The Pursuit of Love Om Doctor
Accident

"Mom ! Why Ma'am ? Who's on the phone, what's up ? Tell me, ma'am... What's up ?" Lena shook the still stiff body of Citra. Only her eyes shed tears. Citra did not answer Lena's question, instead hugged Lena, and sobbed there.

While Hilda, her hands were so shaky when the phone connection was cut off. His lips are also mute. She did not even realize that her daughter-in-law was crying beside her as well. I don't know, unconscious, or his heart is too messed up to just look the other way ?

The image was the same, his legs were still limp, he was not even strong enough to support his body to wake up. Lena has to help him.

Lena was confused and started to be anxious to see the two brands who suddenly had such expressions. What exactly happened ? Lena did not ask anything more, she simply patted Citra on the back, trying to calm her cries.

"Pull your breath, Mom. I'll get you a drink first." Only Lena broke away from Citra's embrace, to then rise up to take a drink of water, suddenly Hilda limp and fell unconscious.

"God !!! mama !" Pekik Citra, shocked. He hurriedly lifted Hilda's body onto the sofa, assisted with Lena.

The beautiful bodyguard immediately ran to get drinking water and eucalyptus oil for Hilda. Lena told Citra to drink first, while her other hand brought the oil closer to Hilda's nose, hoping it would help her to pass out.

The image gulped down the water in her hand, then nervously massaged Hilda's leg also fanning Hilda.

What should he do ?

"Actually who called earlier, ma'am ?"

Hilda was unconscious, while Lena turned to staring at Citra. The boss always doesn't want to be straightforward.

"From now on, call me image, Len." Citra's voice has not answered Lena's question. He deliberately switched the conversation by discussing other topics. Lena took a heavy breath.

"Okay, Cit. Now tell me the same, who called ? Remember Citra, For a situation that is fraught with danger like this, if you love your husband, if you love your family, and if you love yourself, then, don't get used to covering up anything from me or to others who really care and worry about your safety. Understand ?" Lena Sent. His patience is almost over.

Hearing Lena speak like that to her, made her flinch and startled. Even though she was aware, what Lena said was always right. He was too selfish to keep everything to himself. Not thinking of anyone else who was fighting to save his life.

"Mommy Rachel called me. He cried pleading not to be reported to the police because it turned out that he was also involved in my mother's murder case." Not yet finished Citra telling a story, her tears have been welled up.

"You know who Rachel's mom is to me, Len ?" Ask Paraguayan imagery.

Lena shook her head slowly.

"I think of her as like my second mother. Because long ago, when I needed to pay for my mother's treatment, Rachel's mom always helped me." The image sucked in a breath before he continued his words again.

"I didn't expect it just because of the money, he wanted to be told to take part in the mother's murder. She could have done that to me, but I never had anything wrong with Rachel's mom. Why would he take my mother from my side ? Is my mother's life that cheap ! They've taken the only person I have in this world. Just for the sake of money. Then out of fear that I would report him to the police, he readily admitted all his wrongdoings and apologized. Is that worth it ?" The image returned.

"Git..." Jemari Lena touched Citra's shoulder. Whether Lena wants to say what, her tongue is also a mute. His heart was also sad to see the image that was always played with his feelings.

"Sometimes the world isn't fair, Cit. We have to be strong, to survive. The enemy never comes from people we don't know. But instead, they are the ones closest to us."

"Please on Cit..." Lena patted Citra's shoulders, calming.

A moment Citra felt Hilda's hand move. He immediately wiped his tears. Hilda opened her eyes. The image rose, supporting Hilda's body helping her to sit down.

"We're going to the hospital now. Amanda called, said Papa Aris in an accident. It's critical." Hilda rahu.

Sadness was clearly visible on his face.

"What ?!" Jerit Citra, trying to control himself who almost lost consciousness.

His chest was tight, could not bear to imagine it, did he strongly tell this to Aksa ? Why does this have to happen now ?

"Prepare the car, Len." Said Citra slowly, trying to stay strong to withstand the intense onslaught that continues to pound his soul.

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"Pa.. Papa !!!" Amanda continued to shout beside Aris, shaking the blood-filled body, letting it be resignedly carried by the nurses and doctors into the ER room.

Aris's head shed so much blood, his hands and arms exposed to broken car glass. He still could not think clearly. Why and how did all this happen ?

At that time the car drove normally, until Amanda felt that someone was following them. He asks Aris to add speed but while going through a sharp turn, suddenly brakes blong and to avoid a collision with another car, the, Aris slams the steering wheel in the opposite direction which instead makes their car hit the power pole.

Amanda was also hurt, but not as bad as Aris.

Amanda was terrified, she recalled the incident when both her parents had an accident and died. Now fate forces him to feel that de ja vu again.

He sat down bending his knees together, closing his body beside the chair. Both hands covered his face. She was crying so much. Why isn't he the only one who's hurt bad ? Why ?!

"Armghhh !! Lord, please don't punish me in this way ! How will I be able to stare at Aksa ? How can I see that he hates me more ? He would blame me. No ! I'm not wrong ! I don't know anything about this !" Amanda still continues to rummage until there are sisters who come to ask where the family of Mr. Aris.

With great difficulty Amanda got up, in a state of complete chaos. His stomach suddenly hurt, it hurt so much. Amanda tried to take a deep breath, regulating her emotions.

"I'm gonna call his family, sus." Said slowly.

"Okay, soon ma'am. We need approval for an immediate surgery, because Mr. Aris has severe bleeding in his brain."

Hearing that made Amanda even more limp. He almost fell down before he clung to the chair and slowly sat there.

With trembling hands he called Hilda.

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Seriate,