Woman, Don't Go From Me
CH - 14
"Sister Andre?" Candra whisper.
Andreas with his steady footsteps rushed towards the group of people. His face was full of anger hearing the words that had just been uttered by Asih. He stopped right in front of the Asih.
"How can you think of such a thing?" Ketus Andre gritted a row of his white teeth staring at the Asih foam sharply.
"Andre, lower your tone! " Acrook bu Arum. Andre just glanced at Arum. He rubbed his huffed face trying to dampen the emotions.
"Anyway inside that woman's body is my future child!! I will not let anyone take over the decision for the boy! " Say Andre coldly.
"At last you admit that it's your son?" Sindir bu Arum who indirectly felt relieved by Andre's words. By this means true if Andrelah is responsible for the fetus in the body Citra.
Andre grunts sebal. Actually he was lazy to argue with Arum's mom. Even more so in such a precarious state as this time. Indeed, the personalities of these two pairs of mothers and children are very different, so it is very difficult to unite their opinions.
"Once the woman is conscious, I will immediately make a deal !! We do it here too! " Say Andre firmly. He will not let anyone eliminate the fetus in the woman's body, especially the image that seems to have not been able to accept the presence of the fetus it contains.
Ms. Asih did not comment. In his mind now there was only his son lying in the room there.
Whatever Andre says right now, he doesn't care.
"Miss Citra's family?" A doctor was seen coming out of the ICU.
"Yes..me! "Jawab bu Asih's.
Ms. Asih hurriedly walked towards the doctor. The long skirt he was wearing almost got stuck on the footing of the chair.
"The patient is past his critical period! He is now quite stable.." Obviously the doctor.
Bu Asih breathed out with relief. He was grateful that the thing he was so afraid of didn't happen. God still gave him the opportunity to make up for all his mistakes to Citra.
"Alhamdulillah.. Can I see my son's doctor?" Ask bu Asih.
"Ohh sure.. It can be checked! But don't bother the patient too much!" Added doctor.
"Please!" The doctor said as he opened the door of the room behind him. He nodded greeting the family waiting for Citra in the hallway, then he passed.
Ms. Arum chased after the doctor's steps too quickly.
"Doctor..!" Call the middle-aged woman bermake up firmly.
"Yes..!" The doctor stopped and turned his body.
"What is the state of the fetus in its womb?"
"Ohh the fetus from Citra?" Ms. Arum is slowly moving.
"Thank God the baby's okay mom! Profit is immediately taken to the ER, otherwise.."
"I don't know what's likely to happen.." Continue doctor.
"Ohh.. Thank goodness.." Ms. Arum breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh yes doctor, I ask the patient on behalf of the Image was transferred in ruqng VIP yes.." Pinta ma'am Arum.
The doctor understood.
"Sure mom, I'll say nurse yes !!"
"Thank you doctor, excuse me!" Ms. Arum retreats with shaky steps.
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"Di Hallo? Please take care of the series wedding for me today too !" Speak with steady.
"Today sir??" Complain Didi, Andreas' personal assistant who is currently on leave for vacation. His premonition was already unpleasant, today he would definitely work hard.
"Why can't you!" Andreas's question implied a tone of threat in it.
"Oh able sir, willing!" Didi replied quickly, he would never go against his master or he would lose this promising job.
Tut tut tut's..
Andreas unceremoniously turned off his call. Didi randomized her hair and woke up from her lazy sleep .
"Today is a holiday !! Arrograph.." Snarled.
He immediately got up and headed for the bathroom to prepare to be ready to do his master's orders.
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"Andre where the hell is it? Not to see Citra, even run away! " Omel bu Arum circulates the view to every corner to look for the whereabouts of his son.
"Meet you?" Surprise Candra from behind. She had also searched every corner of the hospital but had not discovered her brother's whereabouts.
Andreas' absence makes them both think that Andreas is trying to escape responsibility. But in retrospect Andreas was not that kind of person who easily reneged on his promise.
"Yet.. Try calling his phone!" Pinta ma'am Arum.
"Udah bun, but not lifted! "Clearly Candra.
"Yes, let's see the state of Citra first! Maybe her mom's done." Take Arum.
The two of them walked hand in hand to the room where Citra was being treated. Previously Citra had been moved in the usual care room. The VIP room that Arum had booked was a luxurious patient room that Citra had never seen before even during her time working as a nurse.
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The image sits on the back of the hospital bed. His messy hair was being combed by his sibling who was jutek-faced but melancholic. While his mouth was chewing food that was the middle of the Asih foam feed from a small bowl filled with vegetables and a little rice. Everyone in the room was very grateful to see his condition gradually improving.
Ms. Arum knocked on the door quietly and let out a small smile. In his right hand a basket of middle fruits he was about who out of nowhere he got it. He walked slowly towards Citra. Bu Asih immediately stood up to position himself. Bu Asih spread his gaze as if looking for something that was certain it was Andreas.
"Are you better?" Ask Arum. The image nodded slowly.
"Thank God.. I'm sorry for what you've been through.." Sesal bu Arum's. Citra bit her lip but still nodded in apology, Ms. Arum.
"You don't worry.. I will be responsible for the terrible things my son has done to you.." The image just fell silent.
Actually this is not what he expected, but on the other hand he does need justice, right? Then who is in charge is after this Andreas will marry her? The thought continued to rage inside the mind of Citra.
"Are you willing to marry Andreas, mother's son?" Tanya maam Arum asked for certainty. Sure enough, his guess was right. Citra had not dared to answer, she was still in doubt about the marriage that was meant by Ms. Arum.
"He must be willing, he's pregnant with my son! "
The familiar voice in Citra's ear rang out loud entering the room where she was being cared for. His handsome face with his firm jaw was staring at Citra sharply. He wore a neat black suit adding to his prowess on the day.
He's not alone. Behind him were two men. One was om Bayu, and another was a middle-aged man wearing a turban and kopyah. From his appearance he seems to be a ruler.
The image is choked, will the marriage in question take place right now? In this place?
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