The Conqueror of Love the Heir
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POV Nayla

The night was getting late, heavy rain poured into the city where I lived. The clear water continued to slide freely down both cheeks, my mind was not calm. After a few minutes ago got word, that Dad's condition, drop back.

Panicked when I heard my mother's voice calling me hysterically, telling me to come to the hospital immediately, where Dad was undergoing treatment.

I don't care about myself or my husband. Right now all I care about is Dad. Your safety is more important, in my mind. The other problem I solved first.

A handsome man in front of me. Rounding his eyeballs perfectly, when he realized the critical condition of Hadi's father. Instead of being mad at me or sulking, it did not appear on her smooth face. He decided to take me to the hospital immediately. Although he had to take pains to quell the turmoil of desire that had occupied at the top of the head of the Jalu. He takes my business first. Hadi's life is more important. Because we never know when death will pick up.

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The xxxx hospital

Mahen and I continued to move in a tremendous sense of panic towards the ICU. Without having to go to the information room, I have memorized exactly where Hadi's father is currently in care.

Mahen's hand continued to hold my right hand from the car down to the information table.

Tonight still looks frenzied, a variety of patients who come and go. Apparently the ER of this hospital is still crowded. There were several nurses and doctors who stepped foot nimbly to welcome the arrival of patients who were in desperate need of help. There's a patient of an accident victim. Childbirth patients, attempted suicide patients and various patients who must be helped immediately.

When the two of us passed the information table, there were some officers sitting behind the information table shocked by our arrival. Negative rumors and whispers began to scatter just like that without having to be commanded.

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By the time Mahen and I had arrived in front of the closed room. It was a fragile figure that supported his head with both hands. Sit alone on a chair in front of the ICU.

Despite the chaotic and worried feelings that were enveloping me. I tried to be strong and strong in front of the raucous woman who had raised me with a pampering affection.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother," I greeted Mom, landing my body right next to her.

"Wa'alaikumussalam Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh," Mother returned my greetings.

Then he went back, not saying much. While Mas Mahen stood on my right side by rubbing his back, to provide calm and strength. Even in his heart he felt anxiety.

"Prophey, Mom. Father must be strong in there," I softened as I clasped Mom's hands in her lap. To provide positive energy so that Mother remains strong and strong.

Suddenly a voice came out from my lips. "What about Mom, if you go first? I certainly wouldn't be able to live my own life without Dad" I sobbed as much as I could.

Mom's words just slapped me in the face. So love and loyalty Mom to Dad, until the sense of loss that has not happened has been seeped in his heart. The marriage that Dad and Mom have been living all this time is always going well. Although sometimes there are a little waves and pebbles that block. They both can always cope in their own way. Trust and loyalty, always communicate every day.

The silent atmosphere suddenly turned hot and panic reoccurred.

The sound of the footsteps of the shoes were unpretentious from the people in white uniforms, moving quickly closer to the ICU room. Some came out of the room and walked in a hurry with panicked expressions.

Nayla raised her head.

Looking at the expressions on the faces of the nurses who were passing by in his presence. Makes me wonder at his heart. A high sense of curiosity occupied his heart space, at this moment.

Nayla shook her head in response to the question of the woman sitting next to her, with immeasurable panic.

Seeing such a precarious situation. Mahen immediately stood up from his sitting position. He walked over to the young man who had just come out of the ICU.

While in the ICU room there is still panic and tension in the faces of people who surround patients lying in the hospital bed with their eyes closed tightly.

A handsome doctor wearing a white coat, a heart specialist, was stunned for a moment. His hands moved quickly and his lips gave orders to the nurses and also the guard doctor who was in the whitewashed room.

"Hurry up!" his orders.

The handsome doctor's companion male nurse, quickly and attitude prepare the tools of intubation measures.

His hands trembled inserting hoses looking for gaps. When one of the other guard doctors perform a chest compression resuscitation is done repeatedly if in accordance with the procedure listed.

While the handsome doctor is more competent, giving instructions various drugs to pump the heart injected to maintain the patient's life to be included quickly.

Time keeps turning fast. The utmost care and prayer was said in the heart of a handsome doctor who stood beside the gurney.

The other nurse, staring at the EKG. If a normal heart ranges from 0.12 to 0.20 seconds. But as seen in the ECG, the patient is currently not normal.

"EKG, how much?" ask the handsome doctor.

"Flat, Doc," replied quickly to the other doctor.

Resuscitation has been carried out to rise to the top of the patient's gurney. But his pulse did not return.

"How's the midriasis?" ask her back by standing up straight.

"Maximum, Doc," said one of the nurses with a series of reports on patient development.

Suddenly the mood returned. There was no movement from everyone in the room.

The handsome doctor rubbed his face rough. "Innalillahi wa innalillahi rojiun" he said suddenly. With his footsteps slowing backwards from the side of the patient's gurney

Leaving a crowd of people in white uniforms surrounding the patient

Chequek.

The door of the room, finally opened with a man in uniform who came out of the room thrilling the hearts of the people waiting for him in the front waiting chair of the room.

Mahen conversed with the handsome doctor, asking the situation of his father-in-law who was struggling to live in a white room.

A second later, the loud voice of the young girl who hit the doctor's arm violently. "Basic killer!" he clenched the ears of those who heard him. "Give my father back! The murderer!" shouted again.

Nayla's mother fell silent. Only clear circles that glide freely decorate the face of his shabby.

The handsome doctor who stood staring at the young girl who kept beating him blindly stirred up the silent atmosphere of the night in the hospital. A hysterical screaming voice mixed with crystal grains flowing down his cheeks.

"Patience, dear," Mahen tightly hugged the body of his little wife who attacked the Doctor who stood between them.

"Killer! He's my father's killer!"

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