THE EMPEROR'S HANDICAPPED GIRL
The Inevitable Cataclysm

Since two hours ago, Mr. Darma and his wife were sitting in the waiting room of the Hospital. Panicked and sad faces were clearly between the two. The phone call from Memey made both of them quickly leave their respective night activities and drive a motorbike to the Hospital.

Meanwhile, in another corner, Syailendra and Mira, his wife, are also waiting for news from the Doctor who checks the state of his son. The phone from Diki had made a dinner together in Syailendra's family instantly.

Police were seen waiting outside the hallway and watching the two families from afar.

"Emperor's family?!" A Doctor came out of the IGD room and approached Mr. Darma.

Syailendra stood up swiftly, "we are his family, Doc!" he approached the doctor.

The doctor looked quickly. "The emperor is dead. There are only minor injuries on the forehead and temples. We've had X-rays and MRI scans and no serious injuries."

Syailendra and Mira exhaled a sigh of relief after hearing the Doctor's explanation.

"Then my daughter how, Doc?!" Darma pulled the Doctor's arm impatiently.

"It's still unconscious, sir. We have already conducted some similar tests with the Emperor. The result is severe head injury and damage to the cornea. We'll try our best."

"Biaaaaa .." cried Bu Darma, unable to hold back the tears.

"Save my Daughter, Doc! No matter how much I will pay the origin of Sabia stay alive no matter what the conditions!" pinta Pak Darma pleaded while raising both hands.

"Surely, Sir. We will try our best. Excuse me," said the Doctor before turning around and returning to the IGD room.

The gaze of Mr. Darma turned to Syailendra family. Since arriving at the Hospital, police have explained to him that they are the family of the man who hit his daughter and Memey.

"You must take responsibility if anything happens to my daughter!" rutuk Darma as he approached Syeilendra.

"Sir!" Ms. Darma pulled on her husband's arm but the power of the man who was being overwhelmed by anger was too great for a woman like her to hold on to.

Diki who had just watched from afar came closer to his boss and injured both of them.

"I'll make sure your children rot in jail!!"

"We must be responsible, sir. Relax!" diki's promise while holding Darma back from getting close to his boss.

Syailendra breathed heavily, he removed Mira's check on her arm and approached the dead red Darma.

"Sir, we will not escape responsibility. Father's daughter is our daughter also from today, we make sure she will get the best treatment until she recovers as usual" Syailendra promised with certainty.

Darma's originally tense body began to stretch slowly after hearing Syailendra's promise. Ms. Darma pulled her husband back into the waiting chair while praying for the healing and awareness of their daughter who was struggling between life and death in the IGD space.

Memey only got blisters on his hands and feet. He survived a head injury from wearing a helmet, while Sabia who bounced at that time hit the asphalt quite hard.

The next day, the Emperor was transferred to the hospital room. Sabia, who was still unconscious, was transferred to the ICU.

Mr. Darma, who had not slept since last night, left for work the next day, while Ms. Darma was waiting for her daughter outside the ICU. His mouth read an unceasing prayer every time he opened his eyes. Her heart ached at how painful Sabia was to struggle alone inside there.

"Auntie."

Bu Darma turned his head quickly at the origin of the voice next to him. Memey stood there, clutching a paper bag tightly against his chest. Ms. Darma tried to pull the tip of her lips up with all her might, she did not want to show sadness in front of Memey.

"Come, have your wounds been treated?" bu Darma asked, reaching out to Memey and asking the girl to sit next to him.

"Already, Aunt. How's Bia doing today?" ask Mey back while sitting down.

"He's still unconscious, Mey. The doctor said last night that his cornea was scratched and damaged. It seemed like Bia would never be able to see again, hiks," Bu Darma's cry broke again without her being able to control.

