I Hate You Mr. CEO
Stuffy

Lendra sobbed as she was allowed to see Irish. The man was unable to harbour both happiness and sorrow in his heart. Lendra, the man became the first to do the test to become a donor for Irish.

"Darling, wakeup. It's dad." Lirih Lendra as the man clasped the tiny hand of Irish. An oxygen mask was attached to the little girl's nose. Infusions and various hoses attached to the Irish body add to Lendra's heartache. He felt like a failure, as a father he never found out where the Irish were. Never gave love to his little daughter.

Lendra's cry grew louder when she remembered that Irish, apparently already knew that she was her father.

Outside the room, Livia could only bow as Christo vented her anger. "How many times have I told you. Listen Irish. But you never paid attention to Irish conscience. We can't do anything because it's all your right."

"That's it, Chris." Retno rubbed the lover's arm. While Vera hugs Livia's body. Regret, that word is still useful now.

"Sorry." Livia.

"Don't apologize to me!" Judes Christo's. Men try to hold back their emotions."I'm not his real father. But I carried her as soon as she was born into the world. I taught him to walk. I'm....." Christo sat down with tears streaming down his cheeks. The man looked down with his hands propping up his forehead.

For a moment the room contained only a wordless sobbing. Christo repeatedly damaged his rough face. "Have it, now let it pass. We're here for the Irish. We'll do our best to barbie our lives. We're not gonna let Isac happen....." Vera's words were stuck.

"Miss...." Livia hugged Vera tightly.

"Irish we'll be fine." Vera said in the end. The four returned. Until the sound of the door opened, and Lendra came out of the Irish room. The man's face looks puffy. There is no longer a handsome and charismatic face of a Lendra. There was only the face of a father who was desperate to see the state of his only daughter.

"We need to talk." Pinta Lendra to Livia.

And here are both. Room on a floor emergency staircase where Irish is being treated. "So can you explain?"

"Nothing to explain." Answer Livia briefly.

Lendra immediately took a deep breath. Trying to restrain herself from venting her anger on Livia.

"Sorry...." One word from Lendra again provoked Livia's tears. The woman lowered her face so that Lendra would not see her crying. But what happened next, Livia's crying actually sounded louder when Lendra grabbed the woman's body. Hugging a slim body that is now sobbing in his arms.

"I'm sorry for all my mistakes. I'm sorry I didn't look for you. I'm sorry I made you go through this all by yourself. Sorry.sorry." Lendra also sniffled. The two people finally dissolved in tears of sadness.

"I chose this path. So everything that happened was my fault. The pain of Irish, the departure of Isac. I'm not a good mother. I'm not a mother!" livia shouted, spilling all tightness in the chest.

"Isaac? Who's Isac?" ask Lendra.

Livia was stunned, unaware of her own words. "Who's Isac, Livia?" this time Lendra should know all about Livia's life.

The man held two loyal arms of Livia down. Not daring to challenge the look of Lendra's eyes as usual.

"Tell me. I want to know everything!" Every word Lendra spoke with emphasis. One sign that the man is demanding answers. Meanwhile, Livia was silent. It's very hard to say this one.

"Okay, if you don't want to tell me. I'll find out!" Lendra turned around, walking towards the door.

"What did you say? They're twins?" The man looked at Livia who was trying to resist the fall back of the clear circle from his eyes.

"Twin a pair of the most handsome and most beautiful I've ever seen. But I am not a good mother anymore. I can't take care of my son. He died in an accident."

Lightning seemed to grab Lendra's body. The man staggered back two steps. The world of Lendra seemed to stop in place. He also had a son, he should have. In the end, Lendra could only fall on the floor. He wanted to scream loudly. Evaporating guilt was also tightness in his chest. Lendra realized that he had missed a lot of valuable things this five years. Crying as much and for as long as anything, will not be able to turn the time. And returned the son.

"Isaac....." Lirih.

Without them knowing, the figure of Isac stood in front of Lendra. Gently rubbing the head of the father. The little boy smiled, at last the father knew the presence.

"Yes, Dad. Isac wanted to be by Dad's side. But Isac knew, it couldn't. So can Isac ask for one thing. Keep Irish for Isac." Said Isac.

Lendra immediately raised her face. "Isac, is that you?" Lendra's instinct is to say that the son is here. Near her. Isac himself approached his mother.

"Mother, don't cry anymore. Isac doesn't like it. Mom is the best mom Isac has. Isac doesn't want you to be sad. Be happy if Isac is happy." The little boy hugged Livia.

Isac's body slowly disappeared. Leaving behind Livia who was now beating her own chest. That stuff feels real. If she could die with this tightness, Livia would. But the truth cannot. This feeling only tormented Livia's heart. For the past two years, who knew that Livia lived in a deep sense of guilt.

Everyone may look at her as selfish, but do they know what Livia feels. How much regret that woman had. How much if Livia pleads, that she be given a chance to make amends. Maybe no one knows.

"Stop it Via, you're hurting yourself." Lendra held Livia's hand which continued to beat her own chest.

"Leave it. I'm tired of my life. I'm failing. I'm shattered. I can't do all the things well. I'm...."

"Stop! Stop talking if it's pointless. You keep chiding yourself. Then what about me. I need to die to make amends. If so, kill me right now! But don't hurt yourself."

Lendra's words made Livia speechless.

"Don't think you're the only one who suffers. Irish, Isac, me and everyone else are suffering too. Don't just think about yourself. Don't be selfish!"

Livia silenced a thousand languages to hear a booming speech from Lendra. Lendra slapped Livia. The woman could only remain silent with a sense of emptiness that now filled her heart. Where does that sense of tightness go.

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