Wife On Paper

Chapter 113 Caught

Tuk. tuk. tuk the sound of Aimi's footsteps echoed in the corridors of the Hospital. His breathing hunts accompanied by worry that sniffed his chest after getting a call from Doctor Harada. One of the doctors who treated Akio at the University Hospital in Tokyo.

That very day, he flew to the capital of the sakura country using the first flight. And once there go straight to the hospital carrying his suitcase.

He immediately went to the VVIP room indicated by Dr. Harada, who greeted him when he arrived. Without explaining or saying much, the doctor simply told Aimi to head to Akio's room right now.

The quiet atmosphere of the night because the building for the VVIP room was separate from the others, making the feeling of the beautiful woman even more upset. His mind guessed what pain Akio suffered, so it was not his own son who informed him, but instead the Hospital doctor where he was treated.

When the distance to Akio's room was only a few meters, Aimi who was impatient to meet her son called, "Honey, Ki..," she knocked on a closed door before she turned her handle slowly.

Chequek.

And the mother of a man sitting in the hospital bed was glued, her mouth was locked and her tears did not stop breaking to find the child staring at her with a forced smile.

Akio, so skinny. He was thinner than a month ago when he returned to Sapporo. And the most visible was his tired face and pale lips that made the twinkle in Aimi's eyes fade slowly.

Aimi could not think well. An overflowing worry suddenly filled his chest. Until the woman took a breath many times just to calm herself.

Carrying her feet with such a slow pace, the woman who still looks beautiful at the age of almost half a century approached the child.

"Honey, mama misses once," and Aimi almost falls, if Akio doesn't pull her right away. Where when it had not reached the child's bed, the woman had dropped her body to hug. "You seem. .. "to swallow his saliva which Aimi could not continue his words. And he hugged once again the boy who looked strong.

"I'm sorry Ma. The plan is next week that if I get better, I go home. But mama has even come here first" said Akio after breaking his mother's embrace.

In his hands that look a little wrinkled, then give understanding through the gaze of his eyes, if he is fine.

"Ki. you.. What are you sick about?" doubtful and sorrowful shriveled in Aimi's eyes. Really, just to ask the sick child anything, his tongue as if he spoke.

"I'm fine Mom. Mama don't worry. I'll be home soon" Akio said without showing any sadness and pain at all. "I'm okay, aren't I Uncle? Ask your uncle if you don't believe me. Oh yes, Mama did not say hello to Uncle who was standing there since then," said Akio to divert the question of the mother who still feels heavy to answer.

"Yes Madam. Young master is fine. And it'll heal soon. It is better that I wait outside, perhaps there is something important that Young Master wants to convey," Hiroaki immediately came out after nodding respectfully at the magi. He was no longer able to resist his sadness if it lingered there. And he only coded to the master through his words. That his Young Master should say now, the actual conditions.

"Ki..." Aimi unravels Akio's long, slightly unkempt black mane. "You're gonna hurt Mama a lot, if you keep it to yourself,"

Down with a confused and unwilling heart because you have to make a decision right then and there. Akio was silent, and all the mother could do was wait.

"Ma.. I had late-stage lymph cancer" said Akio Lirih. Like being struck by lightning, Aimi's chest was congested to hear the reality of the son's true state. "But I'm fine. Look at me Ma, I'm healthy and I'll be well soon,"

Akio clasped his hands back, then wiped away the tears that did not stop flowing even though he did not hear the mother's sobbing. "Final stadium?" and the nod of the child answered for sure that he did not hear wrong. Is not the final stage the worst level of the cancer journey. And is there still a chance for his beloved son?

"When km? when did this all start?"

"A few months ago, Ma. And I. I'm sorry I don't want to make Mama think about me, " Mind? Aimi cursed herself. What kind of mother is she, who is completely unaware of Akio's physical changes that are declining drastically.

"After this last chemotherapy, I still have surgery. Because my cancer cells are immune to chemo drugs, Ma," Aimi glanced at the brown sweater the child is wearing today. It was a hand knitted result that he gave as a gift during Akio's 15th birthday.

suddenly Aimi's shoulder sagged, her body felt limp and the bones in her body felt loose. It was very difficult to gather strength when he was faced with the same circumstances as several tens of years ago.

Flashbacks

"Mama, Grandma why are you in there?" tanya Akio who was only 5 years old at the time and his sister was still in the arms of his mother.

Grandma who is the mother of Aimi is struggling to live with the hoses in her body.

"Grandmother is resting baby, pray grandma healed quickly yes," said Aimi who hid her cries by removing the traces that just flow on her cheeks.

"There's so many hoses, Ma. Poor grandma's alone there. Can Kio come in with Grandma?" plain words of the five-year-old child to the mother who eventually even made tears and stuffing the mother spilled simultaneously.

And an hour later from that moment, the mother was pronounced dead after her condition drastically decreased due to surgical removal of the uterus and only a few hours survive in the ICU.

Aimi lost without ever being able to help much for her mother. The independent mother never complained of letting her off guard as she herself was preoccupied with her two young children and a struggling husband in Tokyo.

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Aimi's heart is like being squeezed. A memory of the times he was called by the Hospital telling him that his loved one was being treated loomed over again.

Then the fear of losing it disturbs his mind. When looking at the child who is only in a few months only his health condition decreases rapidly.

"Maa. My strongest spirit is only Mama. Pray that I live long, though the chances are small. I've never been afraid of losing my life, I'm just afraid of making you sad. You're the ones who love me, and "hold tight. Akio seemed to catch his breath several times, "Ara..," he murmured softly but was still heard by the mother. Until the middle-aged woman was aghast.

"Never talk like that! You must be cured." Aimi looked at the child. "We will fight together. And Ara, Mama, you think you've cut it?"

"Of course I did, Ma. For her happiness, I will do anything. But can I just be a little selfish this time?" Akio looked at the mother with a pleading gaze.

"I'll never calm down if I haven't seen him yet" Akio continued to unravel a smile on his pale lips.

"Now mama called him," Akio held the hand of the mother who was about to take the phone in her bag.

"not now. I'd like to see if I'm gonna get well later,"

"You can definitely heal! Must be, Ki," the voice of the mama to shudder staring at the roar of Akio who might even be ready if death picks him up. But certainly not for the mother. Really, he's not ready.

"If not, I want my mother to tell her. I always loved him at all times" the man blinked, in the recesses of his heart the name of the girl who became a flower in every sleep he always remembered even every time he was in pain.

"Mom call Adrian now,"