The Pursuit of Love Om Doctor
Aris is dead ?

"Why did you just tell me now ?!" Sentak Aksa's.

"I also found out a few days ago, and just had a chance to tell."

After a few hours, the door to the operating room finally opened. A doctor and nurse came out of the room and went straight to Aksa and his family.

"How, Doc ? Is the operation going well ?" ask Aksa, please,

"Yes Doc, is my husband safe ?" Hilda asked, impatient.

While Citra, sculpting waiting on the bench at Lena's company beside him.

The doctor removed the mask. With that pushy look, Aksa could tell what the answer to their question was.

Aksa's arms grew stronger and stronger, hugging her mother.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Aksa. The bleeding in his brain was too wide and Mr. Aris's history of heart disease left him in a critical condition even though we had done our best. Now we can only wait for a miracle, hopefully Mr. Aris can get through his critical period. We see until this morning, if he can get through it means he is safe, but if he is still critical, I am afraid if Mr. Aris can not survive until the morning comes." The doctor said, pleading for permission to resign.

Hearing that made Hilda limp until she fell unconscious again. Immediately Aksa carried her mother's body, took her to the hospital room, asked the nurse to install the infuse and entrust her mother to Lena.

As Aksa was about to leave, Citra touched her husband's hand. Without turning her head, Aksa just kissed Citra's forehead and passed away.

Leaving Citra who could only stare at her husband's departure in confusion.

Aksa hurriedly changed her clothes with hospital-specific clothes. He wants to see his father.

Aksa sat down on the chair beside Aris' bed, clasped the hand and cried.

"Sorry Aksa, Pa. Aksa is less devoted, Aksa still often troubles papa, Aksa less obedient. Aksa recalcitrant. Up, Pa... Hit Aksa and anger Aksa, it's okay. Accept it, but wake up Pa..." The man was suddenly whiny like a little Aksa.

Slowly another Aksa saw Aris' fingers move. Slowly he brought his face closer to his father. Aris tried to take off her breathing apparatus, she wanted to say something.

"A-aksa, Pa-papa as-you k-kahi Ci-citra se-ca-ra s-sah and d-ning-gal-kan A-aman-da. T-ta-pi be-ri-ta-hu A-man-da si-who I-bra-him. P - papa min - ta ma - af.

Tut's... Tut's... Tut's...

"Pa, Papa !!! Pa, Please, Pa !!! Don't be like this ! Don't go, Pa ! Aksa please, Pa ! Aksa needs papa !" Her crying broke.

In the midst of his grief, suddenly the sound of incoming messages on his phone felt very disturbing.

[If you love your family. Do what you should have done before.]

Reading at a glance, Aksa did not want to take a headache with what the meaning of the contents of the message. Fuck all the terror !

"Pa, don't go, Pa !!!" Aksa's screams echoed in the room. Through the walls of the hospital.

Aris' body stiffened, her eyes bulging. The heart detector displays a long straight line on its screen. Aksa's legs immediately limp, so he must try to grow on the seat behind him. With a shaking hand Aksa tried to grab the emergency button and pressed it many times.

The image that had been waiting in front of the room immediately opened the door and ran over to Aksa. The mighty man was suddenly so frail and weak.

The image did not want to ask anything. But when Aksa saw him, she immediately hugged him and spilled everything.

Like a mother who calms her child, Citra gently caresses Aksa's hair. Even he could hear Aksa's cry without a sound. So heartbreaking.

"Oh my God, strengthen my husband." The image sobbed, but he hastily removed it.

The doctor and several nurses came to perform a series of examinations. Aksa and Citra were asked to wait outside.

"Father is a strong man. He'll be healed. I'm sure it's !" The voice of Citra so sure made Aksa look at her.

"Do you doubt papa, Mommy ?" Without crying and without tears, Citra steadily accrued it while wiping away the tears on Aksa's face with her fingers.

Aksa.

"Yes, Mas.. Papa will heal. We just need to be strong and sure." Citra tries to convince Aksa, even though his own heart is gambled.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Aksa immediately pulled her body, approaching the doctor. The man in white looks nervous. He was confused as to how to say it. Seeing Aksa's eyes filled with hope, made him unable to tell the truth.

"How's my papa, Doc ?" Ask Aksa.

Looking at the expressions of those who lowered their heads, Aksa knew the meaning of that gaze. She wiped her tears that from earlier would not stop.

The image doesn't know what else to do. His chest felt so tight. He was still flinching in his place.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Aksa. We've tried our best" the doctor's voice was restrained, like something stuck in the throat.

There was no need to wait for the doctor to finish his speech, with Gontai Aksa walking past them.

The world stopped turning. There was silence and silence before my eyes. That regret pierced right into his heart. The sorrow of a child who has lost his father is like the sun sleeping. Take the day and bring the eternal dark night. What else should I describe ? The pain and loss is like a dry season. The thirst is amazing without encountering a drop of water to drink.

Citra walked behind Aksa, following his slow pace.

The foot was like dragging tons of iron, too heavy to move.

Aksa stopped beside the door, turned to face the wall and punched the wall with his fist many times, venting his anger and annoyance.

"I'm a fool ! You stupid fool !!!" Aksa banged his head against the wall several times. The image immediately hugged her husband from behind, holding both of her husband's hands that looked bloody and clutching them. Hope his embrace can calm the husband's heart a little.

Aksa releases Citra's embrace, and enters Aris's room. Trying to survive as hard as possible to stay standing.

But Cita continued to follow in her footsteps from behind.

The nurses had already removed all the tools in Aris' body. The body was covered in a white blanket. With trembling hands Aksa opened the end of her blanket. He wanted to see the face of the father for the last time.

"I'm sorry Aksa, Pa. Forgive Aksa !" The man came back crying and hugged the father's stiff body for the last time.

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"Cuff his hands !" One of the policemen brandished his weapon, while the other untied and handcuffed Raka's legs and hands. Raka wants to rebel but she doesn't want to die silly.

Roy and Satria stood in the doorway, staring at the policemen doing their job.

"One problem is finally over."

"We're going home now, Roy ? It's safe here." Satria.

"Come on." Roy Sahut.

Roy turned around and walked out the door followed by Satria. They were really relieved, at least one villain had already been snatched.

Now how's Aksa doing ? Roy's worried.

The car drove at full speed, crashing into the darkness that stretched almost in every direction the eye looked at.

"May you be all right, Sa !"

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Seriate,