looking for a princess.  Because he lives in the Netherlands and his sickly wife makes him unable to leave his wife to search for her daughter's whereabouts.  Yes, Viktor is right if I am still lucky to have a son-in-law, grandchild and granddaughter-in-law even more Deandra will give birth.

“Do you still hate me Yahya?” ask Viktor.

“No. We are both old. You forgive me, I consider us even because you saved my grandson.” Both of them looked at each other and stood up and shook hands.  Then they embrace each other like in the past.

“Thank you Yahya, you finally forgive me.  I can die peacefully now.”

“It would be foolish of you to die now. Don't you want to find your daughter? Have you given up?”

“I never give up and you know it. But, if I don't also find it, I'll be sincere.”

“I'll help you find him.  You don't know anyone else here, I'm all you know.  Don't-don't everyone you paid to look for your daughter's whereabouts just cheated.”

“Maybe. I came back four months ago. I've determined if I don't find or get any information about my daughter, then I'll go back to Holland.”

“What information have you found?” ask Yahya.

“No. Everything I got hasn't directed me.  The last address I got was fruitless. He doesn't exist, probably never lived there.”

“Thank Yahya.  I'm glad we can go back to how we used to.”

Yahya nodded and smiled. Yep….Viktor was her best friend since childhood, they grew up in the same neighborhood. Viktor married a woman from the land of windmills, his wife a Dutch woman born in Indonesia.

Yahya took the phone out of his pocket and contacted Frans.

“Halo, Tuan” replied Frans who was surprised that Yahya contacted him via video call.

“Give your phone to Deandra.”

Frans then thrust his phone at Deandra the voice of the grandfather calling his name, impatiently he took the phone “Opa, how is my husband? I want to see my husband.”

“Sabar, darling. Your husband is fine. But he is still unconscious.” replied Yahya.

“Can I see it, Opa?” asked Deandra who impatiently wanted to see her husband.

“Wait a minute, Opa entered the room so you can see.”

Deandra noticed the room like it was not a hospital due to the luxurious design of the room.  “Opa where is it? Like not a hospital.”

“True. It's in Opa's friend's villa. I'll tell you later. Look at that your husband.” Yahya said pointing his phone camera towards the bed.  Deandra's tears flowed to see her husband's body lying helpless, there were several hoses attached to the body of the man she loved.  “You must be patient yes, pray for your husband's recovery.”

“Verrel....did you hear me? It's me your wife. I miss you Verrel.” her prank calls her husband. Yahya tried to catch his breath, his chest felt tight to see his unconscious grandson.

“Opa can I see him? I miss my husband Opa.’ he sobbed.

“Bby. You must be healthy.  Tomorrow you come here, Frans will drive you here.”

“Thanks Opa. Please take care of my husband for me Opa.” Deandra said. Now she can smile knowing her husband is safe and tomorrow she can go to see him. Instantly he rediscovered his lost spirit. Deandra looked at Yuna and Rosa alternately.

“Iya, darling. Oh yea. You should thank Grandpa Viktor, he saved your husband. He is an old friend of Opa.” Yahya said then walked up to Viktor who was sitting in a chair near the window.  He gave Viktor his cell phone. “This is my grandson, his wife Verrel. He wants to thank you.” Yahya said while pointing his phone at Viktor.

Viktor looked at the mobile phone screen, staring at the face of a girl whose face was gloomy with puffy eyes.  But that face felt familiar to him, reminding him of someone.  Deandra looked at the old man's face without blinking. 

“Thank you, sir, for saving my husband.” he said. Deandra felt like she had seen the man for a long time but she had forgotten where she had seen the face.  Viktor was surprised, seeing the face of Deandra who was very, very similar to someone.  What possible? Her thought. He was still dumbstruck when Yahya took back his phone.  After talking for a moment with his former grandson, he put his phone back in his pocket.

He looked at Viktor in a daze, looking at the man's deathly pale face like he had just seen a ghost.  Why does his face look pale after talking to my granddaughter? Her thought.

“Viktor...you why?” ask Yahya.

“A--ahh no.  Your granddaughter is beautiful.” he said stammered.  No way, he thought. But he looks a lot like that. Did she?

“Yahya...can I ask?”

“You ask what?”

“You remember my daughter?”