Secret Denis
Eight

Alex POVs

The phone call from papa's assistant that afternoon shocked me. I was meeting two of my friends at a cafe at the time. I got up from my seat immediately.

"What's wrong?" ask Marvel to see me panic. He is my best friend who is also my business partner.

"My father went to the hospital. I have to get there. Sorry." without waiting for an answer from them, I left the place in a hurry.

Riding my car with a troubled mind. It feels like a snail car, not moving at all. The traffic jams everywhere make me a little frustrated. I just wanted to leave this car on the street and run to the hospital. But thankfully my mind still works well. I took a slow breath and exhaled it through my mouth. Trying to calm myself.

I took my phone and started looking for my sister's contacts. I put my wireless phone in my earpiece and started waiting for the call to be connected. Just the recoil I heard. Twice I dialed and still haven't been lifted.

The car in front of me moved a little. I'm moving my car forward. Stuck again. Shit!!

I tried calling my mom's number. I almost picked it up but then there was a voice across there. Mercifully.

"Hallo's? Brother Alex?" that's my sister Reno's voice.

"I called you from earlier not lifted." I immediately spouted my frustration. The worry about Papa's condition makes me a little emotional.

"I'm done with papa first. He is being treated by a doctor now. Sorry, my phone doesn't know where." My brother's voice seemed calm. Looks like papa's been handled well.

The car moves back. Now it is rather smooth, although the road is still in tandem and can not overtake. I have to be extra patient with the streets of the capital.

"Where is he?" my many. My hand turned the steering wheel of the car pointing it towards the hospital where my papa was now.

"It's stable now. You come here quickly, look for yourself."

"I'm on the road again. Just a little later." I disconnected the phone after finding out which room you were in. My focus was returning to the increasingly jammed streets just ahead of the crossing to the road to the hospital. I breathed a little when the car started to enter the parking area.

After parking the car, I took wide steps towards the third floor where papa received treatment. Out of the elevator, at the end of the corridor Reno seemed to be talking to Om Bhishma. He was the assistant papa who told me about papa the first time. As for Reno, she is my younger brother who is two years younger than me. I'm 27 years old and now I work in my papa company as a finance director.

"Where's papa?" I asked so near them. Reno turned her face to the door of the room that was closed hinting that papa was in the room. I almost reached the door handle when Reno's voice prevented me from entering.

"Wait until you get out" he said. I comply. With patience almost gone, I stood in front of the door. Om Bhishma told me to sit down but I didn't mind. How can I sit quietly if I have not seen the state of papa with my own eyes.

In recent years, papa has often been sickly. Several times he also entered the hospital. But he can still survive. I was always afraid that until papa was not strong against his illness. Although it looks like papa is quite strong but eventually papa fell too. Counting on since one month ago, papa really could not do anything. His once tall stout body had now changed into a thin and weak figure. He is subject to his illness.

During papa's illness, all affairs are handled by the mother assisted by om Bhishma. Even since a few years ago, before papa was seriously ill, mama has jumped directly in the company. He has learned the ins and outs of the company directly to papa. I am happy to teach you how to do business. It seems that my mother really liked her role as a career woman.

Actually papa really wants me to replace his duties in the company. But I see that my mother is still able to handle everything. He said the baton of leadership would be given at the right time.

After a long wait, my mother finally came out of the room. A beautiful and beautiful woman is still very energetic. There was a lasciviousness on his face though not excessive. Maybe because you are used to facing papa's condition which often makes everyone panic, so you are immune.

"Alex, come in." He told me when he saw me there. I nodded and stepped into the room.

Inside so quiet. I approached the lying papa with his eyes closed. The oxygen hose is still on his face. Reach his old hand. Grip it gently. Afraid to hurt him.

His eyes opened slowly. Staring at me with faint eyes. His eyelids were heavy to keep. I smiled to give her peace. I gently stroked her gray hair. His mouth moved, it was hard to make a sound.

"Papa rest." My heart is so tight. If women maybe I've been crying. I have repeatedly witnessed this situation. Witnessing the suffering of those who have fought for me since I was in the womb until I could be what I am today.

I keep asking inside myself. How many times have I seen his suffering? How long will my father last? I can't bear to see papa in this state. But I don't want to lose the most valuable person in my life.

I see that Papa really wants to interact with me. But what power. He can't do anything. I can't do much either. Just touch her to show my attention and love.

His dim eyes kept on me. I repay. Look at him and smile at him. A clear water slid from the corner of his eye. I rubbed it lovingly. My own eyes are heating up. Can I cry? I don't think I can stand it.

