Two Rings of the CEO

Wake up Father

"How is this?" Rumi's body seemed to be helpless at the time Farhan as a specialist doctor who is responsible for the treatment that Jamil is currently undergoing.

The quite violent clash that the middle-aged man had experienced, apparently caused a wander inside his head and had even reached the brain. The bleeding causes brain suppression by a ruptured blood vessel. So that condition can interfere with brain function and cause a decrease in consciousness.

The treatment that can be done is to reduce the bleeding that arises, but the Doctor could not give much hope, given the deteriorating condition of Jamil and has not passed the critical phase.

"We will keep trying to save Mr. Jamil. But we also cannot give much hope. We leave it all to the creator, let us work on his ridhonya."

Rumi could no longer speak, nor could Zara. The two only hugged each other after Farhan gave a lengthy explanation.

Jamil's condition has not changed. That is what makes his wife and daughter in deep sorrow. If time could be turned, Zara would not have let her parents return to the village at that time and kept her alive in the city with her.

But what is power. Everything has become the creator's vision. Where sustenance, soul mate, and death are all written in the pages of destiny even before the owner of life is born into the world.

"Son, rest. You look pale and weak. Poor of your children, they must also be exhausted like you." Rumi tries to persuade Zara who is not at all rest after the father is treated at the hospital owned by the Atmadja family. Dark circles in both of her neutrals were even visible, but the girl was still determined to stay close to her parents and refused to rest in the room that had been provided.

"I want to stay here mom," she said in a soft voice. Zara refused to eat. Especially now Arka is busy with work and is not on his side.

"You don't be like this, son. If your father sees, he must be sad because you are trying to ignore your own health as well as the two babies you are carrying. The fetus is still small and requires adequate nutrition for its growth. I know that you're sad, and have no appetite for food. But at least think about your content. You can clean yourself, eat and rest. If it's fresh, you can meet your mom and dad back. Don't worry, I'll always keep your father here." Rumi tucked the child's hairpin that partially covered her daughter's face behind her ears. His daughter's face looked puffy and pale, and her eyes were reddened by enduring drowsiness.

Zara spontaneously rubbed her distended stomach gently. As if apologizing to the two candidates who had unconsciously had time to ignore.

I'm sorry son.

"But, you also need to rest. Let the sisters take good care of you in this place." Zara also found the murat exhausted and tired from her mother's face, if she rested, then she should do the same. For not only did he feel tired, but his mother also felt it, even more.

Rumi quickly shook her head as a gesture of rejection.

"No son. Let mom stay here. Rest first, if you feel tired, you'll catch up with you." At least by saying so, can make Zara breathe a sigh of relief and willing to rest. That's what Rumi had in mind.

Though hesitant, Zara finally agrees. He first looked at the father's face from the room's separation glass, then offered a silent prayer for his father's recovery.

Surti, who was standing outside, smiled softly as he saw her coming out of her father's care room. The middle-aged woman immediately grabbed Zara and brought her to a waiting room that had been prepared.

"Miss, I have prepared warm water for you to clean yourself," said Surti while preparing a change of clothes and other necessities for Zara to use.

"Alright bi. My body feels sticky and sweaty." Without refusing, Zara quickly entered the bathroom and cleaned herself up. The events that happened really drained his energy and emotions.

For a moment trying to forget what happened, and let the falling warm water soaks the body, as a therapy and sedative. Until his body feels light and fresh again.

Zara stared at the reflection of her face in the mirror. His face was completely pale with a black circumference in the area of his net side. Sighing and throwing it away slowly, the girl grabbed the change of clothes that Surti had prepared. To cover the pale impression on the face, Zara applied a facial moisturizer, then added it with a thin powder and peach-colored lipstick to make it look fresher.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, Zara could inhale the delicious aroma of cooking that filled the room.

"Please enjoy your lunch, Miss." Surti pulled out a chair where his desk was already filled with plenty of food.

The girl did not refuse, especially the condition of her stomach that had been wrapped around because of hunger. He does not want to be selfish and forget the two candidates whose hearts hold hunger in his stomach.

