The Will of Young Master

Thank you, Mr. Sas.

Gubrakk.

Nezar was hit by a beautiful girl, milk white and long hair straight as a jet black.

"Ma-I'm sorry," said the girl barely audible.

Nezar was fascinated to see the girl's natural beauty even though his eyes were swollen from mostly crying. After saying sorry quietly he immediately ran again leaving his charm in Nezar's heart.

"Zar, where are you from? Just woke up again. Ah, this time you really bothered. Where do I tell the other reporter first," Senior grumbled to find Nezar in the hospital hallway to the room of the VVIP hospital.

Nezar did not respond, he was still fascinated with the girl who had just hit him. As a result of donating his blood twice as much as usual donors do plus the night he had to wake up for an exclusive photo and a news that makes his heart also restless, he collapsed after taking a picture in front of the operating room.

The curly-haired young man wanted to confirm the news he heard from a nurse who said that one of the victims of the tragedy last night was still in a critical period and was in the ICU room after surgery. While the other, waiting for observation from the doctor because the operation was successful.

"Zar! Whoa!!!"

"Sir, take my picture and make it as dramatic as possible, Brother's editor" Nezar said, still looking at the empty passage because the morning dew was still hiding behind the leaves.

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In one corner of the hospital, Firza is curious about what Abyan tells her that Ramona is Sebastian's adopted daughter when she becomes a victim of a fire.

"Detective Zeth, just do what I tell you. Investigate Sebastian Riguna's past. The person most responsible for last night's tragedy. I also heard that his daughter was not his biological child, she was adopted from a fire victim" Firza ordered the detective he had been using to find his younger sibling. Although he did not like Ramona but he could not ignore the information that Abyan accidentally said.

"Good, Sir."

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In Orchid Room 01, Litha rolled weakly helpless, the anesthetic effect still dominating it. After being observed after surgery, he was transferred to a hospital room for treatment. The operation went well, the baby was in good condition, although there was a drop in blood pressure during the operation.

"Nia, you wait for your sister here with Ninda. I'm going to the funeral hall and to Mr. Sas's funeral. If your brother's conscious, don't tell him the truth. Just tell me there's something important I need to do. I'm afraid he's in shock, he's just past his critical period" Ray said farewell to Vania, who had just arrived from City A.

"Okay Kak, say hello to my condolences to his family Mr. Sas."

Vania immediately picked up Ray to the Capital. Along the way from leaving until he arrived at the hospital, he did not stop crying. The thing she feared the most was if her brother left her like his father and mother. If that happened, the beautiful girl no longer had a reason to live.

Ray did not sleep all night, even though he had washed his face and changed clothes, still his tired face could not be covered, his heart overnight like a storm, waiting for the certainty of the state of his wife and child. He did not want to experience it again, Ray felt negligent in taking care of his family until Pak Sas had to sacrifice his life for Litha. Therefore, he placed guards in all corners of the hospital, especially on the floor and in front of his wife's room Every doctor and nurse who would enter, it must first show the identity card and be matched with the barcoded nametag they have as the identity of the worker in the hospital.

Before leaving, the tall, straight-eyed man kissed his forehead and stroked his wife's cheek, then stroked and kissed her stomach. His heart was full of joy and gratitude, he was still given the opportunity to live a happy life with his small family.

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In the mourning room that is still in the hospital building, Mr. Sas is buried. The family waited for the Young Master to bury the man who had devoted almost 35 years of his life to the Pradipta Family.

Ray entered the mourning room, everyone in the room immediately stood up to pay their respects. Aunt Lidya, Abyan, Bona, Pak Is and Pak Prasojo were beside the coffin. Their eyes were puffy especially Aunt Lidya.

Ray looked for a moment at the door after hearing the sound of galloping steps. Firza had just come, she lowered her head for a while, then approached him.

From Firza, Ray just found out that Abyan is the nephew of Pak Sas. His heart was mixed with his taste, he could not explain what he felt at this moment. Mr. Sas and Mr. Is were the closest people after his grandmother in childhood until he left the main house to study abroad. Even all the management of any during his time in the land of Uncle Sam, very well taken care of by Mr. Sas.

Knowing that Abyan was Pak Sas' nephew and Aunt Lidya's brother made Ray limp when he heard the news. There was regret, guilt and sadness on the look on his face. Nor did he know how to tell Litha this later. His wife will be devastated. In the main house, Mr. Is and Mr. Sas are very indulgent and obey the will of his wife, like a father to a child.

Ray hugged Aunt Lidya without saying anything other than an apology many times. As a result, Lidya returned to shed tears. When hugging Abyan, Ray was unable to say anything, he just hugged his best friend tightly for a long time.

"How's the lady doing, Ray?" abyan asked later, still in a cuddling position.

"Basic! At times like this you still ask my wife. Think of your Uncle."

"What should think? My uncle is dead. I'm just making sure Madam's condition is calm there because she's done her job well."

Ray parsed his arms, "Litha is past her critical period, but I'm at a loss how to explain that she asked Mr. Sas."

Abyan patted Ray's upper arm, "Yes, you better not tell me. If the lady asks, find an excuse."

Ray smiled slightly, then he walked up to the coffin and saw the face of the man he used to work with as a child for the last time.

