Tired of Loving you
The Love of the Withered

Aslan, Adi, and Alvin have just gathered some hard evidence to catch the culprit. From hospital CCTV, the confessions of canteen guards, several powerful witnesses, and people who intervened with the case have been traced and the results point to the same person.

One full day Aslan, Adi, and Alvin handle the case related to Rania's woe. Until now, the afternoon has changed. Mr. Harsa, both of Rania's parents, and Shaka are still waiting for Rania to wake up. Rania herself has been moved to a room next to Morgan, although she still has to install special tools and extra care.

Mr. Harsa also knew that Morgan was alive last night given false news that Shaka was in the hospital. It's not a lie, in fact Shaka is really in the hospital. It's just that it's not Shaka who's being treated but Morgan.

Well, just got to the hospital and happy to know the youngest is still alive. Mr. Harsa has been treated to bad news again about Rania being critical.

"Pa, why isn't Rania conscious yet?" isak madam Irene who was immediately embraced by master Yudi.

"Patience, Ma. Rania is a strong woman" said Mr. Yudi. Although deep in his heart, the father who was indifferent was more worried and sicker to see his daughter was weak helpless on the patient bed.

"Pa, Mama. I'm really sorry I couldn't take good care of my wife. I'm also sorry that I failed to be a good husband." Shaka kisses the hand of mistress Irene full of passion. Really, this time Shaka felt the worst husband in the world.

"No, Son. That is not true, this event has become a line that God destined for your household. Don't blame yourself like this. A good husband will always try to give his best for his wife" replied Mr. Yudi while patting Shaka on the back.

"Thank you, I'll definitely find the culprit soon." Shaka turned to look at Rania who was still at peace with her sleep. Then, Shaka approached Rania and kissed her forehead.

"Wake up, honey. I miss your eyes, I miss everything about you. Wake up, pity me this lame, dear," shaka shirih accompanied by teardrops that fell on Rania's pale cheeks.

At the same time, Adi meets Shaka and whispers something right in Shaka's ear. Shaka's eyes turned sharp and giddy.

"Darling, I'll go first, okay? You're fine here, I'll be right back. I love you." Shaka kisses Rania's lips at a glance and leaves Rania to Irene's mistress because Mr. Yudi is taking care of a meeting with a client.

"Be careful, kid. Don't be rash, that's just Mama's message," said Miss Irene to release the departure of Shaka who was replied by a nod by Adi because Shaka had already left.

While next to Rania's room, Morgan was staring blankly at the ceiling. Accompanied by Mr. Harsa, Morgan's condition has improved. Morgan's brain thinks quickly about the real identity of the person who kidnapped him who claims to have a grudge with Shaka.

"There's no way he's got no problem with me. I'm sure, he has other motives besides a grudge against Shaka's sister. But who is he?" morgan muttered softly but still heard by the ears of Mr. Harsa.

"Don't be too forced to think, son. You must rest a lot. All the problems are being handled by your Papa and Brother's confidants" said sage Lord Harsa.

"Okay, but wait until he wakes up. You know, she's not your wife."

"Alright, Pa. I see." Morgan's gaze returned mellow and sweet, every memory of his relationship with Rania had ended.

Well, anyway Morgan has been leaving Rania for three years. There is no way Rania faithfully waits until Morgan returns, whereas Rania knows Morgan has passed away.

His struggle to escape which always ends in torture just for the sake of Rania. But darling, what he fought for was no longer his property.

Hi, readers!

May you still be faithful waiting for my story that is always ambiguous.

May I tell you a little ... about why I pause in writing for a long time.

Honestly, I had a misunderstanding with one of my brothers. Here, I'm the suspect in the wrong. What I told them was the truth. But they were angry and did not accept it.

Them, the "silly, backe!"

I was treated like a despicable person by them.

In fact, if traced even deeper. I'm the most devastated here because of all these years of deep wounds caused by them. But I kept quiet, because I still looked at them as family. Because I feel like I'm someone who has no and is inferior to them.

But since yesterday, I understand. I'm not family in their eyes. And I give everything to God, because God knows best for His people.

My mentality is down. Sleeping hard, eating bad, nausea, gurgling every remember their jolts, their huddles. Anyway, I can't think of anything.

I write this because I do not know, through what I can reveal all that is too crowded for me this pendam. I need an outlet, I need a trusted confiding friend. And I choose you, who have been faithful waiting for my story.

Love yu yang