The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
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The light above the operating room entrance is still on, as a sign that the operation has not been completed. Francesca repeatedly let out a long breath while pacing in front of the room. He only did it to kill time and reduce the anxiety in his heart. Restless, the girl waits for good news from the team of doctors who are fighting for Coco's life inside.

However, Francesca's anxious movements immediately came to a halt, as Mia came half-running towards him. Adriano followed his wife from behind.

“Yes, God, Francy,” Mia directly hugged the body of the sister tightly.

While Adriano just stood glued not far from the two women. “What happened? Is not his condition stable. She's also human?” ask Adriano not to understand.

“Come, Adriano. I don't know either. Suddenly, Ricci was acting strangely. The doctor immediately took her. They said that there was postoperative bleeding,” Francesca replied as she continued to cry as she pleased. The more the sense of regret that lingered in his heart at that time.

“Yes, God,” sighs Mia while closing her mouth, “how is this, Adriano?” tanyanya while glancing at the husband who also looks incredulous with the explanation of the sister-in-law.

“There is nothing we can do but wait ...” Not yet had the handsome man finish his sentence, suddenly the lights that lit red above the operating room seemed to be extinguished. With a face that looked very wary, the three of them waited for a while until a doctor came out of the room and stepped closer to Adriano.

“How is Ricci doing?” Francesca rushed towards the doctor.

“As you know, we had to cut off the part of Mr. Ricci's intestine that was torn off by a bullet. Apparently, without us expecting bleeding in the part we had surgery. However, now you all need not worry, because we have managed to stop the bleeding,” explained the doctor with great difficulty, because he had to speak in English.

“After this, we have to go back to observing him until he really improves,” continued the doctor again.

Mia shook her head weakly, then stared fixedly at Francesca. “I'm sure if Ricci will definitely be fine. Believe, Francy. We pray the best. Don't think about things like that,” as much as possible Mia comforted and gave strength to her half-sister. Francesca responded with a slow nod. There was nothing she could do but wait and wait.

For a few days, Coco was back in the observation room. During that time Francesca faithfully waited for her lover. Mia has returned to Italy.

That afternoon, when Francesca had just returned from lunch, she saw several doctors coming out of the observation room. One of them approached the girl to give an explanation of Coco's current condition. “Your husband is awake and in stable condition. We'll move him back to the treatment room,”.

Undoubtedly, how relieved and happy Francesca was at that time. Immediately, he reached into a small bag with a rope running across his shoulder. Francesca then picks up the phone, then calls Mia. He reported about Coco's latest condition as he continued to move on. Vigorously, the girl walked up to the nurse pushing the gurney, where Coco lay weakly on it. They returned to the room where Coco had undergone previous treatment.

Again Francesca had to show her mother's taste, as the medics moved Coco's body onto the new bed. Carefully, they positioned the handsome man's body while connecting the hoses on medical equipment and heart rate-measuring monitors. After everything was done, several nurses recorded something in their journals, then nodded at Francesca and passed from inside.

Now, in that room there was only Francesca alone with Coco. Look me in the eyes of the man towards the beautiful face of Francesca. Coco smiled at the lover who always looked amazing in her eyes.

“Ricci,” Francesca back to tears. He intended to apologize for the umpteenth time, when Coco moved and hinted at something. “Drink? Are you thirsty?” ask Francesca. Coco answered him with a weak nod.

Francesca looked so painstaking. He picked up a straw that was still wrapped in plastic, then placed it into a glass filled with water. Slowly, the girl pointed the straw near Coco's mouth. There were a few gulps, until Coco took the straw off her lips. The faint lips of the curly-haired man moved to form words that Francesca could clearly understand as thanks.

She immediately grasped Coco's fingers gently, then she placed the back of the lover's hand on her smooth cheeks while continuing to sob. “When will you recover, Ricci? I can't wait to have a wedding with you,” said Francesca Lirih.

However, something unexpected happened. Coco shook her head as if she did not approve of what Francesca had just said.

“Ti-dak,” replied Coco was so weak and sputtered. “Ja-ngan," he said again with weight and difficulty. Every now and then, he grimaced as he felt pain in the former part of his operation.

“Do not what?” francesca did not understand. However, Coco did not respond to Francesca's question. The handsome man even flashed a faint smile before his eyes closed. “Ricci?” call Francesca again. However, Coco did not respond at all.

“Ricci?” the girl did not give up. But Coco fell asleep. His subtle snoring voice forced Francesca to be patient waiting for an answer from the man.

Finally Francesca chose to sit on the sofa located under the window while propping up her chin. Long enough he waited for Coco siuman to wait for an explanation of the word ‘jangan’ which was spoken from the lips of the lover.

Before long, the door of the treatment room opened. Adriano who returned again from Italy entered with a face made as calm as possible. “How is it?” asked the man as he approached towards the bed where Coco was lying.

“She is already conscious and can talk a little with me,” Francesca replied while forcing her smile.

“Thank God,” says Adriano. His eyes then turned to Coco who seemed to be writhing slowly. “Ricci?” call him.

Francesca also immediately stood up and drew closer to the bed. “Do you want another drink, honey?” her lentic fingers rub gently on the lover's cheeks.

Coco, who was initially closed, then woke up. Her brown eyes collide with Francesca's beautiful eyes. He then shook slowly. “Ja-ngan,” he said again so slowly, but can be heard clearly by Adriano and Francesca.

“Why did you keep saying that word since then, Ricci? I do not understand,” the look on Francesca's face looked worried.

Coco gulped and took a slow breath. He seemed to be gathering energy to speak to Francesca. “Ja-ngan sacrifice your career and ma-sa front for me,” he said then with stammering.

“I don't feel like sacrificing anything, Ricci. Indeed this is what I should have done a long time ago,” Francesca denied.

While Coco shook her head slowly while grimacing. It turned out that just a little movement had made his stomach feel pain. “Francy,” hisses. Coco re-regulates breathing to utter much longer words. “A-ku do not want to marry you, ji-ka it harms in-rimu,” firmly his words even though he conveyed in a weak tone. “Le-bih good ki-ta cancel-kan sa-ja renca-na ma-sa front ki-ta,” Coco panting finished saying so.

“What?” Francesca was in disbelief.

“Francy, later only. Ricci is still not recovered properly,” prevent Adriani who had just silently observed.

“A-ku ti-dak ma-u handing out-you,” re-coco once again. It was full of struggle for him just to say that. The pain came back so that Coco grimaced and decided to no longer speak.

“How many times must I say that you have not harmed me at all, Ricci! I feel no loss at all!” refute Francesca with a fairly high tone.

“Francesca, stop. Later you can talk again about it if Ricci is really healthy,” prevent Adriano again. He who had once been in a position like Coco, knew very well what it was like.

Francesca nodded and chose to give up. He nodded, then retreated towards the sofa and sat there. The girl lowered her head while crossing her arms in front of her chest. He could not believe that it was Coco's turn to refuse to marry him.