"Thank you Mr. Sas, already devoted to the Pradipta family. Filled my childhood memories of the time I lost a father. It is thanks to you that I became as strong and resilient as I am now. May Mr. Sas rest in peace there. Say hello to my parents, Grandpa and Grandma. Tell me that your task has been done well. I found happiness with my family here."

Ray shrunk the corner of his eye with the back of his index finger, then bent down to pay his last respects.

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Under one of the trees in the burial area, there was a pair of watching eyes. A person who is now a fugitive and is most responsible for the events on the Prisoner Road last night.

In the depths of his heart he regretted, however, the five of them were bloodless brothers whom they had pledged on the riverbank because of the same fate, namely being abandoned humans. But it was himself who made him outcast from the fraternity because of malevolence and greed.

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Five days have passed.

Litha was allowed to go home for outpatient treatment. He was not allowed to watch TV and access social media by Ray to keep him from news of events that almost took his life.

Ramona Citra Riguna, one of the victims shot by her own father who is now a fugitive, is in a coma. He experienced hypovolemic shock, a state of reduced blood volume due to severe bleeding (exsanguination) from gunshot wounds near his lungs. The wound causes pneumothorax (a condition of the trapping of air between the chest wall and lungs and makes the lungs depressed) so that the supply of oxygen in the vital organs is reduced or also called hypoxia and fatal damage to central nervous system. His life is now sustained by medical devices like Sasmita before he died.

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Since waking up, Litha always asked the news of Mr. Sas and he also always got a diplomatic answer that he had to recover properly to meet Mr. Sas who again rested. The answer is not entirely wrong, it just has a lot of meaning, figurative meaning and true meaning.

"Slow down .." said her husband as Litha would sit on the edge of the bed.

Litha nodded with a faint smile, "I miss this room very much, Mas."

"rest. You must be tired. Your wounds have not healed properly. If you need anything, just push this button and talk. Mr. Is and Aunt Lidya will help you. Do not get out of bed except to the bathroom and it should be helped. You can call me when I'm home. If I'm not around, Vania or Aunt Lidya will help you," Ray said warning by giving an intercom that uses wireless.

Litha smiled sumringah, she was happily cared for and cared for wholeheartedly by her husband. Even while he was still in the hospital, Ray also had an office there, all meetings were virtual and all important decisions were entrusted to Firza. He only focused on his wife and the baby in his wife's stomach. Even to feed, change clothes, wipe the body and affairs to the bathroom Ray himself who intervened directly.

"Thank you for making me so comfortable."

Ray kissed his wife's head, "Although I still felt guilty letting you go home alone that night. If only I'd come home with you just-"

"You know I don't like to dream. Everything that happens is God's word. Dreaming only makes us more regretful and not grateful for the favor of God. Yes .. I don't want to hear it anymore. For me to still be given the chance to be with Mas and our son, that's more than anything."

Ray hugged his wife, he just nodded but in his heart the regret remains especially considering the sacrifice of Mr. Sas.

"Mas, Mr Sas is still in the hospital?" litha asked as she was about to lie down with the help of her husband.

"Have it, just rest. Mr. Sas is fine, he must be very happy to see you recover quickly and our son is also in good health."

"When you meet Mr. Sas, say hello from Litha, not Madam."

Ray frowned in wonder.

"I asked him to call my name only if there was no one else, because I thought of him as my father."

Ray smiled, but there was sadness on his face.

"What smile is that? I don't like it if Mr. Sas says my name directly? Sorry, it's just I-"

"No ... It's okay."

Ray rubbed Litha's head and kissed her for a while before exiting the room.

"Mas, can I watch TV and open up my social media? I felt left out by not knowing the latest news" Litha pinta said before her husband closed the door.

"No, Can't ... You can only do it a few months after giving birth to my baby. If you need entertainment, just enjoy your favorite drakor."

"Huh!?! Did I not hear wrong. How can I-"

"It has. Just obey your husband, everything he does is best for his wife and child. Once you break, you'll accept the punishment."

"What's the penalty?" challenge Litha a little annoyed.

The corner of Ray's lips lifted one. "You can't even watch a drama or a movie or whatever. You're just watching my handsome face until you throw up."

"HUH!?!"

A second after ending his sentence Ray immediately closed the door of the room, he did not care about the yelling and whining of his wife who was annoyed at him.

"Sorry, honey, I can't take any more chances. If you watch the news or access social media, you'll know that the person you thought your father killed was protecting you, you'll be very sad." - Ray.

He strictly forbade all servants and guards to tell the truth to Mrs Pradipta if she asked about the incident or Mr. Sas. Ray will protect his wife completely, at least a few months after she gives birth.

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Firza's nights these past few days have been excruciating. Time seemed to be very slow to go after he discovered the facts from Detective Zeth three days ago. Ramona Citra Riguna was adopted by the couple when she was about three years old because she was one of the victims of the fire that claimed her entire family. With the characteristics and approximate age of the missing little Fathia as well as the location of the same fire, where their family used to live should be enough as a clue Ramona Riguna is a small Fathia. But Firza does not want to be rash, he needs 100% confidence%.

With mixed feelings, the same day she received the information, Firza took a hair from the ICU room from Ramona's coma. He'll test the girl's DNA with his DNA. That would be the accurate evidence one could hold on to whether or not Ramona was his biological sister, and he would have to wait at least two more weeks.

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