Sevi Is Mine (Hate But Love)
Sevi Accident

As the Voice of Azan roared, the footsteps of a servant, so loud was heard calling out the endless long ringing from the living room.

" What is this guy, don't know what it looks like! this family habit in the morning." The service grumbled.

" Assalamualaikum, With the residence of the Firmasha family there is something I can help you with." said the servant so kindly, forgetting his annoyance a few seconds ago.

" Wassalamu'alaikum, What Miss Devina There is." Ask the caller.

"There's master! who I'm talking to." Ask the waiter again.

" You don't need to know who I am, just tell Devina, her daughter Almira Aksevina Firmasha, was in an accident and is in the hospital, the hospital address I've sent to his cell phone."

Tutt..

The call ended unilaterally, leaving the Servant still confused on the spot with the news she had just received.

" Bi why are you standing here? who called." Ask Umeng/Dede.

" Don't know Mom."

" Yes already! maybe it's a prankster." Dede Sahut.

" Yes but Mama.." Dede raised her eyebrows next to her, when she saw the maid was a little nervous with a look of confusion.

" What would aunt say, right? just tell me not to be afraid." Dede said, as if understanding the service concerns.

" That's Mom! the guy who called, he he he's.." The servant paused his words, in order to breathe as much air as possible to neutralize the current feeling.

" What's the matter Bi." Dede was getting impatient with the attitude of his servant, who he thought was too long-winded.

" Said non Sevi accident and now it's down to the hospital his hospital address has been sent to Bu Devi's cell phone." Said the servant In one breath, He occasionally twisted his fingers.

"That's impossible Bi, after all Kak Devi also just finished chatting with Sevi." Obviously Dede would not believe it, the article was only an hour ago Devi spoke with his nephew.

" But Mom.."

" Not to think about it, at least it's just a prankster."

" But he called the full name non Sevi Bu." Dede did not respond to the servant's remarks, Because many do not know the full name of Sevi, at school even his nephew was registered with the name Almira A. F and his two brothers.

The reason they do that, is because they don't want to be approached is just because of the back of their family.

" What did that guy say?" Ask Dede. The ministry also told what he heard to Dede, Not wanting to misstep, Dede immediately returned to his sister's room, as well as his best friend.

Tok.. Mak's...

Tok... Maks.

Chequek..

" What the hell is De? it's still dawn and yelling." Sengut Devi's.

" I'm sorry Mak! Which Mak's phone?" Dede asked slightly breathlessly. Devi raised one of her eyebrows, puzzled. " Where's the phone." Urge Dede, make Devi confused.

" Mak's phone is on the nightstand, come to..."

" Excuse me." Not finished Devi asked, Dede had slipped into Devi's room, after saying excuse me to the owner.

Devi follows Dede's steps, "What the hell is De?" Ask Devi.

" Now." Dede replied while pointing at the incoming message on Devi's phone. Devi's body trembled After reading the message, She was shocked between believing it or not but her instincts as a mother, as if to justify it.

Without much thought Devi grabbed the car keys, she immediately ran out of the house to the parked car followed by Dede! the two had not told anyone including Aksel who was thinking in the bathroom.

The two pairs of legs continued to run, down the hallway they passed, the smell of medicine smelled so clear, but they paid no heed, Devi occasionally asked the nurse who passed by along the corridor of the white building.

Devi opened one of the doors that the nurse pointed at. His body immediately limp, his world seemed to stop at that moment, when he found his daughter lying on the bed with a ventilator as a support for his breath and the Ekg monitor machine continued to show the graph up and down.

During this time he never saw Mira in this condition, even though he was busy but Devi always ensured the condition of the children especially for Sevi, as much as possible Devi was always there for her little daughter.

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Seriate.