Your Cold CEO belongs to me

I'm sorry

Jonathan walked slowly towards the bed where Stella lay with many tools attached to her body. His chest rose and fell faster than it should, as if the air was hard to get into his lung cavity. Jonathan just stood there not daring to make a sound, let alone move. Stella who was lying looked at the ceiling with a blank look. Slowly Stella turned her head towards Jonathan and her lips turned a faint smile.

"Jooo ...." Stella called out in an almost inaudible voice.

"Yes, La." Jonathan took a step closer towards Stella.

"Ka ... mu ga .. late jem ... put Ja ... milah right?" stella asked in disarray. It was very difficult for him to make a sound.

Jonathan was stunned to hear Stella's question, not expecting his best friend to ask another girl, as he lay weakly in the hospital. He nodded quickly to control his tears.

"Thank God" said Stella Iirih still with a smile on her lips and a sincere look in her eyes.

"Rest, La," That's all Jonathan can say. His mouth was unable to apologize to Stella. He admitted that he was a coward. Moreover, there were two pairs of eyes watching him from the corner of the room.

"Yes .. tired." Stella turned her face back to the ceiling and closed her eyes.

"Bec ... Laaa," call Jonathan in panic.

"A .. I'm tired, Jo. You want to .. dur." Stella opened her eyes slightly and then closed her eyes again. Jonathan's eyes nyalang watch the vital signs on the monitor, so it looks still ticking then he sighed in relief.

"Np ... Aunt, I'm sorry." Jonathan walked over towards the two old Stella who were sitting in the corner of the room.

"Here you go, the most important thing is that Om's children have met" said Papa Stella. Jonathan felt increasingly guilty hearing Papa Stella's words.

Papa Stella's old face that was full of wrinkles, increasingly look haggard and tired. It is certain that a couple over 60 years old can not rest well as long as the only daughter has not been found.

"Let me accompany Stella in the hospital, let Om and Aunt take a break. Later if Om same Aunt is sick, Stella must be sad." Papa and Mama Stella looked at each other doubtfully. They haven't been willing to leave their recently discovered daughter, but what Jonathan says is true as well.

"Om get Stella, Jo. Don't leave it alone, if there's anything, tell us immediately" Papa Stella said before following his wife who was standing by his daughter's bedside.

Jonathan's chest throbbed, watching Stella's parents rub her daughter's hair and kiss her forehead. Stella was the only daughter born when Stella was 38. The baby was finally present in their midst for the more than 15 years their marriage awaited, and the daughter they had hoped for as the heir to the lineage now lay helplessly fighting between life and death and that was all because of it.

Papa Stella patted him on the shoulder before exiting the room. Jonathan took a chair and sat beside his best friend's bed.

"La, you don't make me afraid that it hurts .. quickly realize, La." Jonathan rubbed Stella's hand with an intravenous needle.

"Sleep?" whispered Raditya who came in after both Stella's parents came out of the ward.

"Yes." Yeah." Jonathan nodded slowly.

"You ain't home?"

"I keep it here, let Papa and Mama rest first. Poor they must be sleep deprived."

"He loves you, Jo," Raditya said straightforwardly.

"I knew. It's been a long time."

"You know it's been a long time?"

"Since High School. I'm not a cuckoo man, obviously I know that the signs of women are attracted."

"Why don't you take Stella seriously? she's beautiful, nice from a good family."

"Yes, don't give me hope."

"Stella's the only woman around me I don't date, Om. I don't want to play around with him, because I know his feelings are sincere with me. Unlike the other girls who just want my money and ride the fame, therefore I do not want to play with his feelings," Jonathan said with eyes fixed on the pale face of Stella.

"Does he mean anything else about your closeness to him?"

"Hopefully not, because this time I try to be firm by giving clear boundaries to our relationship. I hope he understands."

"May he understand." Raditya exhaled his breath heavily.

After Raditya returns, Jonathan lives alone with Stella. He was trying to pay his time debt with Stella.

"Jo .. ha .. us."

"L-yes, stay back." Jonathan brought the straw closer to Stella's dry, broken lips. As he approached, Jonathan's eyes could see more clearly the bruises on Stella's jaw and neck. He immediately turned his face away, unable to resist regret.

"Pu .. lang jem .. put Mi .. lah," Stella said stammeringly. Jonathan's tears spread, he felt increasingly claustrophobic hearing Stella's words.

"He's home, I'm here to get you. Don't talk too much, Laa, please." Jonathan was sad to see Stella having trouble speaking because of her swollen lips and heavy breathing.

"Ce .. rita." Stella ignores Jonathan's request. He wants to spend more time with Jonathan.

"What story, Laaa." Jonathan endured his regret at seeing Stella who did not want to understand the condition of his body.

"Du .. you."

"Have you? about our High School?" Stella nodded. Although his face was swollen and smelly, but the look of his eyes seemed more shining with hope.

Jonathan nodded, understanding the request of his friend. He then quietly thought about what stories could cheer Stella.

"You want to, La? me, Jamie, Andro, you were both caught eating meatballs at Monday's ceremony." Stella nodded happily, "I, Jamie with Andro, was told to hold a meatball bowl in the middle of the field while respecting the flag. Uh, you feel good because the reason for dizziness is coming to the moon when you are upset." Stella started to laugh softly even though it still looked hard.

"Lom .. pat pa .. gar."

"Well, yeah. We are both late because you asked to stop by for ice cream first, aaahh .. you again, you again. Keep your skirt torn because desperate jump the fence. I'm the one that the teacher blamed." Stella laughed and grimaced with pain.

"Udah ah, don't laugh." Jonathan was afraid to see Stella in pain.

"Ga what. This is ga se .. sa ... kit which bia .. sa a .. ku ra .. sa .. kan, '" said Stella looking at Jonathan inside. Jonathan was silent, he understood the meaning of Stella's sentence.

"I'm sorry." Finally the apology could come out of his lips without a hitch.

"Un ... tuk what?"

"All ... everything. I'm sorry." Jonathan clasped Stella's hand, which was getting colder.

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