Pursuing the Love of Husband
chapter 87 (S2 )

Aaron just got out of administration. He's back in the IGD room. It is still handled by the doctor. Half an hour later.

"Sorry, the family father of the patient who just entered, yes?" Ask the nurse who helped her when she came.

"Yes, suster. How's my oma?" Aaron asked with a worried face.

"Oh, his grandson? The administration is, sir?"

"The administration is, sus."

"All right, wait a minute. Regarding the father's oma, let the doctor explain." Bright nurse.

"But my oma is fine right sus?"

"Yes later can be asked directly by the doctor who handles it, sir. Excuse me first." Pamit sisters.

Hhh "Hopefully oma can be helped." Mumbled. Suddenly Aaron remembered his brother. "How is brother now? Has he been arrested?" Aaron rubbed his face rough while lowering his head. Everything felt so fast.

If only I could have taken the oma away from home before the police came, I would be fine by now. All's fault. Everything that happened was my fault. Aaron cursed to himself.

Suddenly the phone rings. Love's.

Hhh,Love. Why do I love that girl so much? Aaron put his phone back in his pants pocket. "I'm sorry, I don't want to talk to you yet." Aaron Mutters.

"Den Aaron is patient." Said her house assistant.

"Yes bi. If aunty wants to go home, take a taxi or take a taxi." Aaron took his wallet and gave some money to his house assistant. "It's to pay for a taxi, bi."

"Hmm, thanks. I'll tell you about aunt."

"Yes bi. Be careful on the road."

"Nia's mother's patient's family?" Suddenly a doctor was standing next to Aaron.

Aaron got up from his seat. "Yes the doctor, I'm Nia's mother's granddaughter." Answer Aaron. "How's my oma, dok?"

"Look, we've done our best for Nia's mother. But now he's still in a coma." Doctor bright.

"What,doctor? Oma I'm in a coma now?" Aaron looks shocked. "So from me it's not conscious yet huh, dok?"

"Yes, Bu Nia was still unconscious from the first time he came. So now he's gonna move us to the ICU." The doctor again.

"ICU." Aaron Mutters. Why go to that room again. I hate the ICU! Inner Aaron.

"I'll excuse you, sir." Pamit doctor.

Aaron took a heavy breath. Hopefully I can wake up soon. His inner.

Aaron then went to the ICU. After wearing special clothes, Aaron entered.

He was lying with a lot of tools on his body. He looks pale and helpless.

Aaron sat next to his mouth and held his cold hand.

"Omom. Oma must be strong! Oma promise will always accompany me. Only Oma is dear and considerate of me. Please hold on for me,oma!" Aaron's voice trembled withstanding so that his cry would not break there.

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While Love looks restless from the moment Aaron leaves his home. He called and texted many times, but none of them were answered.

"You why? Where are you?" Love Mumbles.

"Why do you and Dad talk to Aaron about three? Why did Aaron leave with a sad face?"

Love tried to contact his father and father but there was no answer.

The feeling of love becomes unsettled. He then went downstairs where mom, mom and her sisters were joking in the living room.

"Darling, why are you so agitated?" Ask Cyndia.

"Did you say where you're going, Bun?" Love asked back.

"Dad didn't say, son. Go with your papa."

"Hmm, uh,"

"Would you call dad or your papa?"

"Love has tried to call papa several times with dad but there is no answer, bun."

"Oh, you just wait. Maybe they have some important business."

Love out of the house. He sat on the porch as he continued to stare towards the gate.

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"Hows it? The car is no longer visible." Fadil said as he continued to look out at the streets.

"Yes, the car was no longer visible at the red light. Hhhhh!" Complain Rey.

"Hopefully the police can catch him."

"Yes. He won't be able to run far."

"Then how is this?"

"We'll wait for news from Mr. Santo."

"Hmm, uh,"

"Well, I'll try to call Mr. Santo." Rey. He then tried to call Santo's mobile number. But after a few calls there was no answer.

"How, Rey's father?"

"Not answered. Maybe still chasing that Romi." Answer Rey.

Rey's phone rings. Mr. Santo.

"Hallo sir Santo?"

"Oh still chasing him?"

"Oh he ran out of town?"

"But there was no one in his house, right?"

"What's? Oh, my God."

"Thank you for the info sir, I look forward to the next news."

"Yes, thank you, sir." Rey cut off her phone call.

"What's up, Mr Rey?"Ask Fadil curious.

Hhh, Rey heaved a heavy sigh. "So when the police came, there was someone else in the house. An old woman and a young man. Maybe it's Aaron and his om."

"What?"

"We're going to Aaron's now, sir. I hope Aaron and his mom are okay."

"Ohh, yeah."

Rey drives her car to Aaron's house. An hour later they arrived. The house looks empty. There was a guard standing guard.

Rey and Fadil got out of the car and went to the security guard.

"Good day, sir?" Sapa Rey's.

"Oh, good afternoon sir. What's up, huh?" Ask the security guard.

"What's got a house?" Ask Rey.

"Who are you looking for?" Ask the security guard as if to cover something.

"Hmm, is Aaron's mom?"

"Oohh, Aaron Den. Den Aaron's taking her to the hospital."

"What, the Hospital?" Rey and Fadil looked at each other.

"Yes, sir."

"It hurts?" Ask Rey to worry.

"Oma, the heart's relapsing."

Deg. Rey and Fadil are shocked.

"Which hospital was taken to?"

"Well, I don't know. I didn't drive. I asked my wife first, sir. My wife took oma to the hospital." Bright sir security guard.

Then he went into the house.

"Hopefully it's okay." Rey.

"Aamiin's." Fadil Sahut.

Before long, the security guard returned with a middle-aged woman.

"Sir, here's my wife. He's the one who took oma to the hospital." Bright sir security guard.

"What do you need, sir?" Ask his wife, the security guard.

"Sorry mom, I asked. Which hospital did Aaron take him to?" Ask Rey.

"Ooh, theoma was taken to Medika Hospital."

"If you may know, what is Aaron's condition?" Ask Rey curiously.

"Oma is unconscious. Arriving at the hospital is also unconscious."

Rey and Fadil looked at each other. There was regret and sadness on the faces of both of them.

"Hopefully Aaron is okay." Rey Mumbled.

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Happy reading, may you like. Sorry if there is a typo. Don't forget his support for this othor's work huh. Thanks though. 😍😍

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