(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
Conscious

Operation Kian lasted until the afternoon, Ann still had not contacted Jonathan to inform Kian of the situation. Until the night, Kian was not aware and was still placed in the recovery room.

Ann faithfully waited in front of the recovery room, even to sleep there until morning. He has brought some Kian clothes and booked the President suite room so that when Kian realized later, he can be moved there immediately.

To divert the saturation, Ann pulled her phone out of the bag. He reread some of the messages Kian sent to him. For nearly four months he was married, there were only four messages Kian entered and six calls from him. Ann sighed sadly, even her last memory of Kian was painful to remember. How he had been a person who was always troublesome for Kian, never understood him and always hurt him. A tear escaped Ann's eye and fell right on her phone screen.

"Mother Ann, Mr. Kiandro is conscious."

Ann flinched and turned quickly towards the door. A Sister stood there and smiled warmly. Ann quickly got up from the chair and followed the Sister into the Recovery room.

Inside, there are some patients who have just undergone surgery and are in the recovery stage. Kian is in the end room with his right shoulder splashed by a support bandage. Some parts on his face were blisters and there was a wound on his left arm.

Seeing Ann coming and approaching her, Kian was fixated for a while. He pulled the blanket over his open chest without clothes. Ann's eyes were moist and wet, was Ann crying?

"Hi" said Ann as she approached Kian's bed.

No doubt, his lips felt faint. Throat's dry. Finally he could only respond with a smile.

The nurse, who had informed Ann earlier, came with several other nurses.

"Mother, we're moving Mr. Kiandro to the inpatient room. Please wait in the room, okay?" the Sister's orders were polite.

"Well, Sus," said Ann obediently. He turned around and stepped out in a hurry.

In the President Suite room a few moments later. The sisters and the male nurses have been out since ten minutes ago. Staring in amazement at every corner of the luxurious room, he seemed to stay at the hotel with infusion hoses and the smell of medicine everywhere.

"Would you like a drink?" ask Ann after finishing tidying up Kian's clothes in the closet.

"Can you drink already? I haven't farted."

Ann was wide-eyed, but the next second she laughed at Kian's reply.

"The doctor said I can't eat anything before farting!" continue with innocence.

"Hahaha .., but drinking a spoon is okay!"

Kian shakes fast. "Awh .." he groaned in pain when he forgot that his shoulder had just been operated on and a slight movement could cause pain.

Ann stopped her laughter, approached and sat down on the edge of Kian's bed. "Tell me, how could you risk your own life like yesterday, huh?"

Looking at Ann at a glance, there was a kind of guilt in those eyes. "I just want to save the kid."

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