My Little Gwen's
Personal conversation

The sun greeted the approaching morning. Its dazzling rays slowly entered through the cracks of the hospital's nursing room windows that were not tightly closed by the curtains. Zafier awoke from the warmth of the sunlight that hit his body.

The morning came so fast for Zafier, because last night he really couldn't sleep.

Actually last night Zafier had felt very tired and wanted to sleep, but his eyes could not be invited to cooperate at all, because his brain was still struggling around an unexpected meeting with Sheza. In a situation that neither of them had ever thought of. As a result, Zafier really felt tired staying up all night.

Zafier thinks that taking a bath can make his body fresh. So Zafier decided to clean up. Slowly he went to the bathroom. A few moments later he came out of the bathroom, fully dressed. Zafier felt his body a little fresher.

Slowly Zafier sat on the edge of his bed, as if he was still thinking about something. A few moments later he walked to the chair that was right next to the bed of the daddy. He just threw his body in there. He stared into the face of the daddy.No meaningful change there was still the same as before. Zaki was still lying with a pale face on the bed. Various equipment still appeared to be attached to his body. Zafier breathed heavily. Looked sadly at the daddy. He did not know how to ease the burden of the father's suffering.

If only the doctor's team allowed it, it felt like he wanted to bring the daddy to fly to the Netherlands and provide the best care there.

"Good morning daddy. How is daddy today?", asked Zafier began his morning greeting to the daddy. Although he knew that the greeting would not get any answer from the daddy.

Daddy, I'm sorry I couldn't accompany daddy all day here. I had to leave daddy again today. I have some work schedules to complete. If it's for the perpetrator behind the daddy shooting I can hand it over to Juan. We already know who is behind Dad. It felt too light a punishment for the mastermind if he was directly arrested. I want something special for him dad. Something he will never forget, that will destroy him in its destruction. I have my own plan to eliminate the dady shooter.

Zafier spoke to the daddy with emotion. It was more like having a dialogue of his own. He let out a breath, his cold expression turning dark. His hand clenched. His lips were tightly clenched with the sound of teeth fusing strongly.

One more daddy, I can't possibly let a company that's been daddy building from zero just crumble. I have a moral responsibility to continue it dad. Zafier looked back at the sad face of the daddy.

I had several business meetings with the directors at the branch company, including in this city. I also had to take care of some investment-related meetings to some companies that in my observation chose good prospects. I hope daddy is happy, I have fulfilled daddy's desire to continue this company, even though I realize it's too late dad. Zafier's voice became heavy, pressed with a feeling of guilt.

Daddy knows, sometimes there's regret in my heart, if only I knew that everything would happen. Ever since daddy asked me to go home and and and continue the business. I will accept it with pleasure as long as this similar incident does not happen I am willing to redeem all my freedom and all the efforts I have built abroad if only I knew all this would happen.

I'm sorry dad. I feel like a bad boy. I don't know how many times I've said this dad, please hold on dad. I'll do whatever daddy wants, as long as daddy recovers as he does.

Zafier looked softly at the face of the father who was lying with his eyes tightly closed. He again let out a heavy sigh, as if it would be able to slightly lighten the burden that had accumulated in his brain.

Zafier's attention was then diverted towards the phone he was holding. Suddenly there was a feeling of missing someone. Then he opened the cell phone gallery, his hands moving agilely to scroll through the photos one by one until he found a photo of someone he was looking for. he touched the surface of his phone feelingly. The phone shows a picture of a young girl growing up. Zafier smiled, he looked at the photo with a soft look in his eyes.

When Zafier's mind came back to his mind about his memory last night. Suddenly his phone rang. Carlos' name is on there. Zafier did not answer the phone, but immediately stood up from his chair. He walked out, and intended to go straight to meet Carlos, because he did not want his conversation to disturb the peace of the daddy.

as soon as he arrived outside the room, Kang Didi Javier saw Charles in the middle of the guards who were guarding there saw the presence of Zafier outside the room, Charles rushed to walk towards Zafier

"Sorry young master, I disturb master", Carlos said with a slight bowing of the body. Zafier did not make a sound, he just nodded.

"Sorry young master, Karen gave the information that Miss Sheza wants to leave the mansion of Mr. Zaki. Zafier seemed to think, his forehead wrinkled.

"Hmm...why does he want to leave the daddy mansion? ", ask Zafier.

"Sorry sir. Karen gave no further reason" Carlos replied.

"Carlos, there are some things I want to ask you personally" Zafier said.

Hearing Zafier's words, Carlos immediately understood the situation.

"Let's young master, we can head to the VIP room over there. It just so happened that the room was indeed reserved for the young master so that the master could rest better there", Carlos asked.

Zafier was silent he remembered when he first arrived at this hospital. Ganial once offered him a break in one of the hospital's VIP rooms. But at that time he did refuse raw, because he just wanted to be near the daddy. He never knew where the room was.

Zafier then walked towards the direction designated by Carlos. As soon as they reached the front of the VIP room, Carlos rushed to open the door of the room and closed it again after they entered. They entered a large room. The room is more like an apartment, has one open room with several sofas and other furniture, and one place is given a partition in the form of walls and glass doors like a room. The room was dominated by white paint.

"Let's sit down young master" said Carlos guiding Zafier to one of the sofas. He remained in front of Zafier.

Zafier turned his head to look at Carlos. "Why don't you sit down Carlos?", asked Zafier oddly.

Carlos just smiled while scratching his back head that did not itch.