TIRED Season 1-3
The Part 53
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A doctor came out of the ER room with his face down. Aiden, Lisa and Wira immediately approached the doctor.
"doctor, what about my wife?" ask Aiden with heart beating pain.
Looks like the doctor also sighed with Long then memggeleng.
Aiden's face suddenly pale, he furiously pulled the doctor's collar while hissing coldly.
"What do you mean huh! What's?" wrathful shouting.
"Look, your wife is already at her limit, though, even the tools once will not be able to make him wake up again because the malignant tumor he suffered is increasingly widespread so that it suppresses some central nerves that play an important role in the human body."
An explanation that resembled a lightning strike struck his heart. He thought happiness was on his side considering that for two years they lived without any worries at all. In addition, Syeilla has also not shown any symptoms of the shock over the past two years. Then what's going on now? Is he too happy to describe happiness.
His body fell down languidly, his bones as if disappearing into the bitter reality he had just received. A penalty? Is this some kind of punishment. God gave him a happiness that ignored him in reality and now he realized, if this is God's way of punishing him then he has accepted it without him knowing.
Cruel.
One word that represented the corner of his heart that was throbbing pain.
Lisa and Wira who saw how fragile their beloved granddaughter also looked sad, they knew how much Aiden love for Sheilla.
"Darling not to be like this, Sheilla will desperately need you by her side. Don't be weak." said Lisa while hugging Aiden's body which has now begun to shake. He spills all his distress and fear on Lisa's shoulders, the only woman he has in his life besides Sheilla.
"Is this an oma punishment, this must be a punishment for me. I used to torture my wife a lot. L'm... I'm punished." sobbing with gibberish. Lisa also shed tears seeing how fragile Aiden's figure is currently in his arms.
"Son, all the past is made into learning not to be remembered. Enough to look to the future. That's who you were, not who you are now." Lisa rubbed Aiden's shoulder and calmed her down. While Wira only became a spectator for both.
I don't know... He himself does not know what he is encouraging at this time because honestly he loves Syeilla as much as his own grandson, he really did not have the heart to see his only grandson slumped like this.
"We can't keep quiet here like fools, we have to fight for Sheilla" Wira said firmly.
Hearing her opa speech Aiden became a little spirited. His opa was right, he couldn't just be a lethargic duk and lament everything, he had to act.
"We will take him to Russia, Opa there is an acquaintance who comoeten there, he is known as 'the hand of God' because no matter how severe the disease of his patients he can cure it." said Wira who made Aiden's eyes slightly radiate hope.
"Certainly Opa?"
"really. For that we have to prepare everything later Opa colleagues who in Russia will contact doctor Mark called 'the Lord's wish'.
"Thank you Opa" Aiden said gratefully and hugged his old body tightly.
Wira and Lisa smiled seeing her granddaughter's spirit had returned.
Sheilla was transferred to a heavily guarded ICU room by doctors and nurses before being flown to Russia for treatment.
Aiden looked at his wife with sadness from behind the glass, various patches adorned his slender body, he just ached to see it.
"Darling I would do anything for you, as long as you could come back with me, laugh, nag, joke and have a lot of children later, for that to last for me dear." whispered Aiden accompanied by her tears.
"*I love you wife."
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God willing later sister up again yesss....
Sorry for the brother who likes php..
Btw sister passed WWG horeyyyyyyyyyy 😄😄
