Suffering
Chapter 8

Kevin looked back at his computer screen. A chipset he put in the computer. Then quickly the hand touched every number and letter on the computer keyboard. Not long after, Kevin leaned his back on the body of the soft chair.

"Must be a hit man. But, it looks like this shooting was done through the roof of the building. This direction coincides with the roof of the largest shopping mall building in the city." Kevin turned his wheeled chair around, letting his body turn along with it.

He closed the laptop, then laid his body on the bed. His eyes stared at the ceiling of the roof which revealed a beautiful bluish-white paint. Until the pair of netra began to close, more tightly, asleep.

The wind blows the leaves that still show beautiful little dew. The birds chirped on the branches of the tree, sounding melodious.

Kevin stopped walking right in the middle of the stairs. His eyes stared blankly at the servants who seemed to be deftly preparing breakfast at the dining table. Then his eyes turned to the chair that was always where the mother sat.

Kevin wiped a little water that soaked the corner of his net while walking down the stairs. "Mom's had breakfast?" ask Kevin while sitting down. Prepare two loaves of bread, give chocolate jam, also drink milk that still reflects a thin white smoke in the air.

"The lady has not come out of the room from yesterday Young Master," replied one of the maids in a polite tone, as well as her politely bowed back.

Her gracefully looking hand gave chocolate jam to the bread she stopped. He turned his gaze to the two servants who seemed to bow politely, then turned to the door of the Mother's room which was still tightly closed.

Kevin stood up after putting fresh bread without jam on the dinner table plate.

His feet stepped towards the mother's tightly closed room. Slowly, the hand knocked on the door.

"Mother, let's have breakfast. Aren't you hungry?"

Silence, there was no reply from Kirana. Kevin again knocked on the door, this time more firmly he knocked on the door.

"Mother! Is Mom okay inside?"

Silence, again. Kevin was getting angry, a few times he knocked on the door still no answer. His hand held the doorknob, moving it slowly. But no reaction the door will open.

"Damn! Can't open."

Kevin stood silently staring at the door, then turned his eyes to Carlos who seemed to be talking to one of the servants.

"Carlos!" The middle-aged man immediately turned his head as Kevin greeted him, deftly he immediately walked over to Kevin.

"What's up, Young Master?"

"Does Mom's room door have a spare key?"

"There, Young Master. Do you need it?"

"Yes, get it fast," asked Kevin, Carlos nodded then quickly passed away.

After a few seconds Carlos returned, in his right hand seemed to hold a key with a heart shape hanger.

"This is the key." Carlos reached out his right hand, giving the key to Kevin.

After giving the key, Carlos inching backwards, leaving Kevin who seemed to open the room door. As the door opened wide, Kevin stood in the doorway.

Kirana seemed to be drooping weakly on the floor. His face looks pale. Kevin stepped over to the mother, his hands gently shaking the mother's body.

"Mother, wake! What happened to Mom?"

Kirana did not reply, her eyes closed, her hands felt so cold as Kevin grabbed the back of her hand. Then the young man carried the mother, laid her body on the bed, also gave her a blanket.

"What's up, sir? What's with the big lady?"

"Don't ask too many questions! Call the doctor, tell him to come here!" Carlos nodded quickly then grabbed the phone from his black pants pocket.

While Carlos was calling the Doctor, Kevin's hand grabbed the back of the mother's hand, rubbing it to give warmth to the mother's cold hand.

"Mother please hold on. I won't let anything bad happen to you." Kevin constantly rubbed the back of his hand.

Half an hour later, the female doctor arrived. He immediately checked Kirana, while Kevin stood behind, his face riled up.

"Your mother had a panic attack, her blood was quite high. He should get enough rest, not too much thought. I'll give you a prescription for the cure, and you can buy it." the Doctor asked, Kevin nodded.

After buying the medicine, Kevin sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the back of his hand, stroking it gently.

"I don't think of you as my mother. I don't trust anybody. But I feel like you or Mr. Gravil are good people.

And I owe you both my life. I'm trying to be a smart kid, but I don't think that's enough to make you happy."

Kevin went to the hospital again when the mother seemed better, the servants were deftly and regularly take care of Kirana very well. And Kevin can entrust the safety of the mother to his servants.

When you arrive at the hospital. Kevin looked at the Doctor who seemed busy checking the state of Gravil, occasionally he checked the breathing apparatus that appears attached to the nose of Gravil.

Kevin could do nothing but stand in front of the glass door, staring at his father from behind the window.

"You're coming?" The doctor came out, smiling at Kevin.

"Yes, what about Dad? Is there any progress?" asked Kevin, the doctor nodded slowly.

"It is very unlikely that Mr. Gravil will notice his coma" said the doctor, Kevin was silent.

Kevin turned his eyes to Father. Unconsciously the eyeball seemed to vibrate, the water was still in the corner of the net, still reluctant to come out.

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Charlie seems busy on the papers piled up on the table as his phone vibrates. He then turned his eyes to the phone, grabbing the flat object.

"Who are you from?" charlie thought there was no name from who called him, just a foreign number.

But Charlie kept him up, but he was silent before the caller spoke first. His eyes narrowed, waiting for the caller to speak.

"I need your help. I think it's true that I'm gonna need your help." A familiar voice in Charlie's ears.

"Sir Kevin, do you really need my help?" Charlie smiles.

"Yes, I was waiting for you at the cafe near Dad's company. If you really intend to help me come quickly."

And the phone was cut off. Charlie put that flat object on the table. His back rests on the body of the soft chair. His head looked up, staring at the ceiling of the whitewashed roof slightly peeling while sighing softly.

"I think this is the beginning for me to get along with Kevin. I think I should be close to him. I felt a strange aura coming from him," Charlie muttered as he raised one finger, pointing at the roof ceiling.