Kenan's Destiny
Trying to Recover

Three days had passed, during which time Yuki decided not to come to the hospital. Just monitoring Kenan through the news he received from Regan. The girl is determined to improve her appearance before returning to meet Kenan.

While in the hospital, the young man is agitated because Yuki did not keep his promise to come. He was alone, sitting in a wheelchair facing the window. Kiran has to go to school, and Alex has a two-week delayed meeting.

Regan, he's facing a semester exam on campus. The young man's eyes blanked forward, his entire body still in pain, but he forced himself to move despite his limitations. With the help of a nurse, she was finally able to sit in a wheelchair.

Why don't you come, Yuki? You reneged on your promise. Are you going to leave me the same as them? Is that the destiny of a Kenan? To be abandoned by those I care about.

Waves of sadness rippled across his face, the wistful appearing on the brown-colored bead. I don't know what he'll do after this? Maybe it will be alone because it no longer believes in the word love. The sincerity and loyalty he had was never avenged.

"Excuse me, Young Master. It's time for breakfast and medicine" said a nurse who came with a tray of food in hand. He sat next to Kenan by the window, feeding the young man a wheelchair because he had not been able to move his hand except for a moment.

Kenan did not say, he only opened his mouth when food was proffered nearby. His gaze was straight ahead, staring at the human traffic in the hospital garden.

"The medicine, Young Master!" Kenan opened his mouth again and swallowed the bitter medicine immediately. She helped the sister drink water. The ritual was finished that morning.

"You want company?" haggling kind-hearted sisters.

Kenan shook his head, refusing to be accompanied. The sister withdrew from Kenan's room.

After his death, Kenan glanced at both hands. The radiance of determination was clear and the manic was golden brown. The passionate desire and hope attracted Kenan's lost spirit.

He tries to move his fingers, slowly and carefully. One by one the fingers on the hand were raised even though they looked trembling. Kenan commented on the thin smile, he kept trying to be able to move his limbs.

His twitching lips wanted to draw a line further, but only to the extent that he was able to.

Come on, I can. I should be able to!

Kenan encouraged himself, he continued to try to move one hand even if only for a second. He had tried, sweat seeped from the pores of dripping skin to the clothes he was wearing, but all that did not produce. He was unable to raise his hand for more than five seconds.

"Aragh!" Kenan glimmered, his tears falling in annoyance at his current helplessness.

Why can't I move at all?

Complaining is useless because it can not help his recovery at all. He realized that, but losing the spirit made him weak. Yuki's absence for a few days in the hospital, creates a sense of hopelessness within him.

Maybe you don't want a disabled man like me anymore. All right, it's okay. I accept this as fate. May you find your happiness and find a better man than me.

Kenan closed his eyes, the water still falling from the fertilizer. His chest rumbled pain, the tightness spread tore the taste in the heart.

Wh-tok-tok!

Wh-tok-tok!

The sound of knocking echoed from the front, Kenan opened his eyes and saw a bouquet of flowers in the glass window. His forehead wiggled, but he no longer cried. I was confused as to who was behind that window.

The flower approached and stuck to the window glass, the hand that held it wrapped in a black handkerchief, while the figure behind it was still invisible.

The mysterious person walked across the window, disappeared and left. Curious, but Kenan can't move. His head turned around trying to figure it out. He was stunned when the flower suddenly came again and was directly in front of his face even though it was blocked by the window.

Kenan smiled faintly feeling silly with the behavior of the mysterious person out there. The flower disappeared again, his face turned sad because after a while he waited, it no longer appeared. He was discouraged by feeling alone.

Kenan blinked his eyes in surprise, his heart was beating. The distinctive aroma of a person's body oozes out to disturb the senses of the reader. He knew who was coming, his smile faintly rising.

"How are you? Do you miss me?" ask the soft voice from behind her body.

Kenan turned his face, his manic sparkling to see the figure he missed. Bad thoughts that had come to say hello, now go away by itself.

Yuki walked over to Kenan's side, and sat down on the chair where the nurse had been bribing her. He placed a flower on Kenan's lap, holding his lover's hand. Her sweet smile added to Kenan's spirit to heal.

"You smiling? So sweet," seduced Yuki. Kenan's cheeks warmed up, following his heart which also warmed.

"Yu-yuki?"

"Mmm?"

Yuki did not take his eyes off Kenan's face. His eyebrows shot up waiting in anticipation as to what Kenan would say.

"You're so pretty" he said, starting to move his tongue.

Yuki chuckled small, simple and nonchalantly spoken praise forming a red hue on her cheek. He got up, stood behind Kenan's wheelchair and pushed it slowly.

"You need some fresh air, we'll take a walk to the park. I'm sorry that I just had time to come, I have to beautify myself so that my future husband can recover as soon as possible," said Yuki.

It felt like the hand was raised and touched Yuki's fingers, grasping them gently, tucking at her silky smooth skin. His hands became stiff after a while he woke up from his long sleep.

The fresh air from the plants growing in the garden refreshes Kenan's lungs. Yes, he does need fresh air like this.

"You like it?" Kenan nodded slowly, Yuki continued to push the wheelchair and stopped under a shady big tree. He sat on a park bench with Kenan in front of him.

"You want fruit?" The sickly man nodded back.

Yuki took out a package from inside the bag, he bought some of the fruit in the street. The girl peeled an orange, unaware that the man before her was staring unblinkingly.

"Nrank ...." Kenan opened his mouth chewing softly on the orange Yuki gave him.

"Ma-nis," he said judging. Yuki nodded and continued to feed Kenan until there was nothing left.

"Yu-ki, my ta-ngan ...." Kenan glanced at his immovable hand.

The girl understood, she slowly grasped Kenan's hand and lifted him up a little.

"illness?"

"Se-di-kit."

"Hold, yeah. I moved it a few times." Kenan nodded obediently.

He folded his lips in pain as the hand moved Yuki up and down. However, all her pain seemed to disappear just by looking at that pretty face in front of her.

A pair of eyes peeked out from behind a window.