The Perfect Happiness

S2 - Eps 75's

Lisa POVS.

After the dinner with Tika's family, I decided to head straight to my house. The Tika family was so kind to accept my presence in their midst, regardless of what I had done to Tika. Yes, maybe Tika did not tell that to his family because Tika is not the type of person who likes to tell something to just anyone, even to his own brother.

That's one of Tika's traits that I admire about her. Not only was it an outpouring of heart I had told him about, even for the problems he was facing himself, he was reluctant to share them with me, unless I forced him to tell a story. Tika was able to keep the burden of her own life.

'Very different from me, ' my mind.

From a distance I saw a large number of people sitting waiting for me on my balcony. With the speed of the car slowing down I entered the side yard of the house, then turned off the car engine. I watched the man's movements from inside the car while taking off my safety belt. A man, his face still can not be recognized because he was sitting in the corner of a balcony chair with minimal lighting lights.

I came down the car with a heart that was beating so fast, like a drum about war uh, sorry for the blur! That's the song lyrics!

Back to the situation I feel right now. I was wondering who that man was. Trying to relax and calm down, I walked slowly closer, the man prepared to stand up and moved closer to me as well, revealing his face in the spotlight.

I'm jerking!

My steps stopped, my heart beat faster. I couldn't believe what I saw. While the man just smiled slanted meaningfully, standing with both hands that he deliberately tucked on each side of his pants pocket.

"Hallo! You think by unlocking the cave number, the cave trus can't see you?" said the man firmly then returned grinning.

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Pov Haikal.

I immediately ran to my room, changed clothes and grabbed the flip-flops under the desk, and took my jacket hanging from the hanger. Then back to run to the ER room. From the back door, I put the slippers and jacket on a nurse and asked her to deliver a dress-wearing woman to the waiting room. The nurse responded, and I immediately entered the action room in the ER.

Adam has helped me to do the first handler. Oxygen hoses have been installed, pacemakers have been lit. He just fainted. Adam immediately continued his duty to thoroughly check his condition. And Adam had stated that he was fine now.

"He seems to have Asthma and it is dangerous, especially if it has come to this condition." Adam told me the results of his examination after a few hours had passed.

I looked back at Adam, as we watched the condition of Mother Clara in the ICCU.

"His condition is fine, but his body is still weak. I hope he is conscious." Adam added while patting my shoulder and left me.

Once again I sighed then decided to go to the waiting room, meet Clara and her father. I am not sure of the news that I have to convey this, because on one side of the mother is fine just waiting for her to realize. But on the other hand, he has Asthma, a disease that is either known to his family or not.

As is clear to my knowledge, Asthma disease can not be treated especially if it is too severe to faint like this. Asthma is not a fatal disease, but it is a serious disease because if not handled properly it will still make the patient feel uncomfortable.

I slowly opened the door and found another sad sight. My steps stopped seeing all that. A pair of fathers and daughters embrace each other, strengthening each other. His father seemed to be trying hard for the sake of his only child, Clara.

I strode back my feet heavily towards them, then smiled politely at the Father. Clara turned her head, saw me and then suddenly stood up and hugged me. Roaring to ask how the condition of the bunda.

"Where's mother?! Mother why?! What's going on?!" he cried out in tears, shaking my body in his arms.

My tongue is muffled, unable to say anything, seeing Clara's reaction like this. I only exchanged glances with his father, who was now unable to hold back his dam of tears anymore. Many times I saw him who tried to wipe his tears violently, but the effort felt useless to him. Until finally I returned Clara's arms, tried to calm her down and advised her father to immediately enter the room, where his wife was.

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I let him dissolve in his grief, with his hands clasping each other on his lap. The direction of his gaze was only on his two hands. Occasionally Clara returned to shed tears, but as fast as lightning she wiped it rough.

My heart was full of seeing his condition. Fortunately, he wanted to wear sandals and a jacket that I had left to the nurse to give to him. At least he wanted to use it to warm his body.

I slowly approached her, then I grabbed her head with both hands and carried her leaning in my arms. Without any repulsion, Clara followed my will. I heard no more sobs.

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Clara POVs.

My heart felt like it was struck by lightning hearing that my mother had Asthma. The disease is in my body. A month ago when I fell ill, I was diagnosed with the disease by a doctor and said it was incurable, only avoidable.

"Mother is conscious?" I asked while in Haikal's embrace.

Haikal stroked my head gently, unlike the usual Haikal. But I enjoyed the tenderness he gave me.

"Not yet, but definitely conscious. Let us go inside, but once your mother is conscious." His hand touched my chin and brought my head to look at him, he smiled. Then we headed to my mother's room.

In the room, the father sitting next to the mother faithfully grasped the palm of the mother's hand and kissed her. I love and adore my mother. I approached my father and grabbed him from behind.

"Father, you must be healed." Dad strengthened me and rubbed my arm. I put my face next to her ear and nodded.

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I woke up from my sleep lying on the couch in an ICCU room, away from the glass room where Mother was lying. My body was covered with a fine blanket that I don't know when. I also saw my father sleeping beside my mother, still with his hands clasping each other. My father's body was covered with a blanket the same as mine. 'Maybe it's a blanket from the hospital, ' my inner self.

I immediately went and approached the father, looking at the mother who had not yet been awakened. Justifying the blanket of the father who fell partially.

Suddenly a hand touched my shoulder, I turned my head. Haikal smiled at me and said, "Morning."

I returned Haikal's greeting. "This blanket—"

"Yes, I'm the blanket. I have a hospital." Haikal cut my question.

Then he showed me a crackle that he had been holding since. Then I took me back to the couch. Take out the contents of the crackle that turned out to be our breakfast meal. Why us? Because he also ate with me.

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