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"Julie"......Nancy's voice opened the door, circulating her gaze to find Eliza who was currently sitting on the edge of the bed and Rayhan was sitting on a chair near Eliza's bed.
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The morning had arrived Ron realized from waking up feeling dizzy on the head because last night had been drunk heavily. "Your son is up, why your face is son" asked Nancy worried about being next to his son's bed that looked messy, smelly alcohol, bruised face, disheveled hair added that he slept still wearing an office shirt that looks tangled due to a fight with Rayhan yesterday.
"Mom, help Ron. Bring Jolie back to Mom" said Ron hugging Momy. Ron though cunning and cruel but he has another side that if faced with Momy and the woman he loves, he will turn soft because of the feeling of love that he feels.
"So you've found Jolie Nak?" Nancy slowly loosened their embrace. Ron nodded and rubbed his face slowly. Nancy looks sparkling. Eliza's departure on her permission, makes her feel guilty and worried about the state of Eliza who suddenly lost news. "Of course, son, Mommy will help. Where is he now, son?" nancy asked enthusiastically to look at her son who still looked unnatural. Ron picks up his cell phone and contacts John to find out where Eliza was carrying Rayhan yesterday.
"Jolie with Rayhan Sharif Mom" said Ron softly after turning off his cellphone connection. Nancy ended her hearing hearing Sharif's name.
"Sharif" Guman Nancy said, his face was clearly thinking about recognizing the familiar name.
"Yes, Rayhan Syarif the son of Mr. Sharif the grandson of my mother" said Ron laughed softly. Nancy seemed to go back in time to remember the name of Sharif who was none other than the son of her husband, Mr. Bara Jaya.
"Son, what does Jolie and Rayhan Syarif have to do" Nancy asked Ron, he did not want Ron to disturb the Syarif family because Nancy knew very well that Ron hated Bara Jaya so much, her husband had left her with no news when Ron was 2 years old.
"Rayhan Sharif wants to take my Jolie Mom" said Ron, visibly emotional. Ron lies to Nancy because he knows that her Nancy Momy heart is very good, so he cannot say if Jolie the girl he loved all this time turned out to be Rayhan's lover. If Nancy knew that, surely her Momy would have told Ron to forget about Jolie.
"Son, Momy doesn't want any disagreement between you guys. Forget the past, son. If it's true what you're saying then Momy will help you bring Jolie back" Nancy knows her son's love for Jolie isn't a joke......
Ron and Nancy finally go to the hospital after getting information on Eliza's whereabouts from John. When he arrived at the hospital, Ron suddenly met with Danu's doctor or rather Danu's doctor to block Ron to carry out his plan. "Sir Ron how are you? I want to talk" said Dr. Danu, who was taken by Ron and asked Nancy to meet Eliza in her room first. "Please sit down Mr. Ron" Danu told Ron, who was in his office.
"What's the doctor, what happened to Jolie" asked Ron worried because he did not know about Eliza's condition after yesterday.
"Beautiful Miss is fine, it's just that" Doctor Danu paused her remarks.
"Just what the doctor, say" Ron looked curious.
"Master due to the previous medicine that was taken by Miss Beautiful in addition to the punch that in nature yesterday made the condition of the memory of Miss Beautiful memory deteriorated" Ron was silent to hear the words of Dr. Danu, who was a doctor, he felt guilty because it was the cause of it all but on the one hand he felt happy because then Eliza increasingly forgot Rayhan Sharif. With a grin on his lips seeing Ron speechless, Doctor Danu resumed his speech. "Sir Ron at this time of my advice, take care of the beautiful lady. Don't hurt let alone make him depressed because if it happens it can affect his psyche"
"I mean doctor? Jolie's going crazy" asked Ron in shock at Danu's doctor's words.
" It's not crazy but rather Depression sir" said Dr. Danu. "Follow all the wishes of the Beautiful Lady, sir, make her feel comfortable" Ron nodded with the words of Dr. Danu. He may have let the girl he loves get depressed. He had the heart to give the memory weakening drug so that Eliza forgets Rayhan but Ron did not think that the drug would be bad for Eliza.
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Rayhan's phone is ringing. An incoming call was written on the screen, so Rayhan slowly took his hand off at the nape of Eliza's neck to finish her kiss on the lips and switched to kissing Eliza's forehead. "I love you so much dear" Rayhan said, looking gently at his wife. Then Rayhan received the call which turned out to be from his men, informing him of Ron's arrival.
"What's up, sister" Eliza asked Rayhan after ending her connection.
"She's come, baby" An anxious look mixed with emotions on Rayhan's face, as well as Eliza. Eliza tried to be calm, however her plan had to work.
Rayhan and Eliza turned to look at the door where Nancy was. Slowly Nancy walked over to Eliza. "Momy" said Eliza who is now in Nancy's arms. Rayhan who was sitting in a chair stood up to look at his wife who was in Nancy's arms.
"How are you, dear" asked Nancy loosening her arms to look at Eliza.
"Good Mom" Eliza answered the kind woman before her today who was considered like her own mother.
"Son, don't you miss Momy?" Nancy stroked Eliza's hair. "Ron was so fucked up after your departure, baby" Nancy continued. Eliza gave a quick glance at Rayhan who must be curious about the woman who was in front of him at this time plus the middle-aged woman called Ron's name.
"Sorry lady, who are you?" Rayhan's question made Nancy turn to the handsome man.
Nancy changed her position to face Rayhan. "I'm Nancy, Momy of Ron Fernandes. You who?" nancy asked, looking at Rayhan with a little probing and in her heart thinking whether this man was Rayhan Sharif's grandson......
"I'm Rayhan Sharif's mistress" Rayhan said politely although he disliked Ron but Rayhan still respected Ron's mother.
Nancy looked at Rayhan, but after a while the sound of the door opened........The three turned to the direction of the door where Ron was.......
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