THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 119. LOVE BRINGS HIM BACK

“Deandra? Where are you dear?” the man's scream holding his throbbing head caused an unbearable pain.  He tried to stand up, even though both of his legs felt very weak.

“Verrel! Verrel darling!.”

The voice stopped his steps.  He turned around and there he saw the woman he loved so much and missed standing with a crumpled face and puffy eyes.  Looks like the woman is crying.

It was not the woman's eyes that shifted her attention, but the hand that was holding a distended stomach as if it was protecting.  “Deandra, dear.” But his voice did not come out, he tried hard to try to call but his voice was held in the throat.

“I miss you so much, Verrel. Come here my husband.”

The man's lips suddenly stiffened.  Both of his legs are getting heavier.  He wanted to run towards Deandra and hug her but there was no way he could.

“Why didn't you come? I miss you, don't you miss me?”

‘What? Miss you? Wherever possible, I always miss you.’ Mumbled the man.

“Build sweetheart. Me and our two future children are waiting for you.  Come on, baby wake up.”

Now that he couldn't breathe, his chest felt very tight when he could see but he couldn't touch.

“Build Verrel, darling. You should go home soon. We're waiting for you.  I can't live without you. I can't raise the fruit of our love without you.”

“De--deandra?”

Smile expands.  “Yes, I'm Deandra, your wife.  Come back, dear.”

“Ka--kau”

His hand outstretched “Come, we go home.  You have to take responsibility for our future.  Come on, my husband come home. I'm taking your promise. Remember your promise never leaves me.  Notnot now.  Take my hand, my husband. Let's go home.”

He looked at Deandra's hands and hands.  Their distance was very close, he felt difficulty with both of his legs which seemed to be shackled.  But he was not discouraged to see the sweet smile on his wife's face.

“You can, Verrel. You're a strong and great man.  You're gonna be a great dad to our kids.  You can definitely go through it, let's keep going..raih my hand, dear.” said the woman again gave encouragement to the man.  With all his might the man tried to force his legs to move.  It was quite difficult and it was very painful and it took a struggle.  He did not want to give up, again he looked at the face of the woman who continued to give him spirit. His hands continued to stretch and asked Verrel to try to reach him, the woman's smile seemed to give him the spirit to keep fighting.

“A little more. Come, honey. You can, just a little more.  You should come home with me.  We're going home to our house.  There we will raise our children.” The woman again smiled lovingly, her hands still outstretched pleading for the man to grab her hand.

“Deandra?”

“Iya, darling. Let's go home.”

Her chest warmed with a raging feeling as the woman she believed was Deandra tightly clasped her hand.

“Deandra.”

“Iya, darling. We home.  Didn't you say you wanted ten children?’

The man nodded and smiled.

Suddenly everything was dark and his hand was released.  There was no one there and he didn't see the woman again.  He repeatedly shouted the woman's name and called her.

“Rone Verrel. You should go back.  I'm sure you can get through it.  Listen to my voice, baby.  I'll lead you home.” The voice echoed even more, but he still did not see the woman anymore. He circled his gaze trying to find the whereabouts of the woman but only his voice could be heard calling out to her.  “Verrel! Come, come.  You heard my voice, didn't you? Come to me, dear.”

The man felt the warmth “I have to go home. Deandra's waiting for me, she needs me, my son needs me.  I can't leave them.  I have to go home.” Verrel prayed and mentioned deandra's name in every step of his foot.  Until he arrived at a place that was emitting a dazzling light to the eyes, he blinked slowly.  The woman's voice was getting clearer and clearer and more clearly heard calling out her name.

“Deandra, dear?”

It made a woman turn her head, she just came out of the bathroom.  The woman smiled and ran over to the bed where she was lying.

“Verrel.”

Not wanting to be trapped a second time, the new man narrowed his eyes. He did not want the woman to disappear his shadow if he touched her.

“Verrel, ka--you're up?” deandra asked with a hoarse voice and tears flowing profusely soaked her cheeks.  He immediately grabbed Verrel's hand attached to the infusion and kissed her many times, spilling all the longing for the husband he loved.

“Dea--Deandra? Deandra my wife?” the man's voice sounded stammered.  The woman nodded many times accompanied by heartbreaking sobs. “Iya, darling. It's me Deandra.  This is your wife, Verrel.”  She wanted to hug the body of her husband who she missed so much, but the medical instruments in her husband's body made her unable to do so.

“Are you Deandra, my wife?” said choked.

Deandra nodded enthusiastically without being able to answer.  She was so happy to see her husband alive.  That was all she wanted, her husband came back.

“Deandra, my wife?” Yes, God is so happy Deandra is today.  Despite her limitations, she approached her husband.  Smacked those pale lips to answer.

A warm feeling spread across Verrel's body that closed his eyes.  The descriptions are still the same and make it sure that the woman who is currently****** her lips are his real wife.  Unresponsive, Deandra pulled her lips.  The pair of black bead eyes opened and their gazes met and locked onto each other.

“I will call Opa and doctor.” said the pregnant woman and without waiting for an answer from her husband she walked out in a hurry. Yelling called out to Yahya and the doctor who was in the guest room.  Hearing Deandra's cry, they headed towards the room where Verrel was.

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“You should eat more,” said deandra while feeding the porridge in the bowl in his hand the Verrel mouthpiece. “We need to go home as soon as possible.  I don't want to be here too long.”  His tears flowed back without him being able to control them.  He tried to wipe it but lost quickly with Verrel's hand that had rubbed it first.

“Don't cry again, dear.” pinta Verrel with a wiry. His heart was burning to see his wife crying.  He didn't want Deandra to shed a tear.

“It's your fault. Who do you think makes me cry and sad?” said Deandra ketus with a cry that did not also subside. “You.  You scare me, you know I don't want to lose you. Just imagining it makes my heart hurt so much.”

Verrel was stunned, staring at his beautiful wife's face despite being in tears.  The woman is getting more beautiful every day especially her cheeks that are more and more so that makes her very adorable.  Verrel smiled.

“You owe me a lot, you have to pay for every drop of my water,’ the mess while stirring up the porridge that stayed a little in the bowl.  Then she bribed her husband.

Still with sobbing cries and conical mouths that look very funny in Verrel's eyes.  Deandra placed the empty bowl on a tray and took it to a small table in the corner of the room but Verrel's hand held it. “Do not go. Stay here with me.”

“Do not go anywhere, dear.  Just let someone else do it.” Verrel said with full gentleness.  “Sini. Sitting here,” he patted the side of the bed that was still empty.