Wounds From you

33. Lying weak

Arina is now lying weakly on the gurney or hospital bed with a man waiting for her who looks busy with his laptop screen displaying graphics and lowercase letters that must be zoomed.

He stared at the screen carefully so as not to pass a few steps afraid of it later not relieved the results. Unsatisfactory, he was waiting for his daughter to wake up and did not have time to tell or what to his wife because his wife was busy with his photo shoot in Amsterdam there.

Because the man came back here yes this reason, his wife has flown to the Netherlands to handle her job because she got a joob there. However, the man actually disputed it because far away to there only because the stupid client who gave a price offer at will.

If she is a modeling maybe she will refuse it, would refuse sustenance is not good but as long as she is paid according to her work.

If not, I am a bit hesitant.

“Sssh,” sounds like a hiss coming out and even smoothed but the man's ears are still functioning properly.

The man then closed his laptop and saw his daughter's clasped hands move, he then stood up to approach his daughter if she needed something because from the explanation of the doctor only the patient needed fluids to restore her condition but could also by endangering the condition of the baby child inside content.

Cassian.

“Hey, son...” call the man slowly approaching his mouth in Arina's ear to make it sound, the man can still smile happily because Arina is not too good to return to her previous condition.

Arina avoided that gaze, she no longer wanted to collide with that gaze that would beat her up.

“Hm,” the answer is short with a blank view.

The gaze of the papa did not escape the activity of Arina who was silent when she woke up from her sleep, which was an anesthetic injected by a doctor through infusion and could sleep quietly without any interference.

Especially with the condition of her pregnant self, making her papa wary of the events that will befall her daughter.

“Need something?” ask her papa rubbed the mane of Arina's long beautiful hair, beautiful, although the person lying down is no longer characteristic for Arina if the woman has long and straight hair but no one sees except her father and husband, she said, nor his family from adek to his brother. Although Arina was the last child she was no longer the youngest child of her parents' family, but Arina's lineage is the youngest of the family so inevitably the decision has the right to be in Arina's hands if it will be division of inheritance.

Arina let her papa at length want to question her, she will not answer and even if she wants to answer must gather the intention a thousand times.

The woman rolled her eyes lazily by staring at the ceiling in this room.

“Nak,” call his papa long ago upset also dicuekin not noticed.

Because he has shifted the world of his work to focus on his daughter, he is willing to be told by his wife to go home and leave his piled up work there, he was willing to be told by his wife to go home and leave his piled up work there, not unselfish but here he is not concerned about his existence is the same as his world is quiet without office files that always accompany him to find the coffers of dollars and meet the needs of his family that will not run out until some descendants later.

The woman supported her head with her hands under her cheeks and she lay to her side.

Stare at the open window directly towards the park for the first time.

Makes Arina feel tempted by the park in the hospital.

He then blinked his eyes plain, “Pah..”.

“Hm, yes..”.

His papa then who had been in the same position also circled the bed resting place for his daughter lying down with an infusion attached to his left hand.

“Why?” he looked at his daughter.

His daughter wanted something to make him nod his head.

“Ngga why?” although the heavy heart agreed in the end he did not want to be selfish because he chose his own opinion.

Then the man came out first, walking with his broad steps heading out to find a wheelchair fortunately without explanation is indeed the papa is the best for him, it was past his gaze just his papa coded understand.

Without having to ask to agree.

But immediately Arina's face turned agitated, she held her stomach that felt sudden pain because she had previously woke up wanting to pee but yes how she wanted to talk about it was difficult to her papa.

He stared hopefully at the door, so that his papa would not take a wheelchair for long or his papa could rule his men.

He wanted to call but no, he had to get off his own bed rather than complicate his papa but this really felt like it was at the tip of the bud had arrived.

Without talking the papa came with a rush step to make him stumble the legs of a wheelchair, precisely on wheels.

He kept his balance and Arina wanted to laugh at the taste, funny but he peed so he could not stand it anymore and the woman then flicked her blanket that enveloped her body.

“Pah, piss!”

“Hah?” asked her grumpy papa, her confused gaze and her papal reflexes helped to hold onto the infusion pole, taking her in the bathroom with Arina who had already gotten out of bed.

Reluctant to ask again, his papa then drove himself to the bathroom and his pole was pushed towards the bathroom.

This man is very fond of women, though, who is afraid of his wife and affection for his son but not for his son who is now Rector at a university with his grandson who on the side of his son, Equally barbaric is inhuman because.

He was old but not with his strength still strong to go everywhere just a job.

Now Arina goes into the bathroom, while her papa waits outside so that her daughter nothing happens inside.

But a few minutes of walking, one that drew the attention of the man. Why did his daughter not speak or what said, a little appeared spontaneously she said.

“Have or not?” ask her papa from the outside with Arina who is in the bathroom but in fact there is no word from the bathroom, so now the man moved worried and worried about the situation Arina was in.

Only the sound of faucets filled the bathroom, without further ado the man wanted to break down the bathroom door but he listened to the sound of exhaling from the door and opened it wide.

Arina then stared intensely at her papa who wanted to go forward at the door.

“You what?”

Papah gurgled himself, changing the expression of his face into a smile.

“Not there, you don't papa ‘kan?” the question while diverting and Arina scrunched her forehead, so shaking.

He took the pole with his right hand, and the papa took over to carry the pole, slowly leading his daughter to sit in an existing wheelchair carried by the men who ruled his papah.

“So right?”

“Iya, pah. Search for air, no crushes here mulu.”

“Ya already, yuk!” invite the papa by sitting slowly his daughter and change the location of the infusion liquid is placed in a wheelchair from the infusion pole.

The man then finished preparing everything, stepping out of the room Arina cared for. Although this room VIP his daughter is still there a sense of boredom and there is never a word not to get bored in a golden cage like in the room or the most comfortable place, but Arina is a different woman. Once bored will change everything, but one that does not replace the family.