Love Choices Mas Duda
The Birthday Tragedy

"Mom, we pray that Jelita does not happen something bad," Afrinda persuaded to embrace the body of Lady Syeni who slumped into lanrai while mengagis sobbing. The two of them rushed to the hospital after Gharda called to inform him of the bad news.

"My boy, what really happened!" Even his voice had started to hoarse, his face paled.

Afrinda was increasingly anxious that the signs of Mrs Syeni had become unstable again, staring intensely at Gharda who was still standing by the door leaf of Jelita's operating room.

"I'm sorry Gharda, Mah." As a result, Gharda knelt before her mother. "It's all my fault for not being able to look after Jelita" Gharda said sobbing guiltily.

Unfortunately the ear did not understand his son's apology, re-imagining how Gharda's treatment of his grandson made his emotions overflow and with energy left his hand raised to the first slap he made in his life to his son.

"You are the worst father in the world, Gharda! If you can't take care of Jelita, why don't you forbid mama to take her? Now your son almost lost his life to your infamy, Gharda. Answer Mamah's question, why was Jelita hit?" Mrs Syeni pushed Gharda away.

His lips were mute to tell the true events, standing longlai sobbing facing the door against his mother. His hands clenched contemplating his innocence.

Lady Syeni was still crying in Afrinda's arms, looking disappointed at Gharda feeling guilty to Araz failing to take care of Jelita's minutes.

Almost two hours all of them still flinch operation unfinished, Gharda sitting just any messy appearance.

Afrinda went to the bathroom washing her tears, opened her cell phone to reply to Allen's short message using Egwin's number. Once it is enough, mix briefly buy three drinks. Helping Madame Syeni take a sip, while Gharda still remained silent.

Not how long the operating lights go out sign the operation is finished, all stand waiting for the arrival of the doctor from inside.

"Jelita had a mild concussion and lost a lot of blood."

Lady Syeni could not donate her blood age was no longer possible, staring alternately at Gharda and Afrinda. The two of them followed one of the officers towards the blood examination room.

"Dok, take as much blood as you can. I'm his real father!" gharda pleaded.

In the end his mouth uttered a confession but at an inopportune moment.

But unfortunately Gharda can not donate blood even though the match is accurate, high tension due to anxiety that makes it disturbed. Gharda snapped at the officer feeling this was wrong. It should be as small as Jelita still needs a direct genetic blood donor, but again he failed.

"Sir Gharda calm down first, there's still me who hasn't been checked!" Afrinda was emotionally involved in this man's behavior.

"You-you?" Gharda was stunned at how Afrinda cared about Jelita.

"Try you to contact another friend to help, who knows my blood does not match, either" suggested Afrinda slowly reflex rubbing Gharda's back.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a reflex," Afrinda flirted with her own actions.

"It's okay. Check your blood, hope you match," he replied with a faint smile. Some were warm with the touch of the girl who instantly dampened the turmoil of his emotions.

Calling Tiffany, he said he was coming.

This is where Afrinda is now, side by side with Jelita's gurney. Her tears shed the little girl wrapped in bandages and various hoses pierced the surface of her skin. Approaching Jelita kissed the pale face many times carefully, the clang of the heartbeat made his heart feel like it was pierced by a thousand knives.

"Happy birthday, sweet Jelly Miss Frind. Take Miss's blood, but Jelly has to promise to get up and get well. Whatever Jelly asks of Miss, Miss will try to grant it, as long as Jely gets well quickly," she whispered in Jelita's ear.

After that lie down to let the syringe draw his blood flowing through the hose and cloaked on Jelita's wrist, no matter her body getting more and more powerless what else it feels like to be cramped once.

Before her body was pushed outside, her face tilted looking deeply at Jelita's sleeping body.

Outside the operating room, Tiffany did not continue her steps. His eyes rounded to see a man he knew very well was talking to Gharda.

There's no way he showed up there, it could've all been uncovered. Ripping the phone reported that he did not come because there was a more urgent business, did not ask for a reply he rushed away.

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