The Seed of the Heir
Chapter 13

"May I have a minute, Mr Kusuma? There's something I want to talk to Ervan about" Harry told Ervan's father.

Mr. Kusuma nodded slowly. "Of course, Mr. Harry. Please," he said.

Mr and Mrs Kusuma immediately walked out of the room and gave Mr. Harry a chance to talk with their son. After the death of Mr and Mrs Kusuma, now in the room are Mr. Harry, Ervan and David.

David grabs a chair and places it next to the patient's bed that Ervan is occupying. After that David also invited Mr. Harry to sit there.

"Please, Sir."

"Thank you" said Mr. Harry.

The middle-aged man immediately sat on the chair while developing a faint smile looking at Ervan who was still in shock. Shock after knowing how the condition of his two friends after the accident they experienced.

"Ervan, do you remember what happened at that time?" ask Mr. Harry very seriously. He stared fixedly at the young man's eyes and hoped Ervan could share the correct information about the incident.

Ervan nodded softly with both eyes looking glazed over. He tried to remember the tragic incident. And sure enough, the incident was recorded clearly in his head. He even remembered various events before the accident.

"Yes, I remember, sir." Ervan's eyes looked glazed for a split second, until finally he could not hold the clear circle and finally escaped from the eye fertilizers.

The guy was a big deal. His body trembled and there was clearly a very deep regret on his face at that moment.

"Oh my God!" ervan muttered while covering his face with both hands.

"It's okay, Ervan. Let go" said Mr. Harry, patting Ervan on the shoulder gently.

After a few minutes, Ervan's cries began to subside. The man wiped away the tears using a tissue Mr Harry had given him.

"Now have you calmed down?" asked Sir Harry and Ervan, nodding slowly.

"Yes, sir."

Before continuing his question, Mr. Harry took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"What exactly are you doing in that Fisherman's Village? And what makes Alfa reckless to drive her car drunk?" ask Mr. Harry a full survey of Ervan.

According to Mr. Harry, although Alfa was a very wayward child, unruly and disputable when told. However, he knew that his son was the most anti-driving car when he was drunk. And strangely, this time the sole heir was even reckless driving a car in such conditions.

"Ehm, that's ...." Ervan stopped her speech. His face suddenly panicked, what else after he remembered the events before the accident occurred and what was the reason why Alfa was desperate to drive her car in a drunk condition.

However, there was no way he would tell Mr. Harry that they had tried to escape after successfully raping one of the girls in the Fisherman Village. Ervan is sure, if he is honest then their problems will be long-tail. After all, he and his two friends had promised to keep the incident a secret until anytime.

"Actually that night we intended to spend our time on the beach in the village, Mr. Harry. And as usual, we drank that intoxicating drink. The drinks we prepared beforehand. It turned out that some of the fishermen there were annoyed by the commotion we created. They were angry and kicked us off the beach. Frightened, we left immediately and Alfa was determined to drive her car. Until the accident happened," said Ervan lied.

"Now you know the consequences, don't you?! I've reminded you of the effects of that drink a lot. But you all never cared! You don't even care about what I say!" upset Mr. Harry.

Ervan lowered her head. What Mr. Harry said is true. The old man often warned the three of them about the effects of the alcoholic drink. But, honey, none of them care. Including Alfa, Mr. Harry's own son.

"Yes, Mr. Harry. I'm sorry, really very sorry," said Ervan.

"If we had heard your words, maybe this accident would never have happened and until now my feet would have been fine." Ervan watched his stumped legs and was still wrapped in bandages with a sad look.

Regret is meaningless. Rice has become porridge. His amputated leg will not be able to return to normal. Similarly, the life of Arman and the sanctity of the fisherman girl who had been snatched by Alfa could not return.

"Yes, already. Looks like I should be back soon." Mr. Harry glanced at the fancy watch that was coiled around his wrist.

Ervan nodded slowly. "Okay, Mr. Harry."

After saying goodbye, Mr. Harry immediately walked out of the room and was followed by David from behind. He must immediately return to the room of Alfa and Mrs Kharisma who also still need treatment.

After a while, Mr. Harry arrived at the room where Mrs Charisma was being treated. The woman smiled as she approached.

"How's Alfa doing, honey? Is he conscious?" ask Mrs Kharisma to Mr. Harry who is now sitting by her bedside.

That question comes out almost every day from Mrs Kharisma's lips. Instead of worrying about her own health, the woman was even more worried about the condition of Alfa which is still stuck or road in place and there is no progress at all.

Mr. Harry breathed a heavy sigh and tried to smile at his wife. "Still the same as yesterday, Kharisma. We should just pray, may the Alpha be healed and return as usual."

The expression on Mrs Kharisma's face returned gloomy. He was sad because until now the condition of the child is still the same and shows no signs that Alpha will soon improve.

"Every day, every minute and in every second of mine, I never once missed praying for Alfa's recovery. But why is God still not listening to my prayers, why?" mrs Kharisma said half irritatedly.

Mr. Harry grabbed Mrs Kharisma's hand tightly and then spoke to the woman. "Hush! Don't talk like that. I'm sure someday Alpha will be cured. Whether it's next month, next week or tomorrow, no one knows if God wills, dear."

Mrs Kharisma could only sob on the bed.

"Have it, don't think too much." Mr. Harry stroked the top of Mrs Kharisma's head gently.

"If you continue like this, your health condition will also worsen, Kharisma. Don't you feel sorry for me? Have you not promised all this time that you will continue to accompany me. Until we grow old and become grandmas and grandmas for our grandchildren?" lirih Mr. Harry.

Mrs Kharisma looked into Mr. Harry's eyes while nodding her head. "I'm sorry," he said.

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