The Injured
Weak Unempowered

"Mah-mah!"

Ayanda only smiled at her daughter. He said, "follow Mamah, Brother."

Echa was surprised by what her mother said. There was no interrogation as usual so he could not answer anything. He could only look at his mother's face with pushy eyes.

Ayanda hugged the princess' body. "Without you saying anything, Mamah knows everything, Brother." Echa's tears just dripped. His power collapsed. His hands were tightly hugging the mother's body. The contents sounded very soft as if they were vaporizing everything in the warm embrace of the mother.

"A mother's instinct is very strong, brother." Ayanda gently rubbed Echa's back which was still trembling due to the cry that had not yet subsided.

After her crying was over, Ayanda broke her embrace and gently rubbed Echa's cheeks that were flooded with tears. Ayanda could still smile at her daughter.

"You change clothes. Then, follow Mamah."

"Where?"

"Follow it out."

Before long, Echa had changed clothes and followed the steps of the mother. He watched the streets and his forehead shriveled when the car had entered Jogja part of the city. Echa stared at her mother, but Ayanda just smiled.

The car turned into the hospital area Both Echa's eyebrows swooped very sharply. His heart has been beating.

"What's this?"

"Mah-"

Ayanda did not answer, she clasped Echa's hand into the hospital and walked along. Echa doesn't talk much. He just kept chanting prayers so that nothing unwanted happened.

The second floor, Ayanda and Echa were already there. Not one bit Ayanda released her hand to Echa. Once in a while Ayanda looked towards the princess. Echa looks worried.

Ayanda's steps came to a halt in front of a treatment room. Echa can see it's a special treatment room because it's different from the others. Before opening the door, Ayanda looked at Echa's face for a moment.

Clamps!

Coinciding with the sound of the door opening, someone who was in the seat beside the sickle bed turned his head. Echa was surprised.

"Pa-pa-pih."

Addhitma smiled towards Echa. He shifts his body slightly and a surprise is presented back to Echa. Echa's eyes widened when she saw the man who was lying on the bed with a closed state.

"k-bk ... Radite."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I can't take care of you."

Hearing the words from Riki, made Echa's heart tremble. The tears that have been shed have finally spilled.

"More than two days, you only sleep a few hours to finish the job. Forgetting to eat and no food enters his stomach. He just wants his job done and to meet Mom."

Echa's tears dripped very hard hearing the words of the husband's assistant.

"Radit passed out earlier and was immediately brought here. He's been conscious for a while, and your name is what he's calling."

Echa felt very guilty. It's not just one person talking like that.

Ayanda gently rubbed Echa's back and looked at her with a very warm gaze. A small nod from the mother makes Echa dare to step toward the sickly bed Radit.

"Radit doesn't want to part with Echa, Mih. Radit dear Echa. Radit love Echa."

Rough breathing out of Addhitma's mouth. While Echa's body stiffens, and Ayanda and Riki are surprised by Raditya's delusion.

"Every Radit was sick and lying weak, surely he would call out his mother's name. This was used to happening when Radit was hospitalized."

"Radit dear Echa, Mih. Sa-that's her." Echa clearly saw tears dripping down the end of Radit's closed eyes. It looks like Radit is in so much pain saying it all.

"The decision is in your hands, Cha." Addhitma was staring at him.

"His body dropped from exhaustion. He was willing to go back and forth Jogja-Bogor-Jogja to meet Mamah. Radit's been frank with Mamah about everything."

Echa was stunned, who was in her head why wasn't she angry?

Ayanda approached towards the princess, gently rubbing Echa's shoulder. "Radit is a truly remarkable man. Want to admit his mistakes and not be afraid of what kind of response Mamah will be. Such a man is hard to find for now."

Echa was silent, from earlier her tears could not be restrained when she saw the weak body of her husband. Slowly, Echa clasped Radit's hand. Her tears are still falling.

"Yes, wake up."

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