[Two] Strategies to Seize People's Wives
I'm Not Crazy!

Freya's heart was pounding. Afraid to hear the facts that the doctor will tell you. His heart could stop pounding if his fear became true.

"I'm sorry, the patient's condition is quite severe. The bleeding caused the patient to lack blood. Unfortunately our blood bank stock is running out. Does the patient have blood type A?"

The doctor asked the couple who were in conflict. The look on Freya's face showed her sadness.

Remember the blood type he has does not match Marcel. Wanting to find his father's real father he didn't know where to go.

"My blood type is A, Doc. Just take as much blood as our son needs!" mark is hopeful. His heart was a little calm, because at least he had something that could save Marcel's life.

The guilt in his heart was slightly reduced. No doubt he is still afraid.

Fear of the lover hating him.

Freya looked at Mark's face. A little guilt in his heart, for yelling at Mark earlier.

"Okay, please follow me to undergo a series of tests."

The doctor gave an order to make Mark hurry. As the man stepped up, Freya blocked his hand. The man looked back, he saw Freya looking at him with sorrowful eyes.

"Please save, Marcel," the woman pleaded in a soft tone.

Mark smiled sweetly. I hope he can help Marcel. The handsome man was unable to resist hugging Freya.

Mark tightened his momentary embrace. He kissed Freya's forehead many times, pouring out his affection.

"I promise I'll try to help Marcel. Let alone blood, I will give heart to him, for he is your son and certainly my son."

Mark said in a soft tone. After that, he left Freya and followed the doctor from behind.

Freya's heart was warm to Mark's words. In his heart he hoped, the son survived.

"Lord .. please save Marcel," murmured Freya praying expectantly.

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A series of tests Mark had undergone and fortunately Mark had no history of surgery for the previous six months and the man had no infectious disease. Mark is fit.

After you have donated blood. Mark's body felt weak, the man was asleep on top of the gurney. Maybe his soul was tired too, because it was fighting with Freya.

Freya approached the nurse who had just walked out of Mark's room.

"Where is he?" ask Freya curiously.

He can't wait for Mark to thank you.

"He was resting inside. It looks like his soul was shaken, because he saw a child being shot in front of his eyes" said the nurse based on the doctor's diagnosis.

Freya who heard it felt guilty. He shouldn't have scolded Mark and said evil words.

"In that case, can I go see him?"

The nurse nodded her head quickly. Not wanting to wait for long, Freya immediately entered the room. He saw Mark sleeping in the gurney. Cold sweat soaked his lover's forehead.

"I'm sorry, Mark," she softly stroked the lover's cheek.

"Don't go, Freya .. Marcel. Don't leave me …."

Mark was delirious in his sleep. The man was so distressed by Freya's previous threats, that he was carried away with the dream.

Freya's heart rippled. She feels guilty for her husband. If only Freya could control her anger, surely something like this would not happen.

Mark stayed calm with her. Soon he rubbed the lover's forehead, hoping to calm Mark who was fretting in his sleep.

"Sutt .. relax, Mark. I'm not leaving you" said Freya softly by Mark's ear.

It was magical, Mark calmed down. The wrinkles on his forehead were no more.

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Operation Marcel went well. Everything has been fine, the bullet in Marcel's chest has also long been removed. The handsome boy is no longer dying, and Marcel has now been moved to a VVIP inpatient room.

Freya's heart calmed down after hearing the doctor's explanation regarding the condition of her son who was no longer critical. Maybe wait a few days Marcel will wake up.

The atmosphere inside the VVIP room was suddenly awkward. Mark and Freya were both silent, neither of them making a sound.

Mark was afraid that Freya would ignore him. Freya felt guilty for Mark.

"Hello, Yu."

Mark heard carefully the reports from his subordinates. A smile of relief rose from Mark's face. The man nodded his head understandingly.

When he finished, he ended the call unilaterally.

The curious Freya asked.

"What's wrong?" freya asked nervously.

Mark looked towards him. The man's heart calmed down a little at the voice of his lover who was willing to start a conversation.

"So my man reported the condition of Pratama's extended family. Amir has been interred, while his wife is in the hospital, because of a heart attack due to the calamity that befell them."

Freya who heard him smiled brightly. There was no pity from the look on his face. His years of suffering at Ozan's house have come to an end.

Those who are evil have been punished. God has answered his prayer.

"Finally ..the storm has passed," Freya muttered softly heard by Mark's ears.

The man immediately grabbed his lover's hand. Freya looked at Mark so deeply.

"You're still getting married to me, aren't you? I know I was wrong, for failing to protect, Marcel. But ... but I don't intend to harm him. I was running towards Marcel when Amir shot him, but. I ... I …."

Mark's words were cut off as Freya closed her lips. The kiss was over for a moment.

"I'm wrong .. not you. Sorry I am …."

Freya admitted her mistake. He apologized to Mark to end the fight.

A single tear flowed from his eye patch. The man immediately hugged Freya's body tightly and spilled all the pain felt.

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A young girl comes to an elite mental hospital. Unlike other hospitals, there the patients come from the upper class.

"Excuse me, I'd like to visit a patient named Ozan Pratama" the young girl reported at the reception.

"Sorry before, Miss. Patient Ozan Pratama is not doing well. Currently he is in an isolation room, because he often rampages and calls Angel's name repeatedly" explained the receptionist soft and friendly.

The young girl's heart was throbbing pain. Not expect when it hurts experienced by men who were once dashing and handsome.

"I'm Angel" said the girl to surprise the receptionist.

"May I see your ID, Miss?"

Angel immediately showed the resident's card to the receptionist. After making sure that in front of him is right Angel. The receptionist leads Angel into Ozan's room.

"Lepasin .. I want Angel! Angel ... I want Angel."

Ozan's voice screamed in rebellion. Fortunately, his legs and hands were tied so that he could not hurt others or himself.

"Father," said Angel full of concern at the situation Ozan is very messy and sad.

The door of the room opens. Angel fearlessly entered the room.

"Mr!" call Angel hard to wake Ozan who has been raving unclear.

Ozan. He turned his head to the right, his eyes immediately watering to see the girl he so desperately missed was in sight.

"Angel …! Angel ... take me away from here .. I'm not crazy .. I'm not crazy, Angel!" ozan's tears broke like a little boy who missed his mother a lot.

The young girl could not hold herself back anymore. Soon he overstretched Ozan's body and hugged Ozan.

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