Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
The brotherhood
"Hoam... During the morning everyone," said Lina who just woke up. With his eyes still sleepy he stretched his body while rubbing his eyes.
"Wine! Your mom's awake. Quickly lie down Julius" whispered Daniel who gasped at Lina's voice.
Daniel immediately helps Julius lie back down before Lina sees him. It would be terrible if Lina found out that Julius had dared to rise from his bed after waking up. Marjorie was immediately confused. What if Mrs. Flors to know?
"Ah, you're awake apparently, honey. How's sleep?" daniel asked while fixing Lina's disheveled hair.
"Lumayan. What time is it?"
"Haha... Who cares about that. Look who's been aware."
"Good morning, ma," said Julius.
"July. Thank goodness you were conscious. Mama's worried about you, "one kiss landed on Julius' forehead. "How are you doing, baby? Does it still hurt?"
"Little."
"Stay lying down and don't move much, okay. Mama's going to check your wounds, "Lina's going to unbutton Julius' shirt.
"Ep... Ma, it's better later. I'm feeling better" Julius refused immediately.
"Why did you refuse? It's only natural for you to check your wounds after you realize," Lina's eyes suddenly fell on Marjorie who had turned her face away. "Oh.... Apparently my first son could be embarrassed too in front of a girl. Usually your character is like ice cubes" whispered Lina mocking Julius.
"It's not. I'm..."
"Yes, yes, mama understands," cut Lina down without giving Julius a chance to explain. "But let me check your body condition."
Lina took out a tensimeter tucked away in a desk drawer next to Julius' bed. He used the device to measure Julius' blood pressure. Not to forget Lina also checked her son's heartbeat and while asking some questions.
"Your blood pressure is normal and your heart rate is stable, it looks like your injuries have started to improve. But still you can't just move around, okay? Rest for the next few days and do not overdo the movement. You'd better lie down all day."
"How can I eat or drink if I lie down like this?"
"That's easy," Lina turned to the girl in front of her. "Marjorie, can you help me take care of my son this one? I still have to take care of his sister. You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all, Miss. Flours. I'll help you."
"Well, here comes your personal nurse. At least it's the people you know that you want to obey. Marjorie, don't hesitate to report to me if she denies or violates what I'm saying."
"Hey, is she a private nurse or even a spy who keeps an eye on my movements?" julius protest.
"Why? Wanna refuse? If you dare to move until it causes your wounds to reopen, mama will have to dissect you again," Lina threatened as she stared intently with a grinning smile.
"Hehe... Mrs. Flors are very attacking. I'm beginning to understand why Mr. Flors immediately asked Julius to lie back down, "inner Marjorie.
"Julia" said Nisa, making everyone look at her.
Lina hurried back to Nisa. "What's Nisa?"
"I saw Julia's finger move," Nisa said without glancing at Ms. Flors however looked there was a hint of joyful light on his face.
"Julia," called Lina while gently stroking her daughter's hair.
Julia's hand moved again but her eyes were still closed. "Ka-kak," ngigau Julia in an almost inaudible voice. "Sister."
"Julia."
Julius who heard his sister calling him made him rise slowly from his bed and then go down. Ducan deftly helps Julius walk closer to his sister's bed. Marjorie helped carry Julius's infusion bag. On the left side of Julia lying down, Julius picked up the available right seat.
"July sud..."
"good. I also understand Julius's feelings. You don't need to use that expression," Lina folded her hands together while pouting slightly.
"Julie. Open your eyes. I'm right here."
This time it was Julius who called out his sister's name while gently rubbing Julia's hair. Slowly Julia opened her eyes. Everyone is happy to see that. With a very weak state Julia glanced back and forth the same eyes ended up staring at Julius' face.
"Sister," said Julia still barely audible.
"Yes, it's me. How you feeling?" ask Julius.
"Not powered."
Julia wanted to take off her breathing apparatus because she felt uncomfortable. But he is not able to do it. Lina who immediately knew immediately helped release the breathing apparatus so that Julia was more free to talk and besides it seemed like Julia's respiratory system was better than before.
"Mama," call Julia after the breathing apparatus has come off.
"I'm so glad you're sober, my song. Mama's really scared of losing you again."
"Sorry."
"It's okay. As long as Julia is back to health, mama is happy," Lina gave one kiss on Julia's forehead.
"Where's this? What's going on?" ask Julia.
Hearing that made Daniel and Lina look at each other, then turn to Julius and Ducan. The question reminded them of when Julia regained consciousness after seven days in a coma from having surgery due to an accident. The dazed look that Julia showed caused fear in their minds in case Julia experienced something similar.
"Julia, don't you really remember what happened?" ask Daniel.
"Eum..."
Julia did not answer immediately. He looked around like he was looking for someone. Their worries are becoming. What Julia did was exactly the same as back then. Is Julia going to have memory loss and have to rely on drugs again? Julia suddenly smiled as her eyes fell on Nisa. The person he was looking for was sitting next to his mother.
"Ni-sa." said Julia as she reached for Nisa's hand.
"Yes, Julia," Nisa grabbed Julia's hand and held her warmly.
"Thank you for being here. Yes, I remember. I remember everything. Gerda, I met Gerda, but she left again. I wanted to be with her however, Nisa held me back from leaving. He said he was hurt and asked me to come back."
Hearing that made everyone shocked especially Nisa. What does Julia see? Is that the shadow he saw while unconscious all this time? Does that mean a dream? But, how can a dream describe exactly what is happening in the real world?
Marjorie bowed her body and whispered in Julius' ear. "The telepathic blessing of strong twin brothers."
"It looks so."
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