THE PASSION OF THE CEO
CHAPTER 236. DEANDRA AWAKAR FROM THE COMA
The atmosphere of silence and sadness that had filled the treatment room Deandra was now turned into cheerful with the presence of Juan who is good at talking and likes to make others laugh. In just an instant they forgot about the sadness and dissolved into a conversation full of jokes and laughter. After lunch, Verrel returned to the hospital.
“Hi my handsome cousin sister!” juan said as Verrel entered the room.
“Hem...when did you arrive?”
“It was two days ago. Why is your face so tangled?” juan asked, looking at Verrel's unusual face and appearance.
“Married then you will know.”
“I will not marry if it becomes tangled like you.” joked Juan but instead made Yahya angry and hit his grandson's head with the newspaper.
“No manners! Don't you have any empathy for your cousin, huh? Opa will find you a wife-to-be so you get married soon.”
“Ha? How can it be so opa! Does Opa know what kind of woman I want?”
“You just calm down! Opa knows your taste and will find what you deserve. Look at your brother William is married! What else are you waiting for?” yahya was upset.
When Yahya and Juan were busy arguing, Verrel sat down next to his wife's bed. He was still patiently waiting and hoping for a miracle that his wife would wake up. Dai held on to the still uncertain hope. For Verrel only his most precious wife in his life, Deandra's sacrifice had already given him five children. He did not want to lose the woman he loved.
The pain in his heart was already like a piling up of pain and he could only hope for the miracle of Master for his wife. Verrel kissed Deandra's cheeks alternately left and right but the woman remained silent unmoved. Verrel doesn't care about the people in the room. His hand could not help but hold his wife's hand, he suddenly felt something touching his palm.
Verrel turned his head and saw Deandra's fingers moving, Verrel gasped in disbelief, he blinked his eyes and saw Deandra's hand move stronger and stronger. Verrel reflexively turned to his wife's face and noticed a weak movement in her eyelids. He shouted as Deandra slowly opened his eyes. “He's aware! Wife realized! Dear deandra.....honey you're sober!”
Verrel's cry stopped Yahya and Juan's argument. The four men half leaped closer to Deandra's bed when they saw her eyes open weakly.
“Call doctor....quick call doctor!” said Viktor who was happy to see his grandson conscious. Verrel's hand pressed a button on his wife's bed, before a doctor and nurse entered the room and examined Deandra.
“Mistress do not move much first yes because the former operation has not healed.” said the doctor to Deandra who answered with a nod. After the death of doctors and nurses, Verrel was again beside his beloved wife. Her eyes were misty full of happiness seeing Deandra was already conscious even though her face looked pale and weak.
“My baby?”
“They're fine, baby. Didn't the doctor tell you? All three of our babies are still in the NICU room, when your condition improves I'll see them.”
“Have you given a name?”
“Ya, already. Caesar Aditya Ceyhan, Carlos Yahya Ceyhan and Chloe Victoria Ceyhan. How?”
“I like, their name is nice-good.” said Deandra with teary eyes.
Yahya and Viktor who stood on the left side smiled happily. “Thank you for giving us five funny great-grandchildren. Our family is so crowded.”
“Opa....” Deandra shed tears of joy in the midst of a family that loved her. “Mama Ayu where?”
“Let's mama here with Om Peter. Last time he came home because of business, before long he left you were even awake.” said Verrel who continued to hold his wife's hand. “Please promise me Deandra. I just want you, enough of you and our children. Promise me you'll always be by my side”
“Ah…..Opa!” verrel glanced at Deandra. The room was filled with laughter.
“I promise. You also have to promise there will be no other women.” said Deandra.
“I'm sorry Verrel, Opa. Looks like I'm on leave first deh, taking care of five children must be troublesome.” said Deandra palpated her stomach.
The treatment room was filled with happy laughter, by night everyone gathered there. There is Ayu and her new husband and Anita and Liam, there is also Deandra and Frans' father along with Rosa and daughter Lily.
...******...
Today Verrel is back in good spirits because his wife is conscious of her coma. He also returned to the company because he would meet with important clients.
“Halo, what's up Jack?” verrel asked who received a phone call from his men.
“Master, we've brought the man who owns the house to the headquarters. Can the Lord come now? He just wants to talk to Mr.”
“Good. I'll be there soon after the meeting. Wait there and don't let him run.”
After the meeting was over, Verrel rushed towards his headquarters. “Where is he?”
“There is a side room, Mr.” a guard replied as he followed Verrel.
“Please, Mr.” said Jack who was waiting in the room gave a seat to Verrel.
“Who are you?” ask the middle-aged man who is sitting in a chair with a tied position.
“I don't like pleasantries. Who the hell are you? Who ordered you to kill the man.”
“I have no business with you guys. Untie me. What the fuck are you tying me up like this. It seemed to catch me and bring me here! Don't you guys have anything to do with that fucking guy?”
“Open the tie and give him a drink.’ Verrel said.
Jack untied Waluyo's body and offered him a bottle of mineral water.
“Pak Waluyo. Looks like you're not a random person, don't you?”
The middle-aged man just looked at Verrel while frowning. “What do you want?” finally the man asked after he remembered who Verrel was.
“What did you kill that man named Dayat?” verrel asked observing the man's expression. “Why did you kill him?”
“Ha ha ha ha ha...yes I sent him to hell! He deserves to die!” waluyo was angry. “If you already know, then why kidnap me? I'm not afraid of being imprisoned, let alone dying! I'm old and have no one else.”
Verrel just sat leaning against the chair with a sharp and unblinking look. Paying attention to the expression on the middle-aged man's face in front of him. There was anger, hatred and grudge satisfied in the middle-aged man's eyes made Verrel want to dig even deeper. Perhaps he could find a red thread from the man in front of him.
