Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

The End of Everything

“He's fine, Mr. Dion, I mean, some days Navroy has passed from his critical period and his injuries are not too severe at this time either, but really don't worry about it, we understand. Actually we also feel guilty sir for the incident because it involved Linka as well. No, sir, we're the ones apologizing. Once again we are very sorry for the incident."

I rubbed the nape of my neck, and smiled at the wisdom of an ayag and my former General Manager while working at a workplace with him.

"How's Linka doing? Oh, good, if he's getting better, too. Okay, Mister. Thank you.” I ended the conversation at the end of the sentence. The phone call, which was over, is now over.

I stared at the twinkle of the man's bed that the owner was currently in the toilet. His breathing was quite relieved, although heavy. At least, everything is done.

Flashback to the past and the events of a few weeks ago happened, still inexhaustible. How could he possibly be willing to accuse Linka—a girl as small as that was the mastermind of all of them? You idiot! Again he cursed himself while kneeling his temples that felt dizzy.

Thankfully, everything has been revealed and the suspect who nearly killed them, as well as my ex-lover, has now been dealt with and tried by the police. Moreover, Linka had also told everything. At first, the teenage girl was jealous of him, but in the end, it was their friendship that had made the woman realize.

The woman looked at him in tears. The woman who had accompanied him for months in Jakarta, even went to Makassar. Yeah, who else if not the woman who was once his best friend. However, for some reason, for me he is still my old best friend, my woman. Soon his trial was held. Not because he was afraid of the judge's decision later there, but from that moment on the woman was gathered before him, apologizing for all his wrongdoings since I took the time to see him in prison before meeting him in court.

"What are you thinking, anyway? Why turn yourself in to the police? This is officially the fault of Sadeev!"

Farah shook her head in tears, when I had asked her to sit next to me.

"No, it's our plan and it's the same with me. Despite Sadeev's death at the time of the shooting, it may have been the punishment he deserved. And me?" Farah still looked at me deeper still in tears. I occasionally shed those tears carefully. "Key, sorry I just realized the sincerity of your heart. I know, really, you don't just think I'm a friend, but more than a friend, maybe even a family. Sorry if I was too *****. But please, this time don't stop me. If I am not in this law, I may be free, but my soul is imprisoned. I'm going crazy, Keysa, with this guilt. And maybe, I could kill myself. Please, this is worth it to me. In reality, I am the guilty one, I am the bad one here. Sorry to disappoint you and hurt you" said Farah, who made me instantly cuddle her tightly in tears

"Cock daydreaming? What's up?"

Navroy's voice and deheman made me open up.

"You crying? Wh why? What's up?" the question was thrown away as reflex saw you wipe away the tears before smiling wide at him.

I'm shaking. "It's okay!" My eyebrows then cringed. "You took a shower, huh?"

"Yes. Why?" Ask with innocent while strengthening the winding of the towel on his waist. The hospital patient's clothes he still wears to cover his field chest. So, aman.

My gaze deliberately sharpened with a flat look while folding my hands on my chest.

"Yes, I am!"

"But you're still sick, my God!"

He's clucking. "Because my body is so sticky, I'm not comfortable with conditions like this continue, so take a bath to be fresh. After all, the bandages here will also be changed, right, so all of you are washed."

"Geez!" my grunts breathed a rough sigh.

Yeah, I know! He was very cleaning. A little sweaty body, definitely bathe—except in a state of exercise. He could not stand it if his body was sultry.

"Please call nuns, I'll change the bandages. I've been pushing the alarm, it's not there yet, it might not work."

"Why are you packing your clothes like that? And those things too?"

"home."

I breathe heavily. Somewhat upset at his making. Even innocent that.

“Why rush home from the hospital? You're still sick! You just two days past from the coma and critical period, you have asked to go home, how to recover?” I was worried while grumbling, when he helped her lay herself on the modern-style castle padded mattress in the snow blanket. Children's special sheets. He lay down with a heavy sigh . maybe, he felt so sick.

Navroy clucked again. “I think it's not necessary! After all, what's the point of lingering in the hospital, if the doctor is here now,” his welding it makes me widen my eyes.

Sometimes, she was so sweet and reconciled heart, but upset as well. But, I miss his nature and attitude like this, I mean sweet and adorable it. Again, these two eyes were ceaselessly staring at the severed look of the face. For now, he can still be compromised and arranged. At least, he rested for a while and slept before his bandage change.

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