Suffering
Chapter 17

Several police officers entered the hotel room. They're paying for Alicia's body to be evacuated. Some of the other police officers put up a no-go line to get in, then told everyone inside to get out.

A split second Alicia's corpse came out of the room, Guren came with a silent look. He didn't care about the police officers who tried to stop him from unwrapping the body. While Kevin was just standing in the corner of the room with a sad face, but his hands seemed to move strangely.

In his tear-wiping hands, a smile fluttered across Kevin's lips as Guren was devastated by the death of his only daughter.

"Who did this to her! I won't forgive him!" exclaimed Guren in the middle of his stuffing.

"Your daughter committed suicide, sir. He shot himself in the head" said one of the security guards, patting Guren on the back.

"There's no way he's doing all this! Why would my daughter want to kill herself? How can that be!"

Kevin walked slowly towards Guren, then touched Guren's back slowly. "Alicia feels devastated by what she knows about you, sir," Kevin said casually.

Guren looked back. His forehead seemed wrinkled when someone who was certainly no stranger to him stood before Guren at this moment.

"You, yesterday's man? How can you ...." Guren did not continue his words. His right hand only pointed at Kevin's face as his eyes occasionally glanced at Alicia's corpse.

"I can't cover it. It's not my fault, sir. It was Alicia who forced me to unpack Mr.'s past" Kevin said half in a whisper.

Guren was silent, his mouth tightly clenched with his two half-vibrating hands. He turned his face away from Kevin, looking back at the body wrap. He clenched his hands tightly, then hit the wall violently, to remove a thick red liquid from the back of the clenched hand.

"Om, don't blame yourself! It's not Om's fault!" exclaims Kevin while grabbing both hands of Guren. Behind his warm speech, the look in his eyes was sharp on the man before him.

Police officers then took the body bag to an ambulance to be evacuated. Guren stood up while wiping away the tears in the corner of the netra, then walked straight after Alicia's corpse.

After their death, there was now only one of the hotel security officers and Kevin was standing at the doorstep with a ban line. Another security officer was brought in to testify against the police.

"Sir, why did your boyfriend commit suicide?" ask the security officer after closing the hotel door.

"He killed himself because he couldn't accept the harsh reality" Kevin said with a flat face, then he walked away from the hotel building.

He drove the black sedan to the hospital. Arriving there, Kevin half ran to the top floor, meeting the father who was still lying unconscious.

"Doctor, how's my dad doing?" kevin asked in his breath that looked breathless when the Doctor came out of his father's room.

"You have to make a decision," said the Doctor after sighing heavily.

"decisions? What decision?"

"We'll take off Mr. Guren's breathing apparatus. He can only survive because of the breathing apparatus."

"So, you can't survive?"

"really. Just because it's the breathing apparatus that's what made your father survive" the doctor said.

"If you don't want your father to suffer longer ...." The doctor did not continue his words. He approached Kevin, then grabbed both of Kevin's backs. "You have to let go of your father."

"Then quickly you talk about this with your mother. Master Guren can't hold out much longer." Then the doctor walked away leaving Kevin who was still standing unmoved.

The two hands were clenched tightly in his stinged breath. The head with pitch-black hair was bowed languidly while leaning his back against the wall.

"How can. Why is this happening to me. If it's like this, I better not be with them." Kevin ruffled his own hair with a riled face.

Carlos sat in a long iron chair with his head constantly sleepy when Kevin came while carrying food and drinks, then placed it next to Carlos sat down. The slightly rough sound of Kevin putting a plastic bag on the long iron chair made Carlos flinch.

"Young master is back? Where have you been, sir?" carlos asked in his mouth that seemed to be constantly yawning.

"I have business. What about Mom?" kevin asked as he threw his butt in the iron long chair beside Carlos.

"There's been no progress."

Kevin breathed a heavy sigh. He lifted his face up. The ceiling of the whitewashed roof looks worn with some of the paint that has been peeled off.

"Carlos, the doctor said that Dad won't last long. How can I make a decision without you knowing?

And in the meantime, Mom is unconscious at the moment" said Kevin, along with his nose, who continued to sigh heavily.

"You can make a decision on your heart, young master," Carlos said.

"I .. can no longer listen to my heart. My heart seems to have disappeared from my body. I felt like I was living without a heart and a heart" Kevin said half-slowly.

Carlos leaned his back on the body of the iron chair. His head looked up, occasionally also a little glance at Kevin who seemed to close his eyes.

"Young master can sleep. It's late, let me take care of Mrs Kirana" Carlos said, giving Kevin a small pillow.

Kevin woke up when his phone kept ringing. Still with his eyes half closed, Kevin grabbed the phone on the long iron chair.

He quickly stood up after staring at the flat object for a while. The hand holding the phone trembled slightly, almost making the flat object fall to the floor if Carlos did not catch it.

"What's up, young master? Did something happen?" carlos asked while thrusting a cell phone at Kevin.

The young man remained silent. Cold sweat dripped his temples. "Young master, are you okay? What's up?" Carlos wiped the sweat with his handkerchief.

He ignored Carlos who kindly wanted to wipe his sweat, then half ran away leaving Carlos who seemed to frown.

"What else is this?" murmured Carlos.

Upstairs from the floor the mother was treated, the father was treated there. In his breath, Kevin ran up to the glass window that brought him to his father.

The doctor and several nurses appeared to deftly remove the infusion tube from the back of Gravil's hand, while another nurse removed the breathing apparatus perched on Gravil's nose.

"Dad ...."