THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 4's. Are You Okay 1
The documents in my hand look hazy, the technical talks are still going on. I'm not following him, this is not my part.
There were reports from doctors that Dad's condition worsened during lunch. He was already free from that cursed parasite, but his memory never recovered, he could only remember Mom.
And he developed Alzaimer and his body weakened significantly in the following months after he was free of infection. Doctor James has reminded me of this condition. He said the drug had a bad effect if the patient already had a medical history. A lucky Dad and Mom at his age can pass treatment.
Now the condition is, .. bad. The doctor asked me to come home soon. I'm in the middle of a negotiation, I can't go home right now.
"Sir-Master, I'll excuse myself for a moment." I walked out of the meeting room, into the back lobby I saw a garden behind this row of buildings. Maybe I can call there.
I found a quiet park, I pulled out my phone. Directly calling to the doctor who treated Dad, he was immediately rushed to the sakut house earlier as his condition worsened.
"Dok, how's it going. I'm in the middle of a meeting I can't leave in Michigan."
"Miss Eliza. Other organ functions also continue to decline. If this continues, I'm afraid we've talked about this condition before." I was silent, a dagger seemed to hit my back. I sat on the bench not moving.
"Isn't there anything we can do again?"
"Miss,..." He knew I had to hope for a miracle for that question.
"Is my brother and sister there?"
"Well they're here, you want to talk to them?"
"Yes. Please Doc." Maybe it's true it's time.
"Yes, just the first day, we have not entered the price deal. I can't leave, Uncle David asked me to come here alone to clean this up. Can you wait for me to come home..." I don't know if I can reach Dad before I finish this.
"We will wait for you, this is the situation. We all know this will happen sooner or later, ... It's okay to calm down, brother's here with Charlotte. Finish your work, then go home. If it's really bad though, you know it has to happen, you can't do anything either. No one will blame you, finish what you have to finish."
"Yes, wait for me. Please wait for me, tomorrow I'll finish this as soon as I can...."
"Yes. Brother will be waiting for you." The phone broke and my tears fell like rain in the spring. My dear dad finally can't hold on anymore. After various attempts to restore his health was unsuccessful. Now I have to go home and take her life support.
"What's wrong? You okay?" Someone was talking between my cries. I turned to see Gilbert found me in the corner of the garden.
"Mr Gillian, I'm sorry ... " I stood up from my seat wiping my eyes with the only tissue in my hand that was wet and formless.
He gave me a handkerchief.
"Take it,..."
"Sorry." Sorry for being unprofessional at this meeting. I have to stop this, otherwise this meeting will fail due to personal matters. "I'm going to the restroom first, thank you."
I left him without explanation. And continued my crying there until I could calm down.
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