Friends Who Destroy
BC 54
"I'm sorry for all my mistakes sir.... Hopefully you can calm down in nature there" Whisper Daren close the face to the ear of Mr. Martin who did not respond at all. Then Daren covered that face with another cloth cover.
There was a sense of relief mixed with the sadness of others, at least it was not his father, although the loss of Mr. Martin was as sad as the loss of his own family.
Daren wiped her tears, walking back to the waiting chair in front of the ER room.
"Are you the family of the accident victim?" Ask a nurse who came.
"Yes sus.." said Daren staring at the sister.
"Please fill out this form!!" He gave a piece of paper on a brown clipboard.
Daren receives the clipboard and fills in all the data on the sheet. Then give it to the faithful nurse waiting there.
"The patient will soon be finished in surgery and will be transferred to the hospital room" replied the nurse as she received the clipboard back. Daren nodded in response to the nurse's explanation, there was a feeling of relief that made Daren feel at ease.
"What about the dead? Is he your family?" Ask again.
"He's.... He's my driver, I've given word to the more authoritative family" Daren replied, feeling tight again given Mr. Martin's death.
"All right..... Excuse me first" said the sister passed from where she stood.
"Daren...... Darren......" The call of a woman who ran spoiled made Daren turn his eyes to him, he saw Miss Cristine coming in a hurry to get closer to him.
Daren sighed harshly.
He was reluctant to meet the woman, but she is now his step-parent.
"How's??? How's papa doing?" Cristine asked, looking panicked, his eyes circled here and there, trying to find another figure he had to meet.
"He's still in the operating room, maybe soon finished and will be moved to the hospital room" explained Daren repeated the words of the sisters some time ago.
"Sir Martin......" Daren bowed listlessly.
"Sir Martin is dead" Daren repeated.
The woman closed her palm on her mouth.
"Why Martin anyway???" He muttered inwardly, there was a dissatisfied expression Cristine gave, but not caught by Daren's gaze focused on the ceramic floor under his work shoes.
Shortly after, a doctor and a nurse came out from the ER room. Pushing a bed of patients whose parts of the body had been wrapped in bandages.
Daren was a little relieved when he saw his father's face in the bed, at least he still had a chance to be with him some time more. Soon Daren and Miss Cristine followed the nurse who pushed the patient's bed into a hallway to deliver Mr. Morgan.
Daren stared at his papa body full of wounds, the nurse laid him on the bed of the hospital room, put the infuse and also installed various devices to detect the stability of the heartbeat and others.
After the nurse gave instructions she left Mr. Morgan, Daren and Cristine who had been quieter.
After the departure of the nurse and also the doctor from the room, Daren sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the half-old man who had started to gray. He held the fingers of his papa, immediately cold flowing in the palm of Daren's hand. His eyes brushed for a moment.
"What business does papa really go to Villa Permata??" Ask Daren without allowing a single glance.
Miss Cristine knew the question was directed at her even though Daren didn't say it in person.
"I already know your rottenness, don't call yourself mother in front of me!!! You're not Cristine's mother" Daren said quietly, suppressing her every word, describing the emotions she was suppressing strongly.
"What do you mean, son??? What's your mother been thinking all this time??" Cristine grunted angrily staring at Daren's body that was ducking down at the edge of the bed.
"Sad..... No need to sit in front of me, I already know the end of the story you're playing" Daren won't lose to Cristine's mom.
"Go from here!!! I don't need you" Bentak Daren turned his gaze toward the woman standing on the right edge of the bed.
"I have every right to wait for Mr. Morgan" Cristine began to be provoked by the words of her stepson.
"You're just a wife, more entitled to me as her child. Go!!!!" Snapping Daren, his voice was not so loud, but it was quite echoing in the Vip's room.
Roughly Cristine lifted her legs up high, rushing out of the room. Suppressing all the mounting emotions in his crown.
Arriving outside, he grabbed the phone from his handbag, looked for a contact and made a personal call.
"Callo....." Greet a man on Cristine's phone call.
"Fetch Mom now!!! You are yes.... His work was less than perfect, the Morgan still alive tauk" Omel Cristine on his biological son, a sharp gaze he drew towards the white wall before him. Feeling resentful because his plan failed, also Daren who is now starting to dare to fight him blatantly.
Shortly after Cristine left, Ghea arrived at the hospital, he immediately asked her papa's room at the reception desk, then rushed to the room shown by the nurse.
GLEKS.....
The door opened quietly, Ghea stroked into the room, staring at her unconscious papa on the bed. The thin body was wrapped in bandages here and there now, some light blisters left open showed a white stain that looked sore.
The woman's eyes immediately brushed, her nose began to compress and her breathing became increasingly tight.
Daren who saw the arrival of his sister immediately hugged the sister, Gheapun poured into the arms of the brother who gave him the focus to he spill all his sadness.
Daren patted his sister's back, trying to give her some calmness with a regular pat. But the woman who had just traveled a long way was still overwhelmed with her sadness.
His body was shaken violently in Daren's arms.
"By noon papa still had time to reply to the message I sent brother" Ratap Ghea when already a little relieved by his crying.
"Calm down!!! We don't know when an accident will happen. But I thought someone was doing this on purpose" He clearly stared blankly at the window of the room whose curtain was still open.
"Who's brother???" Ask Ghea curious.
"Cristine......"
"Cristine.." call Mr. Morgan in a weak voice.
While the woman called was driving Brio's car with her son to go home.
"Why our plan failed. We have to devise another plan now" Cristine complained biting her lower lip a little strongly. Trying to reduce the anger that began to occupy his heart.
"The man is lucky ma, it's not us who planned the accident wrong" Habur Roy, hoping his mother is calm and not too ambitious.