Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 67

“Can't you be faster!” hazar shouted at Bobi, who was driving to a nearby hospital. Hazar is very worried about his wife, the wound in Alin's knee area is incessantly bleeding. Plus his wife's body felt cold and pale.

Using his unharmed left hand Hazar strengthened his grip on his wife's weak body. He ignored all the pain in his own body.

After a half hour of driving, they reached the nearest hospital. Bobi jumped down and opened the car door. Without waiting for orders from Hazar, Bobi immediately lifted Alin's body out of the car.

Hazar could only sigh to see his wife's body carried by Bobi, he could not do much now, let alone to lift his wife's body, just walk he needed the help of others now. Yes, after that he had a fight against four thugs at once. He found several wounds around his stomach, waist and arms.

Hazar stood by Alin's bed, monitoring all the doctors' actions against his wife. After Alin is declared fine and has been transferred to the treatment room, then Hazar will receive help from doctors to treat his own injuries.

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Alin blinked his eyes, his eyelids were very difficult to open. The glare of the light made Alin's hand reflexively raise to avoid the light that dazzled his eyes.

“You're aware, Miss!?”

Alin looked towards the sound. “Bobi!” muttered. Alin just remembered what had just happened. “Where is Sister Hazar?” Alin was about to get up, but Bobi quickly prevented it.

“Mr Hazar is being treated by a team of doctors, Miss should just rest first, doctor also need to check you, Miss.”

“I'm okay!” Alin brushed off the hand of Bobi who intercepted him.

Bobi could only sigh, he could do no more to his Master's wife. He could only remain silent and resigned when he saw Alin releasing the intravenous needle forcefully and carelessly.

“Let me in!” Alin again spoke to Bobi while in front of the operating room.

“This is beyond my authority, Miss.”

“Contact my Papa, he must know the director of this hospital.” Alin was getting more and more impatient, she was very worried about her husband's situation now. For the last time she saw her husband was covered in blood in front of her.

“We'd better wait outside, Miss. Your presence in the operating room will probably interfere with the concentration of the doctors inside!” Bobi was still trying to calm his master's wife.

“Engineering your phone!” Alin still did not give up.

Alin walked back and forth in front of the operating room door while continuing to try to contact his papa number. Unfortunately, his papa number is out of reach. Until finally Alin gave up, he chose to sit in an iron chair lined up neatly in front of the operating room. While continuing to chant many prayers for the healing and smooth operation of her husband.

“Miss you better wait in your room only, Miss. Mr. Hazar will be angry if he sees you waiting for him here.” Bobi looks more worried to see the condition of Alin who looks more pale.

Alin ignored Bobi, he did not bother Bobi at all.

Shortly after that the door of the operating room was opened, Alin immediately rushed to the door.

“Kak Hazar!” Alin was on the floor right in front of Hazar's wheelchair. “Kakak not okay?” Alin immediately tearfully looks at Hazar's condition, her husband's right hand is now seen tied up using Armsling (a broken arm brace), and her husband's body is now wrapped in bandages, all emblazoned in front of her, because the patient's clothes can only be attached to the shoulders of her husband.

“Usstt..!” Hazar got up straight from the wheelchair, embracing his wife's shoulder. “Wake! Your knee can become infected if you sit on the floor. I'm not okay. Wakeup!” Hazar widened his eyes to look at Bobi, as if he was saying, why let his wife wait out here?

But who can prevent Alin if he wills.

“Nothing, do not cry,” Hazar rubbed the head of Alin who was in his arms, occasionally he also left a kiss on the top of his wife's head. “Usstt... don't cry.” Hazar even looks like he inhabits a small child, because Alin is unceasingly crying and struggling to stick to him. Should he feel a little relieved now, because only this time Alin wants to stick this way with him.

The doctors, nurses, and Bobi were not considered to be there by Alin at all. She continued to cry while clutching her husband's bare-chested body.

“I can't hold you now, I accidentally hurt my hand. Can you walk into our room?” hazar asked after he felt Alin's crying begin to subside in his arms. "We're being watched by a lot of people right now" Hazar said.

Alin pulled his face from Hazar's chest, nodding in response to Hazar's question. But her tears kept flowing.

“Already, don't cry anymore,” Hazar rubbed his wife's tears.” Does anyone hurt?” hazar asked slightly bowed in order to be able to look at his wife's pale face.

Alin shook his head, “Nothing,” he replied.

Hazar pulls Alin back into his arms. “Good, come on, let's go,”

Alin and Hazar's treatment room has been set up by Bobi. In accordance with Hazar's request, their treatment room was united, lucky that the president suite room was empty at the time.

“Why wait for me in front of the operating room? You should still rest here.”, Hazar said, enveloping Alin with a blanket. “You haven't even eaten your food yet! Eat first.” Hazar was about to pick up a tray containing Alin's dinner.

“I'm not hungry,” Alin even more tightening his hold on Hazar's waist. It made it harder for Hazar to stand up. “What's Mbak Tami okay?” alin asked suddenly, actually he was very afraid to hear the news about Tami. But he still has to ask about Tami, despite the bad answer he will receive later. After Tami sacrificed a lot for her, after she witnessed Tami's blood-stained body lying helplessly on the asphalt.

Hazar let out a long sigh, and fixed his sleeping position. He could capture the slackness of his wife's countenance now. “He is fine. Mr. Sukri already brought him here.” Hazar again stroked Alin's hair. “You see, Tami is not the right person to take care of you. Today you almost did it, and he almost lost his life.” Hazar lifted Alin's chin, making the face look at him. “From now on, Bobi will take care of you. He will take you anywhere, and he will continue with you, whenever and wherever it is. Don't argue anymore.” Firm Hazar.

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Later that night when Alin is asleep, Hazar asks the doctor to open the infusion on his left hand. Because he was very difficult to move, while his right hand still had to be tied with armsling.

“Where did you hold them?” hazar asked Bobi as they chatted on the balcony of the treatment room.

“In the warehouse of Miss Alin's villa, Mr.”

Hazar narrowed his eyes looking suspiciously at Bobi. “What's up?” inquiringly.

“Anu, Mister, just now Rafi called he said Mr. Adi and your in-laws, telling them to go from there, Mr.” Bobi replied a little nervously.

“What! So who's keeping them there!?” shouts Hazar hysterically. Bobi almost slapped him.

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