FIRST LOVE DESTINY《 HeZa'S Love Story 》
FLD 168 _Confirm Promise

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I don't know how many times the sound of objects breaking from the main room on the 3rd floor ?

What was clear was definitely due to the anger of the room owner who once again overflowed. " Keep all of that out of here ! And get out you all ! " The bass voice that sounded a little hoarse.

Two days unconscious. And after coming to his senses a few hours ago, what came out of the man's mouth was just endless anger.

" GARA ! "

" Young Master. "

" Take me out of here ! Who told you to bring me back here, huh ?! " Hega shrieked furiously, his pitch-black netra was so sharp as if it could unsheathe anyone before him.

" Young Master, s-me---. "

" Grandfather ordered to bring you home, pour your anger on grandfather ! " Suryatama interrupts in the doorway.

His old leg stepped closer to the side of the large bed where his grandson was lying with an infusion hose still attached to his right hand.

" Aaarggggg---. "

" You're all out, unless you're Ragil, stay here ! Looks like your strength will be needed in case this child loses control and must be conquered by force. " Suryatama said, full of pressure, the man of the age of Hega who had been standing at the side of the bed Hega nodded obediently.

After all the servants came out and the door was closed. Suryatama took a sitting position on a large sofa that was not far from the bed where Hega was.

" What do you want after you get back to your apartment ?! Want to torture yourself again by working to death, huh ? Is that what you want, is that it ? "

" Grandfather don't have to interfere, this is Hega's life, cake. "

" Oh, so since this is your life, grandfather shouldn't mix it up so ? "

" YES. "

" And waiting for the news of your death, is that it ? Following your wife ? That's what you want, huh ?! " Press Suryatama with a sarcastic tone.

" MOMO'S ALIVE, CAKE. HEGA'S WIFE IS NOT DEAD. " Hega's anger peaked again, his bass voice echoing throughout the room.

Seeing his grandson's anger, Suryatama only sneered with a flat expression. " Heh, then prove your faith ! Find your wife if you believe your wife is still alive ! "

" That's what Hega would do, and Hega still does to this day. "

" Cih, by torturing yourself in the workroom without eating and without rest ? That's what you mean by trying, huh ?! "

" Grandfather thinks you're gonna fall down first before you find your wife and prove your faith. "

" Hega will find Momo, Hega will bring back Hega's wife home. "

" Prove ! Don't just talk. " The man got up towards the exit, but before his feet stepped out of Hega's room, the old man who had always been accompanied by his loyal personal servant turned his head.

" If in a month when that DNA comes out your belief is not proven, then you have to be able to accept reality. Because at that time, the grandfather himself who would make the tomb board in the empty tomb became named. "

" Even though grandfather himself was also heavy doing it. But life still has to turn, Hega. Strengthen your heart. There is a lot of life hanging in your hands. "

Deg

Hega immediately froze, his mind drawn back to the past. A similar sentence was uttered by his wife some time before the kidnapping incident occurred.

The man immediately slammed his back on the head of the bed. Both of his neutrals closed and a heavy breath was heard.

The pretty face smiled sweetly, making Hega powerless to extend her hand touching the natural ayu face before her.

" Yang, I miss. Where have you been, Yang ? "

There was no response, the brown-eyed girl returned a smile. His wife's palm was already on his cheek.

Hega could feel Moza's slender fingers gently rubbing her cheek skin. His eyes closed enjoying the comfort of his wife's gentle touch.

" Wake up, brother. It's time for my brother to return to the real world. Brother has promised to always be strong no matter what the circumstances. " The melodious voice that sounded as clear as water shook his heart. The voice he had been mounding for almost a month.

" A lot of families hang their lives in the hands of their brothers. Arise, brother. Make me proud to be the wife of a Hega Saint who is responsible for whatever personal problems are faced. "

Hega shook her head, "I will always be strong as long as you are with me, Yang. So don't go again, hm ! "

" I have always been with my sister, even though my body is not near my sister, but my love and prayers are always with my sister. "

The man shook his head with his sad looking face. " Dear,--. "

" I know you can, big brother, big brother, big brother. My husband who I love so much will not disappoint me. "

" I love you, Hubby. " Hega closed her eyes as the tiny face approached her, peeling her forehead lovingly.

But as he re-opened his eyes, the figure disappeared.

" Which, dear, dear Momo, where are you ? "

" MAGOOOO. . . "

Hah hah hah .  .  .

His body immediately sat on his big bed. His breath was breathless, sweaty hair soaked his forehead and temples.

His head turned to the right and to the left, looking for the figure of the wife who would usually smile to greet him in the morning.

Dreams, only dreams.

Because he did not find that figure.

" Young Master-. " Ragil Anggara appeared at the door with an anxious expression.

Last night the man accidentally slept on the sofa in front of Hega's room. Room doors are also not closed tightly to anticipate if the employer needs it at any time.

" Get up, get the car ready. I'm going to the office. "

" But Young Master, Young Master's health has not fully recovered. "

" I know best how my body is, because. Just do my orders ! " Hega firmly while removing the infusion needle attached to his right wrist.

" Okay, Young Master. " Gara swiftly turned his body to prepare and carry out the orders of the master.

It didn't take long for Hega to get ready, choosing a work suit in the dressing room. His heart suddenly sighed, remembering how adorable the wife was when standing confused to choose a work shirt for him in the morning.

And now that beautiful figure is somewhere. His right hand outstretched touched a row of clothes his wife who hung neatly in the silvery-white wardrobe.

" Yang, I'll keep my promise. I'll do what you say. I won't let you down. " His hand squeezed gently one of his wife's dresses.

" But hurry back, hm ! I'll die if you don't come back. " The bass voice that usually sounds heavy and firm now sounds soft, as if describing how sick his heart is right now.

So painful, that unconsciously the clear water droplets escaped just falling from his eyelids.

Tok tok tok tok

The sound of the door inevitably makes Hega must be aware of the pain and injury.

" Hey, baby, you're in, kid ?! " A soft motherly voice that was a little hoarse greeted his sense of hearing.

Hega wiped away the water droplets that were seeping in the corner of his eyes. Inhaling the air deeply, strengthening his heart that was somehow as broken as it was now.

But the man must rise. Because if he is weak and keeps falling like this, isn't that the same as admitting that the burned corpse is his wife ?

No !!!

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