I HATE YOU, BUT
#19
Everyone noticed when they heard the door open wide. Alena stiffened, because now she saw Jeane coming in with a worried face.
“I, worried about Davian,” he said nervously. Somehow Alena saw a scared look in the girl's movements.
“You still dare to come here too!”
Both Alena and Jeane were shocked to hear a loud voice coming out of Dad's mouth. Alena turned to look at the middle-aged man who was now cross-sectioned with a dislike expression. His eyes were straight, staring at Jeane sharply.
“After you influenced my son, you still dare to show us your face? What kind of girl are you?” Jeane vibrates. It was as if he had just been pulled by a knife. It feels so painful and painful.
As it turns out, his condition has not changed even since the last time he met with Davian's parents. They don't like it, that's obvious. Jeane does not know why. As he remembered, he had never been insolent before them.
Alena could feel the pain that Jeane was feeling. Jeane's usually adorned smile face was now tense, pale, and humiliated. Alena knows how sick Jeane is right now. The same pain as when he was rejected by the Malvin family. Suddenly, Alena feels sympathy for Jeane.
“Why are you still here?! Please leave before I expel you!”
“Dad, relax,” Mother hastily asked her husband to be calm. He could not bear to linger seeing Jeane with a pale face so.
“Nak, thank you for worrying about our son. But you better go home because now there's a wife who takes care of Davian.”
Jeane's face stiffened even more. His body began to shake and his heart ached. He tried to hold back the tears that were about to break down. With trembling lips, the girl bowed her body for a while.
“I'm sorry,” he said then turned away without looking at the two Davian parents again. Alena doesn't understand what's really going on. He stared at the figure of Jeane who slowly disappeared behind the door
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Alena POV's
His expression was the same as when I was rejected outright by the Malvin family. The atmosphere in this room became heavier because Dad still showed the same look.
I wonder what makes Daddy so hate Jeane. I don't think that girl is so bad. My eyes turned to look at my husband's pale face. Maybe he's the only one who knows the answer to my curiosity. I can't possibly ask Mom, Dad, much less Jeane.
“Davian, get well quickly,” I clasped Davian's warm hand tightly and then pressed the back of his hand against my cheek. My eyes felt his warmth. Thankfully, at least Davian was still breathing. Why are you such a hobby to make my heart mess up?
“Enghhhh...” My body gasped in shock at the small groaning sound from Davian's mouth. My perfectly handsome husband's face looked sweaty. And his forehead was wrinkled like a person stricken with high anxiety.
“Davian, what's wrong with you?” cecarku panic. I immediately picked up a dry towel to wipe away the sweat spots that appeared along his temple. What did he see in his dream until his sleep broke? Could anyone be sick?
My phone rang when I was in the middle of Davian's care. I immediately picked it up. Mother's hoarse voice pierced my ears.
“What's Mother? why is Mother's voice so?”
“Nak..Your father.come here, Your father is dying.,” my body relaxes instantly after hearing the last sentence from Mother. The phone I was holding fell to the floor. My mind was instantly in turmoil and my tears burst forth without permission. Dad, it's impossible!!!
“Dad.. No way!!!”
I have to see Dad. I don't want to regret not being able to meet her one last time. I was about to put down the towel I was holding when Davian's moaning came back.
"Ja-ngan per-gi, ja-ngan ting-leave a-ku,”
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