Not Just an Obsession
Chapter 64: Mama Bratt's Suspicion

"Bratt thinks it's too late for Ma." Bratt said pessimistically.

"It's never too late to fight for Bratt's love. My mom will help you if you need my help. Origin, what you feel for the woman is love is not just your obsession. Therefore, make sure to your heart once again what you really feel for that woman." Reply Mama Brat.

Bratt was silent again, but his brain again twisted the memory of his relationship with Alea. Although already aware of the strange vibrations in her is love, but hearing her Mama's advice she wanted to make sure once again that what she felt was indeed love for Alea.

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Her night.

At 20:00

Bratt was out of the hospital this afternoon. Actually the doctor still did not allow Bratt to get out of the hospital, but because Bratt forced him to leave the hospital, inevitably the doctor also allowed Bratt to leave the hospital.

After finishing dinner alone with his Mama, Bratt returned to his room while his Mama also entered the guest room. Mama Bratt decided to stay a few days with Bratt until Bratt's condition was completely restored, especially Bratt's mental condition which Mama said was not okay because Alea left.

Arriving in the room, Bratt picks up his cell phone and contacts Dan, asking for Alea's search progress.

Heather. tuut.

"Hello Bratt." Answer And.

"Where are you? Why didn't you come in this afternoon when I got out of the hospital?" Ask Bratt.

"Aren't you telling me to go find Alea! If I go to the hospital, it means I'm not doing my job well!" Answer And reason. But what really happened, Dan did not go to the hospital because he had to deliver the food that Alea coveted to Bandung.

It is troublesome indeed, not Dan who planted shares, but Dan who had to commute Jakarta-Bandung.

"Then how did it go, have you found Alea where?"

"Not yet."

"Have you checked the terminal, the airport, the port?"

"It's been but there's no Alea's name on the passenger list." Answer And.

"I suspect Alea is wearing a fake identity." Say Dan.

"I don't want to know, anyway you should find Alea soon!" Reply Bratt.

"Don't just know to tell! You should also look for! Alea left because of you!" Reply Dan.

"Haish!! The longer you're fussy, just like Hesron!" Bratt replies and ends his phone call with Dan and throws his phone roughly into bed.

"Aaargh..why is this again!!" Bratt growled after he finished removing his entrails.

He also came out of the bathroom with a limp body and walked to the nightstand to take the drinking water he had brought into the room.

Tok..

"Bratt, Mama's in yeah." Shouted Mama Bratt from the front door of her room.

"Yes Ma." Reply Bratt

Chequek. Mama Bratt went into the room and brought chamomile tea for Bratt.

"Here, Mama brought you some chamomile tea. This tea is good for relieving your stomach acid." Mama Bratt said, giving Bratt the tea.

"Quick drinking, still warm." Mama Bratt said again.

Bratt took the tea from his Mama's hand and drank it little by little until it ran out and gave the empty glass to his Mama.

After giving her the empty glass, Bratt immediately laid her body roughly on the bed.

"It's not good to go straight to bed Bratt, sit down for a minute!" Tegur Mama Bratt's.

"So soon Ma, Bratt's body is so limp." Answer Bratt.

"Eat him if still limp, why force home! Or do you want us to go back to the hospital?" Ask Mama Bratt.

"No! Bratt won't go back to the hospital!" Reject Bratt firmly.

"Yes, Mama went back to the room first then." Mama Bratt twisted her body and wanted to get out of Bratt's room.

But only Mama Bratt took a few steps, suddenly Bratt got up from the bed and ran towards the bathroom. He regurgitated his stomach in the sink.

Seeing that, Mama Bratt followed Bratt to the bathroom and helped massage Bratt's nape. Because Bratt had already spewed out his entrails, so this time it was only the white liquid that Bratt spewed out.

"Weird, why chamomile tea doesn't work for Bratt. Though I always consume this tea when my stomach acid rises." Mama Bratt muttered while massaging Bratt's nape.

"What don't-don't...."

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Seriate...