"Auntie, don't you want to eat with me here?"

Surti smiled gently, seeing how close the relationship between mother and child was.

"Madam says he'll eat after he's hungry, miss. For now, enjoy the food of the lady first, at least for the sake of the fetus that is the biological miss," Surti pinta with a crib.

"Master also advised that he would return one more hour after meeting with the stock planters."

Zara only hears Samar hearing her husband's information from Surti. He himself is quite familiar with the work of the Archa who demands most of his time to work.

If some time ago he really did not want food, but after staring at the delicious food presented in the eye, somehow the hunger was back thrashing and asking to be satisfied.

She was really hungry, and so were her two babies. The three seemed to be racing to finish their hunger by devouring all the food at the table. And that's how it is, a lot of the dish has now moved into the stomach of Zara. Surti who directly watched was smiling happily when his nona appetite had returned.

"Auntie, I'm tired and want to rest."

"Sure, miss." Surti ripped his body to the bed. Although not too broad, the bed is quite comfortable. The tiny body was lying on its back with a blanket covering up to its neck.

"Auntie, please accompany me. I want to be alone" Zara told Surti.

"Alright Miss. Excuse me." After bowing her head, the middle-aged woman moved to open the door of the room, then closed it without a sound.

After Surti's departure, Zara again wallowed in grief. Where the figure of the father, again shadowed his net. Lying on her side facing an ivory-white flower vase, the girl's mind wandered far away. Back to remembering his childhood when he was swayed spoiled in the body of the father.

A stack of childhood memories where there is only happiness. Where he was just a small-bodied girl who unhesitatingly followed where the father's steps seemed to tirelessly.

However, the patient Jamil never disputed it all. When plowing the fields, he let the princess play mud or even run around here and there even though her thin skin must be burned by the sun. For Jamil, the princess' laughter is everything.

Although while searching for firewood in the forest, Jamil let his daughter transport some dry twigs with her bare hands, while her mouth was unceasingly chattering and singing in a carefree tone. Really, little Zara is a painstaking feeling of fatigue for anyone who sees her.

"Dad, please wake up." The girl squeezed the blanket that covered her body with tears began to glow.

Why is it that when the suffering turns to happiness, the father gets the pain that is immeasurable.

"Lord, at least allow me to make both my parents happy first."

Although it had been a while for the Father to be trapped in a disease that gnawed at his body, but this time it became the weakest point of him. When a pair of neutral sayu full of warmth it feels reluctant to open and choose tightly clenched. That's where Zara and Rumi's feelings, shattered instantly. I feel like screaming. But what power, everything has happened.

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Arka opened the door of the room quietly and almost without making a sound. From a distance he was able to find the tiny body of the wife lying on her side on the bed.

The man approached, then knelt down to align his face with his wife's. The sigh was heard when the pair of eagle netra found a tear from the corner of the wife's netra. His thumb moved slowly to rub it.

"What a way, so I can erase your grief, baby." As bad as possible the man said, so as not to disturb his wife's deep sleep.

Arka gently directed her big palm to wipe Zara's gentle mane. Hoping to be able to accompany the wife's sleep more soundly and deeply.

"Doctors have even said, if very thin hope for your father can wake up and open his eyes again. But, how could I possibly be able to tell you myself, especially with the current condition of your pregnancy. I'm sure you can't control yourself, if at any time the bad news really happens."

The man got up from his position. Remove the suit attached to the body and land it on the back of the sofa. It was like lying in bed to catch up with his wife, but for now, it was impossible. Given the two who are now in rumasakit and the critical condition experienced by the father-in-law, it makes him have to first control himself.

Finally, only a single sofa that Arka can use to unwind. In addition to not wanting to disturb the wife's deep sleep, he also did not want if his lust rose instantly when staring at the sweet face of the wife who was like a opium for him.

His tall body seemed not to be accommodated by the sofa was quite spacious and long. However, the man must look comfortable in order to rest and sleep on the white sofa.