Memey hugged the body of the woman he had known at more than half his age to calm him down. Ms. Darma again shed tears that she hard-earned in front of her husband. He did not want Mr. Darma to be more sad when he saw his wife continues to cry. The shadow of Sabia's last smile yesterday again flashed in memory and made Bu Darma's heart slit. Could it be that it would be her daughter's last smile?? The hard-earned daughter he grew up lovingly, which he always freed in making decisions, which he loved more than himself.

"Sabia strong, Aunt. He must have woken up and come back to us" whispered Memey trying to calm down.

But in fact, up to a week later, Sabia never realized from her coma. The Emperor had been secured at the police station upon his return from the Hospital. Mr. Darma wants the man to take responsibility for what he has done to his daughter.

"How are you doing, Kai?" asked Syailendra who came to visit her son along with Diki.

"The girl is still unconscious, we will have trouble proposing peace. Just hold on until the girl wakes up, okay?!"

"I'm innocent, Pa! Those who are negligent and make me lose control!"

"You're drunk, Kai. Want to be alibi like anything, your urine results cannot lie. You're still on the wrong side of driving under the influence of alcohol!" cecar Syailendra.

The emperor did not say, he had dipped wine and made everything so chaotic.

"Hold on, Papa will do whatever you can to get out of here. The only way is to propose peace to the girl's family so as not to sue you."

"Then if they refuse?" ask Kai cynically.

Syailendra sighed and exhaled heavily. "You have to get out any way. The company needs you."

Drttt .. drrtt ...

Diki's phone vibrated inside her suit pocket, she quickly took out the flat object and noticed the name that appeared on the screen.

"Hello?" sapa Diki is doubtful.

The Emperor and Syailendra watched the man in glasses beside them. Diki's face that had been dim suddenly sparkled. He closed the phone and looked at his two bosses with joy.

"Sir, the girl is conscious! Let's get to the hospital!" obviously Diki while preparing and tidying up some of the files that he had brought into custody to be signed by the Emperor.

"really?" ask Syailendra sparkling.

"Rubber, Sir. Mr. Kai will be out of here soon. Let's go!"

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At the Hospital, Syailendra arrived just as Mr. Darma was talking to the Doctor and the Police in front of Sabia's room.

“Well, that's the guy! His son's law is heavy, Mr. Police. Make sure his son rotts in jail until his future is ruined like my daughter's future!” furious Mr. Darma while pointing at Syailendra's face.

The policeman held Mr. Darma's arm in order not to cause a commotion, the man's emotions burst after knowing his daughter was sentenced to be blinded by a doctor. Sabia's future is ruined! It broke his heart when he first heard Doctor Alex's statement.

“Quiet first, Sir. Let's talk about this all right. Me and the Emperor will take full responsibility for the life and future of the father's daughter, please pity us.”

“Pity?! A brainless man like your son has no right to be pitied! Driving drunk, speeding and harming my daughter, then now ask for pity??”

Syailendra took a long breath. He watched over Diki who was standing in front of him to protect him.

“However, Mbak Sabia also does not wear a helmet which is an obligation for motorcyclists, sir. It also needs to be in the underline.” Diki suddenly made a sound.

“What!? You're being rude! So you guys don't want to be in charge!?”

Mr. Police came forward and stood between Syailendra and Mr. Darma. “Pak Darma, Mr. Syailendra, let's talk about this with a cool head. No need to use emotions. We will find a middle ground that does not harm any party.”

“We will be in charge, Mr. Darma. The Emperor was willing to marry Sabia to guarantee her future. We will find the best doctor for Sabia to have surgery and can see again.”

“No. Without you guys, I can still bear the cost of my daughter's operation, I will operate on her as soon as possible!”

“This corneal transplant cannot be done at any time, considering the corneal stock is limited, while the list of queues of patients who need more. We will usually precede those who have lined up at the beginning, Sir!” Doctor Alex mediates.

Mr. Darma breathed out furiously.

“Pak, we beg you. Let's finish this off well. The emperor is guilty, but your daughter is also against the rules of driving. I will guarantee your daughter's future if she marries the Emperor. I promise!”