The Uterus for My Husband's Best Friend
SENILE

"Dean, about the project in town S. How's it?" Aaron asked once more as he and Dean just finished their meeting.

"What is how? Didn't I tell you to leave?" Dean replied a little bluffing on Aaron.

Aaron took a deep breath repeatedly and gathered his patience which might be scattered between the meeting room and Dean's room. But Aaron had explained, and now Aaron had to explain again to his young master who was easily senile.

"HPL Claudia this week, Dean! I can't go!" Aaron said in a stern tone.

"Claudia your wife?" Dean asked who had once again forgotten about Claudia.

I hope this young master doesn't rush to decide to get married. Aaron is worried Dean will forget on his own wife's name if he gets married any time soon.

"Yes, my wife Claudia, she's pregnant, and her HPL this week. So I have to be that standby husband"

"Let me go then!" Dean cut Aaron's sentence.

"And you don't have to explain everything in that detail, Aaron!"

"I also understand that if the wife is about to give birth, her husband must be a husband who is on standby. Do you think I'm a stupid man?" Dean's frown was a little murmured at Aaron, before the old senile young master shoved the door of his room and went straight inside leaving Aaron wanting to bite down on the door or maybe the desk in this office.

"Yes! You're not a stupid man, Dean Alexander! You're just senile!" Shouted Aaron in his heart.

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Dean sat quietly in the car that had just picked him up from the city airport. The scenery in the city that Dean was currently visiting, was different from the city where Dean lived.

Dean has not gone anywhere in the last year because he has to undergo recovery and treatment. Aaron said Dean had just lost both his parents, wife and son while they were on vacation in Europe. Aaron took Dean to their graves. Although not much Dean remembers about all his dead family, Dean still diligently visited their graves afterwards to give flowers or just pray for them.

Dean also did not know, why many of his memories in previous years that he had forgotten. When it comes to work, Dean's brain remembers it very quickly.

How strange!

Right now, Dean is just trying to live a better life and work hard at a company that Aaron says is a legacy of both parents.

Dean still spoiled his eyes with a beautiful and cool view of the city, when the car driven by Dean seemed to slow down and there was a little crowd on the road in front of Dean's car.

"What's up, sir?" Dean asked the driver sitting in front.

"It seems like there was an accident, sir!" Answer the driver. Dean's car kept driving slowly through the crowd of residents who seemed to have just helped the victims of the accident who were no longer visible. Maybe they were taken to the hospital.

While Dean was thinking about the crash victim, the man's cell phone suddenly rang. Aaron called.

"Hello!" Dean answered quickly.

"Dean, the client who will meet you today cannot attend because of the sudden need to be hospitalized. I'll rearrange your meeting schedule with his successor."

"What pain and where to treat?" Ask Dea to care.

"He's sick, Dean! Don't visit him and discuss business in the hospital."

"I just wanted to see him as a fellow business associate. And I'm not going to talk about business. Didn't you say I should be a good person and care for others?" Sergey Dean denies Aaron's accusations that he always thought Dean was an ambitious man about work.

"Yes, it has to be."

"Then tell me where the hospital is!" Dean's orders were once again on Aaron in a pushy tone.

"I'll ask first. I'll send you his address and room number."

"All right, I'll wait!" Turn Dean off before hanging up.

Ddan again enjoyed the view of the city along the road traversed by his car. A message from Aaron went into Dean's phone minutes later containing a hospital address. Dean immediately showed the driver and stopped by for a minute to buy a hand before the man headed to the hospital to see his ill business partner.

But Dean just wants to be a good guy now.

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Finished visiting his ailing business client, Dean walked casually down the hospital aisle. The man was about to reach the hospital's main door when Dean faintly heard a woman arguing with a nurse.

"But the blood of that group is completely empty, ma'am! Please find a donor from your closest relatives or friends."

"But my son is dying, Sister!" The woman looks frustrated.

"Please contact your closest friends first or relatives, or maybe your mother's blood type is the same"

"My blood type is not AB!" The woman replied interrupting the advice sentence of the nurse.

"What about your husband? Or maybe his grandparents. We will help as much as possible. But I still have to find a donor as soon as possible!" Shoot the nurse before leaving to leave the woman who is now sitting languidly in the waiting chair of the hospital.

Dean who had been silent since just watching the sister debate and the woman slightly jerked because of the shakes from her phone. Aaron called again.

"Dean, are you done visiting your client?"

"Aaron. What's my blood type?" Instead of answering Aaron's question, Dean instead asked the question not connected to his secretary.

"What's? Why ask about blood type? You want a blood donor?" Aaron laughed from across the phone.

"Yes! Someone's in need of AB blood for his dying son. What is my blood type AB?" Dean asked Aaron again.

"Yes! Please be a good man and save the dying boy, Dean!" Aaron's advice is still chuckling on the other end of the phone.

"Aaron, I'm serious!" Gertak Dean fierce.

"Your blood type is AB, Dean! I'm not kidding."

"All right, thank you! Just send me my schedule in a message!" Turn Dean off before hanging up.

Dean hurriedly approached the woman who was still bowed in the waiting chair earlier.

"Miss, sorry!"

"My blood type is AB, can I be a donor to your child?" Dean greeted at once asking to the point.

The woman immediately raised her face and her eyeballs were rounded to the point of almost jumping out just looking at Dean's face.

Does Dean's face look weird and alien-like?

"Dean?" It was the woman's murmur that only made Dean frown.

"You know my name?"

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