The Love of the Mafia World 2
Worriedly

"How is the doctor?" Marcus anxiously awaits the reply of the white-bellied man who is still looking at Sean's radiological picture. The doctor nodded while smiling.

"There's nothing to worry about" the doctor placed the large photo on his desk and hooked it into two fingers, staring intently at Marcus who seemed dissatisfied with his answer.

"He lost a lot of blood, got shot in the head, how can you say there's nothing to worry about?"

Hearing Marcus's words, the doctor thinned his lips to reveal a smile.

"That's what I mean, so many miracles that God gave her, it seems like luck is on her side." The doctor showed a radiology photo on a large screen on the back wall of his body.

"The bullet that penetrated the patient's head did not injure his internal organs, because the victim wore a headband coated with a bulletproof layer until the bullet lodged in his head did not penetrate too deeply. The operation went well, although the patient bleed a lot but all can be supplied with blood stock in the blood bank," the doctor paused his words for a while while looking at the expression of his interlocutor who looked a little calm than before.

"Family prayers are very helpful for his recovery, keep praying for the patient and accompany him during critical times. The patient will go through a critical period if he wakes up later."

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"This is the book you asked for." Feby's friend Salwa handed over his notebook to Salwa.

"Thank you." Salwa received the notebook and put it in her bag. Yesterday Salwa did not enter, his head felt dizzy and twitched. His body was a little lethargic not as usual. Maybe because since Sean had no news he became restless and difficult to sleep so that the condition of his body weakened.

"Yesterday the guy came again, just ask you," said Feby then by landing his ass on the bench.

"Who?"

"Yes, that handsome senior brother, I think he likes you. Why don't you just accept it anyway? I'm handsome, pinter is very good.wah very lucky you, try to chase me, directly I yes-in ajuru taken people." Feby continued to assault Salwa at length. Salwa just chuckled at hearing it.

"What is accepted, the Varonya doesn't say anything?" Salwa shook her head while smiling in response to her friend's words.

Varo has come close to Salwa lately, but the man has never touched her. Then how Salwa must respond, it is impossible for Salwa to suddenly reject the love of Varo even though Varo never expressed his feelings to Salwa. Could-can Salwa be considered to Ge-eR-an, right?

"You're the one who can't fathom, I can see if he likes you. He is so persistent in you if you do not exist. Yesterday he asked for your mobile number as well as looking for your home address" said Feby excited.

"What's? Then you give me my number the same as my home address?" Salwa asked curiously.

"Emm..kalo your home address yes.idak...want to give you how, I just do not know. But if the cell phone number. yes." Feby said grimacingly showing his row of white teeth putting on a sinless face.

Salwa let out a long sigh, it could be a long affair if Varo sent a no-no message to her.

"Other times say first if you want to give my phone number to people," muttered Salwa with a pouting face.

Salwa simply rolled her eyes in response to Feby's words. The loss of his humanity, even if Varo continues to approach him he will get into trouble. It seems that Salwa must make it clear to Varo that the man did not act further, and not necessarily Varo liked him.

Varo had always approached him, and occasionally flirted with him. But only so, no more. Maybe Varo just wants to be friends with him without any other intention. But that is not the case for now, Salwa is married, he does not want any misunderstanding between them someday.

The chatter of the two was suddenly stopped because the lecturer had entered the classroom. All were sitting in their respective places when the math lecturer began his lesson. Salwa who was busy recording what the lecturer explained was surprised by the sound of her cellphone suddenly ringing loudly.

Salwa hurriedly turned off the call without seeing who contacted her. He then continued his recording again. And once again his phone rang, Salwa wanted to turn it off again but the Math Lecturer immediately reprimanded him.

"Get out, answer the call or turn off the phone!" the lecturer's eyes were so firm, considering Salwa was one of the students who did not appreciate the courses he taught.

"Good." Salwa nodded resignedly, she wanted to turn off her phone but for a moment she checked who was persistent in contacting her so many times.

An unknown number, and it seems that the number is not from within the country because it starts with a plus one instead of a plus six two. Salwa frowned, then she stood up asking for permission to pick up the still burning call.

"Hello," Salwa immediately answered the call after dropping out of her class and making sure the distance was safe so that her voice would not interfere with the ongoing lessons.

"Salwa, it's me... Marcus," barito's voice rang out from the other end making Salwa gasp. Marcus, Sean's cousin her husband suddenly contacted her. Salwa's heart felt more anxious, Sean should have contacted her, but why did Marcus. Is there anything that makes Sean reluctant to contact him.

"Marcus, what's going on?" Salwa's voice felt a little quivering, there was a thick worry in her tone. The woman was suffering from extreme anxiety. Marcus let out a long sigh, he tried to string together the words so that Salwa could accept the reality he would reveal after this.

"Salwa, Sean is being treated at the hospital. He was shot in the head, the doctor had managed to remove the bullet lodged in his head. But he is not yet conscious. Sean needs you to get through his critical period. Can you talk to him with encouragement to wake him up?" Marcus waits for Salwa's answer, but Salwa does not seem to answer his request.

Sean was shot, her husband was injured and has not yet passed through his critical phase. Salwa's hand trembled, she could not speak a word. Her eyes suddenly water and then drip into her beautiful face.

"Salwa, do you hear me?" Marcus spoke again, awakening Salwa who was still digesting and studying his words.

"Marcus. I. I. I hear you." Salwa answered with a stammer, her tongue my tongue could not say much.

"I'm.i'll. get there!" added later.

"No, it took you tens of hours to come to this place and it was inefficient, I don't think" Marcus said, rejecting Salwa's idea. He tries to think logically and consider all cooking so that it will not make everything in vain.

"Then, what should I do?" Salwa bit her lower lip withstanding the sobs that might come out in a moment. His chest felt claustrophobic realizing there was nothing he could do while Sean was fighting death. Salwa was frustrated by it.

"Listen to me, Sean needs you, I want you to talk to him. I'll connect you with him. You can simply invite him to talk over the phone. I'm sure he'll hear what you say."

》connect