The Rich Widow

Andrew's Story

Andrew stood beside the patient's bed and grabbed the old man's hand.

"Daddy! Did Daddy hear me?" asked Andrew with a sad face looking at the old man.

The old man who turned out to be Andrew's real father did not answer. Her lips remained tightly shut and only her fingers responded to Andrew's question.

Andrew noticed the gentle movements of the Father's fingers that were now within his grasp.

"Look, Mr. Danu. Daddy's fingers are moving."

"Yes, you're right, Mr. Andrew. Mr. Bian was already able to respond to the sounds he heard around him. Hopefully Mr. Bian will recover quickly" said Mr. Danu. Trustee of Mr. Bian and now a confidant of Andrew.

"Aamiinu. Hopefully." Andrew was silent for a moment while looking at Mr. Bian's pale face.

"Honestly, Mr. Danu. Sometimes I get tired of seeing Daddy like this. I want him back to what he used to be" Andrew continued.

Mr. Danu touched Andrew's shoulder gently.

"Remain assured, one day Mr. Bian will surely recover. Although doctors have always said that the possibility for Mr. Bian to recover is very small, but we do not know what God's next plan is, Mr. Andrew. If God had willed, the impossible would have been possible" he said, trying to encourage Andrew.

Andrew smiled a little. "Yes, you're right, sir."

Meanwhile, at the door.

Nadira was still peering there and she heard the conversation between Andrew and Mr. Danu so clearly.

"True, the old man was the father of Mr. Andrew. Hmmm, pity him. May his father recover quickly" muttered Nadira.

Nadira closed the door and returned to the room where Amara was being treated.

Next day.

Nadira's face was radiant. Amara is now allowed to go home. However, before returning home, he wanted to meet with Andrew first. He wanted to thank me for giving such a great service to his son.

Not long after, Andrew arrived. The 30-year-old looks so handsome with a tight black shirt wrapped in his burly body. He walked closer to Nadira who was sitting in front of Amara's room.

"Nadira," said Andrew with a warm smile.

Nadira returned the smile of the man. "Good morning, Mommy."

"Morning." Andrew dropped himself on the chair next to Nadira.

"Today Amara has been allowed to go home. I want to thank you very much for the service that Mas has given to my son" Nadira said.

"really? Whoa, thank goodness. I'm so glad to hear that. When are you guys coming home? Let me deliver you," he said.

"Maybe it's noon, Mommy." Nadira was silent for a moment. Suddenly he remembered the old man who had been lying weakly on the patient bed yesterday. He was the father of Andrew.

"Maas ...."

"Hmm?" Andrew glanced at Nadira and then smiled again. For some reason every time he saw the two beautiful netra Nadira, his heart felt a little more calm and comfortable. All this time, worry kept on enveloping him.

"I'm sorry if my question this time makes you feel a little uncomfortable. Yesterday, I accidentally saw Mas enter a room where your father was being cared for. If I may know, what really happened to your father, Mas? What's he sick of?"

"A few years ago my daddy had a tragic accident. His car entered the ravine and he was declared missing. A few months later he was found in a remote village. However, the condition is different. He no longer remembers anyone, including me. Even now, his condition is still like that. Every time his condition dropped, he had to be rushed to the hospital immediately. Like now," Andrew said.

"Oh my God, I'm so sad to hear it" said Nadira with a sad face.

"I wish there was a little miracle. I want her memory to recover and remember me again. I'm sorry" continued Andrew.

The man's eyes stared blankly at the wall. Trying to remember his life story in the past. Where Mr. Bian is still fresh and fit.

"Then, a year after mommy died, daddy decided to remarry. I was really devastated at that time. I chose to go and live abroad. However, after I returned here, it turned out that daddy was already someone very different. I'm sorry, I should have stayed with him" Andrew said. There was clearly regret on his face. The man's eyes even glazed over.

Nadira ventured to touch the man's shoulder even though he was in doubt.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I don't mean to make you sad and I pray, may God give healing for him" Nadira said, patting the man on the shoulder gently.

Suddenly Andrew woke up. He smiled and looked back at Nadira. "It's okay, Nadira. I was like that. If you're comfortable talking to someone, then I won't stop to talk" he said, wiping away tears that almost escaped from both corners of his eyes.

Nadira only returned the smile of the man and the room went back to silence for a moment.

"Then, what about you? May I know where Amara's daddy is now? You see, ever since Amara was treated here, I've never seen her at all. Or maybe I missed it?" Andrew glanced at the silent Nadira beside him.

Nadira smiled bitterly. "He never came here. I intentionally didn't tell him. I'm afraid his new wife thinks nothing of us. I don't want his new wife to think that I'm taking advantage of this situation to get her husband's attention" Nadira said truthfully.

Andrew knitted his two eyebrows in surprise. "Sorry, you mean Amara's daddy got remarried?"

Nadira nodded slowly. "Like that. But I have accepted all of this. Maybe this is the destiny I have to live with Amara" replied Nadira.

"Ehm, I'm sorry, Nadira. I shouldn't have asked you about this" Andrew said with a regretful face.

Nadira chuckled softly for a moment. "Oh my goodness, my. Just ordinary. After all I've accepted everything that's happened to me."

Not felt, the time has shown at 12 noon. Nadira and Amara are already preparing to return to their residence with Andrew.

"How, Gorgeous? Are you ready to go back home?" goda Andrew to Amara who is now in his arms.

"Relin!" amara replied with a face that looked so cheerful. The little girl felt very comfortable when she was with Andrew when she and the man had just met.

"Om Andrew, O Andrew!" call Amara with her lisp.

"Yes?"

"Is Om Andrew going to live with Amara and Mom?" asked Amara innocently.

Andrew chuckled at the little girl's innocent question.

"Hey, it can't be like that, honey! Om Andrew has his own house" said Nadira who seemed uncomfortable with the strange question posed by his daughter.

"I'm sorry Amara, Mas Andrew." Nadira smiled wryly looking at the man.

"Ah, it's okay, Nadira."

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