The Rich Widow

Mr. Andrew

Upon arrival at the hospital, Amara immediately received medical help. He even received treatment in the VIP room. Which was deliberately ordered by the man who accidentally hit him.

While Amara was still getting treatment in her room, Nadira chose to wait in front of the room while continuing to pray. Wishing safety for her little daughter.

The man who hit Amara looked agitated. Several times he glanced at the luxurious watch that was coiled around his wrist, like there was a very important thing he had to do at the moment.

Slowly he walked up to Nadira and handed him a business card. "I have a little business. If there's anything, just call my number."

Nadira raised his head and looked at the man. "Where are you going? Don't tell me you want to escape responsibility, yes!" sahut Nadira with a bit of roughness.

The man breathed heavily. "I promise that I will not run away from responsibility. I will remain in charge of your son until he fully recovers. You can keep that promise. I'm still in this hospital anyway. I will definitely come if you call me," explained the man.

Nadira looked into the man's eyes and there were no lies there. "Alright, I hope you're not lying."

"You can hold my word" he answered steadily.

Nadira grabbed the business card given by the man. He left in a hurry to leave the room.

Nadira watched the man until he disappeared from his sight. "It looks like the guy is having a problem. Um, what was his name?" muttered Nadira then glanced back at the business card he was holding.

"Andrew Alvendra Putra. His name is long" he murmured again.

A few seconds later.

The man kept his promise. He comes to see Nadira again, although Nadira does not contact him.

"How is he doing?" asked the man, who managed to break Nadira's daydream.

"You?" Nadira was shocked. "The doctor is still doing the examination" he continued, noting the look on the man's face. His face that previously looked so tense, now looked calmer.

At that moment, the door of the room opened. The doctor who examined Amara's condition finally revealed the trunk of his nose. He smiled and approached Nadira.

"Mad patient?"

"Ah, yes, Doc. My mother. How's my son doing now, Doc?" replied Nadira.

"After a thorough checkup, it turns out that your child's condition is fine. No injuries or serious injuries. He was just a little bit shocked because of the incident and now you can already see him," explained the Doctor with a smile.

"Oh, thank goodness. Thank you very much, Doctor," said Nadira with teary eyes.

"Either. Excuse me first."

After the doctor died, Nadira rushed into the room and was followed by Andrew.

"Mother!"

Little Amara, who was still lying weakly on the bed, extended her hands forward. Nadira welcomed Amara's helping hand and then hugged her tightly while occasionally kissing her cute face.

"Mara, Mom's son. I love you, son."

Amara glanced at Andrew who was standing by her bedside with a smile. Suddenly Amara reflexively calls the man Father.

"Dad!"

Nadira interrupted her daughter's words. "Honey, Om that's not Amara's father. It was Om Andrew, Om who brought Amara here."

"Hello, Pretty!" greet Andrew with a warm smile.

"Mom, Ara wants to go home." Amara whines and asks to go home because she feels uncomfortable in that place.

"Yes, Honey. But later, yeah. After Mr. Doctor gave Amara permission to go home," persuaded Nadira.

While Nadira was talking with his baby, Andrew was busy talking to the nurses who were still in the room. He asked the health workers to provide good and satisfying services for the little Amara.

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A few hours later.

Amara had fallen asleep due to the effects of the drugs given by the Doctor. While Amara sleeps, Nadira intends to meet Andrew who has been faithful waiting in front of the room. He wanted to apologize for having had a bad time thinking and thanking the man.

Slowly Nadira opened the door of the room and he saw Andrew talking to someone on his phone. Andrew's face again looked anxious and Nadira was convinced that the man had such a serious problem.

"Ehm, okay. I'll be there soon!" said Andrew.

After the call was interrupted, Andrew immediately turned around and saw the figure of Nadira who was already standing behind him. He smiled and greeted her.

"Nadira," said.

"Mr Andrew—" Not finished Nadira speaking, Andrew had interrupted his speech.

"Enough Andrew," as if with a big smile.

"Ehm, Andrew Mas. I'm sorry for being so rude to you and I also want to thank you for having—"

"It's okay, Nadira. That's been my duty. Oh yeah, I'll excuse you for a second. I'll come back later" he said and left in a hurry.

Nadira was astonished to see Andrew's behavior at that time and somehow suddenly curiosity enveloped his heart. He wanted to know what exactly the man did to make the look of his face often look fickle.

Slowly Nadira stepped out to follow Andrew from a distance. The man continued to walk with long and fast steps to make Nadira quite difficult when following him.

"Geez, where is he really going?" Nadira Gumam.

Nadira finally stopped when he saw Andrew entering a room where there was a man waiting for his presence.

"How's the condition, sir?" andrew asked the man who was ten years older than him.

The 40-year-old rushed to the door of the room and answered Andrew's question.

"Come in, Sir. And look at it for yourself" he answered.

After Andrew and the man entered the room, the door was closed until Nadira could not see what they were doing inside.

"Actually who is being treated here? Ah, the master really made me curious" he muttered as he approached the door of the room.

After a few minutes of silence at the door of the room, Nadira began to push the door very carefully. Luckily, no one realized that the door of the room was no longer closed. There was a slight gap that allowed Nadira to peek inside.

Nadira saw an old man lying on the bed of a patient in an unconscious condition. In addition, there are also some medical devices stuck in his thin and pale body.

"Who is that old man? Is he Mas Andrew's father?" muttered Nadira with a confused face.

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