Unknown Love's

Bad News

Farhan stared at the screen of his phone many times. For some reason, since his return to Germany, his heart was still restless. He felt overwhelmed by Ajeng's remarks asking him to inform Kinara of his return there.

"Why is it so hard to forget you, Kinara?", Farhan murmured to himself.

He was frustrated because of that. Farhan is very self-conscious if the woman he loves is now married, but he also can not kill his feelings just like that.

"Lord, forgive my feelings" he murmured again.

He turned his face to the point, staring at the family photo taken when he proposed to Elena.

"El, I'm sorry I'm still cultivating this feeling in other women. If you were still here, we were married, maybe things would be different", Farhan felt so weak.

A phone call from a friend on campus left her heartbroken. Farhan remembered that today he had an appointment to meet the source, completing his thesis.

On his return to Germany, despite Farhan's mixed feelings, he tried to study well. Pursue the study period as soon as possible.

Two o'clock in Germany. Farhan has set foot in a company. He gets a link to the company from his best friend on campus, Giovani.

"Farhan, how are you?", a familiar voice in his ear surprised him just after he sat in the company lobby.

Farhan turned his head, and he saw the face of Mr. James, the father of Elena Morris.

"Oh sir, I'm good. Long time no see" replied Farhan. He got out of his seat and went straight to Mr. James.

Mr. James had a look when he met Farhan. He tightly hugged the man who was almost his daughter-in-law.

"What are you doing here?", asked Mr. James, he sat down with Farhan in the same chair.

"I have an appoinment with the CEO of this company, for my thesis", Farhan said kindly.

"Oh.that's good. I feel so happy hear your study will be finish soon. Do you know, Mr. Johnson is my best friend".

"Really?".

"Yeah".

For a moment, Farhan and Mr. James were seen chatting familiarly. Mr. James tried to speak Bahasa Indonesia, he missed talking like that with Farhan.

"Farhan, what are your plans after you finish studying here?", Mr. James looked at Farhan seriously.

"I'm going back to Indonesia, sir", Farhan replied quickly.

"And then?", asked James again.

"I will lead my company there".

"Wow, be an entrepreneur. That's great", praise Mr. James glad.

Their conversation looks fun. Several times, Mr. James and Farhan laughed together. Mr. James who spoke Indonesian tried to offset Farhan's jokes.

"I hope that after you finish your studies here, you can get married soon. For me and my wife, you've been what we thought of as our own son", Mr. James's face turned mellow. Farhan understood what the middle-aged man said.

"Thank you sir. It is fortunate that I have parents like Mr and Ms Tatiana" Farhan said honestly.

Mr. James smiled faintly, "Elena must have been proud to see you this far", there was a deep glint of sadness in his eyes.

"The best Do'a I always send to Elena to make her happy there" Farhan said. He still felt the weight of losing a girl as good as Elena.

"Sorry, Mr. Farhan, right?", a voice broke Mr. James and Farhan's fondness.

"Yes, I'm" Farhan replied as a woman approached him.

Apparently the woman was the receptionist who informed him that Farhan had been waiting for Mr. Johnson in his room.

At the same time, Mr. James who also has a promise with his best friend was there. Along with Farhan, he headed for the CEO's room.

Arriving in the CEO's room, Mr. Johnson was surprised to see Farhan's arrival along with the arrival of Mr. James. The three of them introduced themselves to each other and the exciting conversation between the three flowed just like that.

Farhan felt very lucky, all his efforts to immediately complete the study was made easier. Mr. Johnson who turned out to be the uncle of his best friend, Giovani, was so friendly and cooperative with Farhan. Coupled with the support of Mr. James who asked Mr. Johnson to help Farhan well. Everything went according to his plan.

The clock shows at three in the afternoon. Kinara who was resting herself looked at the phone that had not rang from the morning.

There were no messages or phone calls from her husband in Surabaya. There was a disturbing uneasy feeling, but she did not dare to call first because she was worried that her husband was still busy working.

'If I don't hear from her tonight, I'll call her first. Come on Kinara, don't be shy, he's your husband', his own inner self.

Just as Kinara was trying to calm her heart and motivate herself, her phone shook. An unknown number appeared on the screen.

"Hallo...".

"Hallo.welcome afternoon Miss Kinara, I am Leo, Mr. Erlangga's personal assistant. I would like to inform Mr. Erlangga of his condition, miss".

Degs...

Kinara's heart is pounding, "Mas Erlangga's Condition? my husband why?", asked Kinara quickly.

"Right now Mr. Erlangga is hospitalized, miss. He had an accident at the project site".

Like being struck by lightning, the bad news made Kinara startled and spontaneously shed her tears.

"Ba...how is the condition now? please send me the address of the hospital where my husband was treated there", Kinara tried to hold back the tears and tightness in his chest.

"Pak Erlangga is currently in the operating room. He had heavy bleeding in his head. I'll send you the address immediately. I hope the lady and family can come here soon".

The phone ends. Kinara received the address via a short message. Without a second thought, he immediately packed up to leave for Surabaya. In a state of anxiety, he tried to think clearly, he said his mother and father-in-law also Ajeng.

Ajeng who had just finished his work at the office was no less upset with Kinara. Erik's greeting in the office lobby he ignored. Her tears spilled, imagining the situation of her only brother now.

"Hallo.ma, Brother Angga..hiks.", along the way to the apartment, his tears broke. Apparently papa and his mother had already received the news and now they were on their way to the apartment to pick up Kinara in order to leave together to Surabaya.

Upon arrival at the apartment, Kinara hugged her mother-in-law tightly.

"Ma...Na's...Nara was afraid of Mas Erlangga why-why", Kinara tears flowed profusely. A hiccup she cried in the arms of her mother-in-law who was trying to calm herself down.

"We pray, I hope Erlangga is okay, son. Mama knows you must be worried, we will be there soon" said Ms. Tria.

Kinara just nodded weakly. She did not want to imagine how her husband was in the hospital. Bleeding, surgery, all of that put him under pressure.

Meanwhile, Mr. Wijaya tried to calm himself. He knows if his wife, daughter and daughter-in-law are sad. He feels the same way, but as a father and head of the family, he must still be able to control the situation.

"Hallo..how? are you ready?", Mr Wijaya looks busy talking to someone on the phone.

Before long, Ajeng arrived with eyes that were no less swollen than Kinara.

"Father.huuuaaa....Mas Angga.", he immediately embraced his papa, shedding his tears in the arms of the father.

Mr. Wijaya stroked his daughter's back, "Sabar, Jeng. We are now going to Surabaya. We both pray for you. Come on, our plane's leaving soon".

The four of them headed to the airport. Anxiety and hope were evident on all of their faces.

"Please kinda quick yes", asked Mr. Erlangga on his personal driver. The car drove fast and it didn't take long for them to arrive at the airport.

Someone was seen welcoming their arrival and delivering them to the cabin of the plane.

Kinara sat next to Ajeng. Their hands hold each other. Ajeng could feel how cold his brother-in-law's hand was, occasionally Kinara squeezed Ajeng's hand to endure the deep anxiety in his heart.

"Ra.May Mas Angga be all right", Ajeng who little by little can control himself is now trying to encourage Kinara.

Kinara just nodded weakly.

'Lord, please save my husband. Heal him', his prayers are hopeful.

The plane was already in the air, carrying millions of do'a and hope in Kinara's heart.

'Mas.end on, I'll be here soon. Wait for me mas', whispered his little heart. Her tears were dripping again.