"Doctor said.." Mama breathed a heavy sigh. I waited for him to finish his sentence.

"...Papa is fine." I don't think that's what Mama wanted to say. Possibly otherwise? I'm not saying. Let me ask my mom if I'm outside. I don't want you to hear us talk about his health.

Papa's fingers were clutching my fingers. Not too strong but I can feel it. Eyes closed. I let my hand stay in his grasp until after a long time it felt slack. Maybe papa's asleep. His chest was descending regularly.

Mama fixed her blanket carefully. Not wanting his movements to make papa disturbed. I breathe a sigh of relief. I slowly pulled my hand from my hand. Mama gave me a signal to follow her out of the room. Om Bisma and Reno were there sitting in a chair in front of the inpatient room.

Mama put herself next to Reno. I then sat next to him.

"This is the umpteenth time papa dropped. The doctor said, if you ever get it again, we don't know what's going to happen." Mom's voice sounded so heavy. I looked down at the floor. Secretly not knowing what to say. So does Reno.

I once proposed to take papa abroad for treatment. But my mother disagreed. He reasoned that he could not be far from me and Reno. He will have trouble monitoring the company. Although there is bisma who is a confidant of papa, but there are some things that do require a mother as the wife of the president director.

I looked at mama. There was a deep sadness on his face. I feel sorry to see him like that too. It must be very hard for my mother to face this situation. I could feel the sadness he felt. He must be feeling very tired too. Neither his soul nor body.

"Mama just go home. Rest at home. Let me and Reno take care of papa here." I touched my mom's hand. The hand that is always there for papa when papa needs it. The hand that always touches my head with affection.

"It's okay. Mama wants to wait for papa here." mama rubbed the corner of her eye. His nose looks red. I grabbed his shoulder. Trying to channel the warmth of a child to his mother. I hope he is always strong and strong in the face of everything that happens.

"Son Alex is coming home. I'll accompany you here." Reno. I looked at Mama and Reno in turn. They convinced me. I finally agreed to go home. I first went into the room to see Papa before I came home. He's still sleeping. I whispered a saying of goodbye to him before I left him there.

Om Bisma drove me to the elevator.

"Tomple the board meeting to discuss your papa's condition" said om Bisma. "You must come."

"Good." I left Bisma who was still standing in front of the elevator door.

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It's already night. I didn't even notice. My stomach was new I think it turned out to have given a sign to be filled immediately. I didn't feel it because I was focused on papa. I'll just eat at home. Mbok Officially has prepared dinner.

The streets of the capital are always jammed. I have to go through with patience. After entering the road that leads to the housing complex I live in, then the road began to be empty. This road is not a public road that can be carelessly passed by people. Only the residents of this housing will go through this road.

The tall palm tree so majestically stood on the right side of the road. Making the impression of luxury has been felt even from the road that passed long before arriving at the housing complex. Plenty of flowers dotted all the way.

Suddenly two large motorcycles with two people on top of it overtake my vehicle. I who was driving while daydreaming a little was very surprised. Kurem suddenly my car because the two motorcycles have crossed in front of the car so that it blocks my way. This place is so quiet. Nothing came by but my car. It's still a long way to the nearest house.

The two guys who were riding on the motorbike came down and approached my car. Knocking on the car's glass told me to get down. Sangar's face with a sharp look behind his face mask. I strengthen my heart for all the possibilities that will happen. It seems obvious that they are not well-intentioned. I glanced at the rearview mirror. There's a car behind my car. Maybe it's still their friend. I don't know how many people were in that car.

I had no choice but to open the door and get out of the car. My position has been locked up by those people at a close distance.

"What's this?" I asked so to set my feet on the asphalt of the road.

Bugh! A blow to my stomach answered my question. I staggered. My back hit the door of the car that had not closed completely. My body slightly bent over withstanding the pain of my stomach from the impromptu attack earlier. Not yet I prepared to face them, the next attack already that person lay towards my face. The tip of my lips feels sore.

I was trying to find a gap in order to anticipate their next attack. But it seems they didn't let me get a chance to fight back. Two of his other friends even attacked me. It seems they are in a hurry. They want to finish their business immediately.

Damn, no one passed by this place. I'm getting desperate. The pain all over my body no longer knows what it's like. They keep attacking me.

A hand with a handkerchief suddenly smothered my face from behind. I tried to rebel but my efforts were in vain. I lost my energy and then it all went dark.

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