Married Three Breeding Widow
72. Not Waking Up
"Find it." Adji's cold murmur made the people in front of him stiffen. "I don't want to know, look for it."
Yesterday Adji was still using a little, a little patience even though he was actually going berserk. Adji is patient, looking for a peaceful and calm solution for his wife.
Emotions on something do not solve the problem either. Moreover, Juwita does not like excessive.
But not anymore. His wife was hit with a hard brick until Juwita was seriously injured.
If Adji is patient here, it is not a wise decision but a folly.
"Not to use the police. Find money. His family, his friends, everyone, find everything. Bring it in front of me all."
"Pak—"
"I'm not asking for an opinion."
They immediately understood that Adji would not want to hear anyone now.
When Adji resisted his killing intent there, Abhimanyu and Banyu were glued to the front of the ICU room.
They're trying. They were really trying to get in touch here and there to know who. But no results, for the second time they saw Juwita should be treated by a doctor?
This time it was even worse. He was beaten in front of everyone's eyes. It was blatant as if it was insulting how stupid they were to protect Juwita.
"She will be okay."
Oma rubbed their backs, pitying seeing the two even to the point of standing in front of the door, impatiently wanting to be sure.
"God can't torture people. Juwita won't do anything. Oma sure."
Abhimanyu turned his head with reddened eyes, but when he saw Banyu, it turned out that the boy was already crying without a sound.
Regardless of what their attitude towards Juwita is, the house has been completely deserted since Mama left and Juwita filled it.
Papa becomes cheerful, Cetta is also free from the crazy nanny, and Juwita is patient even though they both act brash.
If Juwita until the why, Abhimanyu think his family will not be strong. They are still too fragile after being left by Mama and the fragility can only be covered by Juwita.
It took a thousand years for Abhimanyu to wait until they were welcome to see Juwita. Without further ado Abhimanyu entered, approaching Juwita's bed lying unconscious.
Abhimanyu can take care of him. Why would he let her get hurt?
His base is useless.
Abhimanyu. Down, giving a long peck to Juwita's cheek.
I swear by anything, Abhimanyu will not let him sleep here again, for the third time.
"Sorry" whispered Abhimanyu. "The chips heal."
Adji approaches Juwita's bed after she finishes talking to the doctor. Stabbed the heads of his two sons who were unexpectedly even like very afraid.
It's a good thing they love Juwita.
During the night they waited for Juwita to realize, Abhimanyu and Banyu never left Juwita just like that.
They were like when Melisa was being treated. Sad, afraid, but trying hard to force themselves there so as not to lose.
Adji leaves Juwita with them, having to take care of the search for the perpetrator. Especially when Abhimanyu story about the terror Juwita and photos sent the perpetrator clearly shows it was an act of premeditated murder.
Sandy and Adit also come to testify, trying hard to give useful clues.
Everyone tried to help, but Juwita did not get up.
"Don't scare me." The fourth night Adji saw Juwita still unconscious, it felt like the world was collapsing.
Melisa had just left before her eyes.
"You want me to eat." Adji muttered holding Juwita's hand, asking her to talk hoping that she would hear and be aware. "Wake, Honey. The kids are waiting for you."
Doctors say Juwita's unconsciousness is now also affected by severe trauma.
He was afraid after experiencing it twice until he subconsciously no longer wanted to wake up.
Adji is also afraid to open his eyes whenever he wakes up in sleep. Because he hoped when he woke up, Juwita was also awake, but in fact not.
Not only Adji, Abhimanyu and Banyu are equally afraid.
They continued to hold Juwita's hand, occasionally speaking telling her to get up for fear that the day would continue to grow but the signs of her consciousness were completely absent.
Juwita doesn't want to wake up.
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