Two Rings of the CEO

Ayah

Paternity

"Dear, rest assured that everything will be fine."

The little girl simply nodded, and tried to remain calm as she walked down the street towards her hometown. Since hearing the news about his father from the husband, Zara was unable to stem the clear circle from the point of neutrality that seemed to continue to flood, but thanks to the words and requests from Arka that made him remain calm, at least able to make the remains a little muffle.

"Sleep in my arms. The journey is still far, baby. You must be exhausted." It is still early in the morning that they travel. While both still look very sleepy and have not rested properly.

Zara did not refuse, she tightened her embrace and made her husband's chest as a pillow. But it's not that easy to close your eyes. The face of the father, continues to loom in his mind. Make it again and again shed tears, to wet the Arka shirt.

The man just breathed deeply. He knew exactly what his wife was feeling. Those tears answered everything. Zara is not a whiny and weak girl. Drop by drop of the clear circle that fell, only he showed if he felt really weak, and was afflicted with deep sorrow.

Arka now has no father she can be proud of. The shadow of the father's face that died a few years ago, was still clearly visible in his mind. However, he must be able to stay strong and stand upright, to be able to support the body of his mother who was almost broken when his true love first passed before the creator. Therefore, armed with experience, Arka continued to wipe and calm his little wife who with encouragement and words of comfort.

According to the bodyguard who was deliberately assigned to look after Zara's parents, Jamil is now in a hospital in the suburbs.

Zara was unable to close her eyes. He did not feel exhausted or sleepy despite traveling for hours. Until without feeling the group began to enter a road that is access to the hospital where the jamil is being treated. As a result of the tightness that returned to ambush, the girl began to be uncomfortable in her husband's arms. He chose to justify his sitting position, with a focused view forward as if impatient to be able to reach the hospital and meet with his father and mother.

Even after the iron horse's engine had stopped, Zara moved quickly to get down to ignore the husband's screams to ask him to be careful.

"Dear, be careful. I know you're worried, but you also have to watch your movements to keep from falling."

The unusually anxious-looking Zara nodded faintly and tried to neutralize her unreasonable breath.

"Ma-sorry."

"All right." Soon grabbed Zara's tiny fingers in the Arka gang while entering the hospital lobby with a few bodyguards. From the direction of the hall appeared two bodyguards who were in charge of guarding Zara's parents came over to the master and his nona with pias faces.

Both are equally subdued after silencing half of the body.

"Pardon us sir" said the two guards at the same time.

It is seen if Arka sighed deeply and threw it away slowly.

"I won't blame you. This is indeed a pure accident," replied Arka still with a firm voice. Jamil fell while he was in the bathroom. And it was certain that it was not the negligence of his guards. Now is not the time to blame anyone. Given that there was one life that they had to quickly save.

The two bodyguards also escorted the master and nonanya to the room where Jamil was treated. Zara herself was no longer able to hold the cry that for a while she could hold when she found her mother's face tightly gripped her father's hands drooping weakly on the treatment bed with some life support tools that attached to his body.

"Pacify yourself, son. I'll be fine." However, Rumi's speech was inversely proportional to Jamil's current condition. The man looked weak with both netra tightly clenched, and far from being okay, but only that one word was capable of cheering the princess and herself up. Hoping if god could hear, and make Jamil quickly through his critical period.

Still hiccuping and moist face with tears, Zara tried to look up to see the father's face clearly even though part of the face was covered with tools.

Shaking her head faintly, Zara did not just believe her mother's words. Jamil's body was even very cold.

"No, mother. I don't think Dad's okay. His body was even very cold." Zara even put her cheek-jamil hand on.

The viewing arc was conscious, and had to move his father-in-law quickly to assemble with more complete facilities.

"Mother, what if you move the crowd's father who's in town. Maybe this little formulation of all tools and facilities are inadequate. Do you agree?" Arka spoke softly to express her wishes to her mother-in-law. However, he did not want to be rash to take the law without consent.

With resignation, Rumi simply nodded. Perhaps only in this way, could save her husband's life.

*****

Rumi stared at the nilar of Jamil's body lying helplessly. Only from a distance could she see her husband who had been transferred from the usual hospital to the Atmadja family's hospital. The sound that comes from life support devices attached to the body of the jamil, like the only breaker of silence in the quiet and separate room.

Rumi is not alone, he is still with Zara and Arka who are waiting patiently outside the room. When the doctors or medics asked him to rest in the room that had been provided, the three agreed to refuse. And hold in place.

Due to Rumi's activity rubbing the top of Zara's head that was leaning on her shoulder, her mind floated away. Her memory returned at the moment where her husband fell unconscious.

Although suffering from a stroke, but the condition of Jamil since the wedding reception of the princess is somewhat improved. Although still using a wheelchair, but both legs can walk even though slowly.

The therapist was brought in to train the movement and flexibility of the body muscles and legs Jamil who was unable to move. Initially walking normally, until Rumi had high hopes, so that her husband could recover like a few years ago.

Rumi painstakingly guided her husband's steps. Take a walk, or just go to the bathroom. Until she thought not to bother the bodyguard to help her husband's light activities.

Until that night, when Jamil woke her up to urinate in the bathroom. Of course, Rumi was happy to help her without refusing, even though she was quite sleepy. They walk hand in hand, with Rumi taking her husband's steps. But whether the bathroom floor is slippery or even due to drowsiness that hit both, making the grip of the tangab Rumi on Jamil's waist detached until the twilight man fell with his head hit the bathroom wall.

Rumi was screaming hysterically when she saw a helpless body jamil with blood seeping from the direction of her back head. Hearing the screams from the bathroom, the guards rushed to the place. They were no less surprised, and immediately took him to the nearest hospital before telling him.

Rumi rubbed her face rough. The chance to heal is still there. Will they still stay together to meet the old age by holding each other.

I don't know. But by staring at the body of the Jamil lying in a coma helplessly, making the doubt appear. Will her husband survive? Will her husband be able to see her two grandchildren born? I don't know. He was only able to pray, hoping for the life owner's mercy to make the pair of my eyes open again and looked at him with a heartwarming look like the days before.