THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 118. COME BACK, DARLING

“Yes, I remember. But it's been a long time. I've forgotten what his face looks like.” replied Yahya.

“If you may know, what was the name of the girl earlier?” viktor asked curiously.

Yahya wondered why Viktor suddenly asked about Deandra. He looked at the face of the man before him trying to understand what was going on.

“Deandra Ailsie.” replied Yahya.

“De—deandra ailsie.” reset Viktor with gaping mouth. Twice he said that name.

“Why are you surprised?” ask Yahya wonder.

“Shortly.  You wait here for a moment.” he said as he stepped hastily towards his study.  Soon Viktor returned with some paper in his hand.  Yahya who found Viktor's strange attitude since then also noticed the paper he was holding.

“Do you remember the name of my late wife?” ask Viktor again raising one eyebrow.

“Deandra Ailsie!” yahya answered, widening her eyes.  “What----”

"Yes, right. My wife's name is DEANDRA AILSIE! Same with the girl's name" Viktor said as if he could not believe the coincidence.

“How can her name be exactly the same as my wife's name? What's his last name?” ask Viktor again while his hand thrusts a paper in the form of several photos to Yahya. Yahya scrunched his forehead trying to remember.

"I don't know his last name, but you can ask him later when you meet him" Yahya said. 'Is it possible? But his name is exactly the same as Viktor's wife's.

“Try you see those photos.”

“Ha!…..Whose photo is this? Why is it so similar.” said Yahya did not believe to see the photo in his hand.

“That's my daughter. Anastasia Hutama. Do you remember?”

“Why does his face look so similar to my man granddaughter?” the two looked at each other in wonder.

...*...

Beep beep beep beep

The sound of the machine filled the room where Verrel was lying.  Yahya and Viktor were anxious because since yesterday the state of Verrel decreased and this morning the helpless body again showed a very dractical decline.

“Please do your best doctor. Save my grandson.” said Yahya lirih.

“I will try my best, Mr.”

It was seen that two nurses and a doctor were busy dealing with Verrel who was struggling, his heart rate weakened and several times his body convulsed.

Bad thoughts filled Yahya's mind, he tried to get rid of it but could not see the condition of his grandson.  Fear began to spread within him, let alone there were other doctors who came with the nurse and saw the three doctors talking to each other while checking on Verrel's condition.

...*...

While Frans was driving his car to the address given by Yahya.  Seen Deandra and Yuna sitting in the back seat, Yuna who hugged Deandra and continued to calm her because her master was still crying. “The girl should be calm.” said Yuna rubbing Deandra's shoulder.  “Will my husband be cured, Aunt Yuna?”

“Master is a strong person, He will definitely be fine, madam.”

After traveling, they finally arrived at a luxurious villa in the hills.  The building was guarded by several guards.  Frans' car entered the villa after security officers opened the gate.

“Is my husband here?” deandra asked Frans.

“True mistress. Look at that the Great Lord is waiting.” he replied.

Deandra got out of the car and half ran towards Yahya.

“Be careful...Do not run later you fall, you forget yes if you are pregnant?” yahya said with a smile.  She knew that her granddaughter could not wait to meet her husband.  Deandra and Viktor stared at each other, there was a mist appearing in the old man's eyes. 

He seemed to see someone's shadow on the girl in front of him, accidentally his eyes dropped looking at Deandra's bulging stomach. But this is not a good time to ask, he thought.  After Deandra salutes Viktor, they enter the room where Verrel's body lies.

Her tears flowed profusely as she saw her husband's body lying helpless. Her hand touched her husband's face, with a raucous voice and a soft deandra called her husband “Verrel. Here I am your wife.” Deandra's hands touch her face, hands and then clasps the hands of the man she loves.  He brought his face closer to Verrel's ear and whispered something.

...**...

In the dark, a man was looking for a way home.  But there was not the slightest light that he could find there.  Shortly afterwards, the sound of groans and pleas for mercy from a woman echoed.  The man recognized the woman's voice.  On the sidelines of the woman's voice came another voice, the voice of a man laughing boomed ridiculing and demeaning the woman.  “Deandra?”  But the man was not sure, he stepped forward and the heartbreaking voice was heard more and more clearly.  With weight he stepped his feet on the road that was actually flat.  He could not step, his legs felt very weak, he fell and knelt on the floor which felt very cold like ice.

“Do not do this, Sir.  I beg. I am not j*lang, Mr.”

“Ha..ha....ha...In that case, I myself will make you a j*lang.”

“Please pity me, Mr.”

“Pity? It's not that easy to get away from me, baby. Know it? I paid your body a fortune tonight.  So I won't let you go until I'm satisfied.  You'll never let go.”

For a second the man turned to the left.  The woman's voice was getting louder.  He tried to get up to find where the voice came from.  “Is that Really Deandra?” the man exclaimed.  His steps weakened as he walked even further.  He fell back and stood up again, but he saw a beam of light illuminating the heartbreaking scene before his eyes.

He saw for himself the flash of the past when he treated a woman harshly.  Hit the woman with a belt and throw her away.  The shadow continued on as he punished a servant.. The servant begged and thrashed.  The man's treatment stopped when a woman screamed.  The same shriek he believed was Deandra.  It did not stop there, there was a push that was waiting for him to limp towards a door and open the door and enter.

The light behind the door is brighter.  There was a woman in the arms of a man whom he knew very well.  That man is himself. His eyes blinked to make sure and when he realized he knew them, he choked.  They faced each other and stared longingly.

“Deandra.” That name was uttered from his lips for the umpteenth time.  But he soon dropped both knees.  An unbearable pain hit his head.  The horrific clashes, swearing and threats he once uttered now wrapped him tightly.

“No! Nah! Just stop! It hurts so much.” He groaned in despair.  There was nothing he could do and nothing he could call to help him.  Dark around him until a beam of light came accompanied by the sound of a woman's cry.  The same woman's voice.  Unmistakable, that sad voice was the voice of his wife Deandra.

My wife is here, that's my wife Deandra. I miss you so much, baby. Deandra.....Deandra.