The Heart of Old Menjakaka
77. Imagery helping?
sorry new up, escaped a long time from the morning 🤧
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"You want to, Jo? Drink up" Angga said.
"No, sir." Bejo. "Where are we going?"
"Wear the name, take Dedek Gemes home." Angga looked at Citra. "Where do you live, honey? Let Opa take you home. Uh, do you want to go for a walk with Opa?"
The image immediately fell silent. After all his decisions have been made, he's definitely not going to stay with Steven anymore. After all, during marriage he also only slept together once during the first night. After that, they each slept.
"I'm going to my father's office first, Opa. I need to be with Dad's assistant."
"Oh, okay, okay." Angga nodded, then he mentioned the address Citra mentioned. "Oh yeah, you're okay, right? Opa look at your pretty eyes, honey. Are you sad? Is it a breakup?" the tananya gently while staring in the face of Citra.
"No, I'm fine." Imagery shook. I don't think he wants to talk about it anymore, because he's crying again. Her eyes were sore from the morning because she was crying.
"Thank you if it's okay. Uh, stop for a second, Jo!" Angga shouted as his car drove in front of the mini market and soon Bejo stopped his car.
"But it's not there yet, why stop, sir?"
"I want to take Dedek Gemes to get ice cream first." Angga opened his car, then gently pulled Citra's hand. Get him out of the car.
Earlier the girl did not say that she was sad, but from the look of her face that is so sad it—Angga sure that Citra keeps a lot of sadness in her chest. It's just that maybe Citra doesn't want a story—he thought.
"Cock for ice cream, Opa? I don't want to." The image shook his head.
"Google said, ice cream makes our mood a little better, honey. Opa has read. Let's have some ice cream with Opa." Angga pulled another hand Citra, invited him into there.
Although indeed the attitude of Angga seemed excessive, but Citra was very comfortable to be near him. Said the man was also very meek and made Citra's heart feel warm.
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Next day.
Steven opened his eyes slowly, then turned his head towards the left. There was a nurse who was checking her blood pressure.
"Sorry, good morning, sir. I was asked by the Doctor to check my blood pressure" Sister said gently.
"Yes, Sus. It's okay." Steven gave a small nod and looked around the room, seemingly deserted. "Where are everybody going, Sus?"
"They're outside, sir." The nurse smiled. "Oh yeah, sorry I wanted to ask out of curiosity. Miss who donated blood when you operated on it to where, huh? How come you were transferred here from the beginning I never saw him?"
"Miss who donates blood?" Steven looked at the sisters again. His forehead flinched. "Whose name, Sus?"
"Some, young lady. Cute face. He came with a man with a thin mustache."
"Thin mustachioed men?"
"If it's not wrong the man's name is Gugun deh."
Steven's eyes were wide. 'The image?! Yes ... It must be Image. Why did he donate blood for me? And is his blood type the same as mine?'
The nurse nodded. "Yes, the hospital supplies are empty. But at first the thin mustachioed man forbade Miss, sir. But Nonanya means to nolongin Father."
'Partra helped me?' It felt so warm in my heart. His brain immediately turned and remembered the face of Citra. Neither Gugun nor Citra, they had no news since yesterday. And until now, that unease still enveloped Steven.
"The condition of the Father is good. You can go home until the infusion bag runs out, sir." The sister arranged the infusion hose, then smiled and stepped away.
Not long after the Sister came out, the door was opened by someone and turned out to be Gugun. Somehow Steven's eyes immediately sparkled when he looked at the man, he was happy with his arrival.
The thin mustachioed man came not alone, but with Aaron's lawyer. It was a bit confusing as well actually, why did the glasses guy come? What need is it?
Behind them, there was Jarwo and his friend. They came in too.
"Good morning Mr. Steven," Aaron said with a smile. "How are you doing, Father?"
Aaron's attitude was as usual, but different from Gugun's. The man's face looked so sour and the look in his eyes was so fierce on Steven.
"Morning too, I'm fine." Steven slowly pulled his body while touching his chest. Seeing that he looked troubled, Aaron and the two bodyguards immediately helped him. "I can do it myself, really." Now Steven was sitting with his back resting on the bed.
"I want—“
"Just a second!" Steven quickly interrupted Aaron's words. He looked towards Jarwo. "Mothers and friends can't come out? There's something I want to talk to these two guys about" Steven said.
"Please speak, sir. But I watch Father. I'm afraid Father is why."
'That's right, you guys think we're coming to fix Mr. Steven what?' Gugun grumbled in his heart. He still remembered the incident three days ago, the moment where he was expelled.
"They're good people, sir. I've known him. You guys just get out." Steven is sure, if the discussion of the two of them must be about Citra. And Steven doesn't want them to know.
"OK on good." Jarwo nodded. "I'll see you from outside the door. But take it easy .. Father's conversation will not be heard because this room is soundproof," he explained.
"Yes." Yeah."
The two large-bodied men immediately walked out of the room and closed the door. But they immediately stood in front while crossing. Look at the three men inside.
"Gun, how from yesterday did you not pick up the phone, why?" ask Steven.
"When did you call me?"
"Yesterday, but wear a new number."
"Oh, I'm busy" he replied. The man reached into the pocket of his suit, walked up to Steven and gave him a white envelope.
...What can a white envelope be? 🤔...
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