Daniar panicked when she heard her Young Master had an accident. Because of before, Sofia kept mumbling to make soone fine on their way. But Sofia didn't say who it was she was referring to.
Dirga really lost control and concentration.
"I apologize, Ma'am. I also don't know how this situation ca to be. It's just that when this accident happened. Mr. Harry was calling . That's why I just being able to find out this information faster."
Sofia felt her body and legs go limp. Dirga added more surprising information.
"The driver who crashed into the taxi Harry was in, died instantly. He's drunk. And according to police testimony, the driver was drunk and sleepy. Accidentally, he stepped on the gas pedal."
Sofia could imagine the continuation chronology.
She sat limply in the waiting chair and cried because she was hurt. She called Harry's na over and over and regretted whole this misfortune. Her heart suddenly seed to be stabbed.
Dirga tried to calm down and drew closer to Sofia.
"Doctors have treated Mr. Harry well, ma'am. They had mobilized their entire fleet for Mr. Harry's safety. So believe in them and pray."
Dirga also reminded Sofia again that she had just returned from the hospital. So, it's not good if Harry's problem affects his health.
Sofia caught her breath. Try to stay calm and think clearly. Daniar joined in comforting Sofia with all her heart.
"I believe Mr. Harry is a strong man, madam. Then he will be safe."
Sofia grabbed Daniar's hand. She was comforted when there were still good and loving people around her. Daniar unconsciously shed tears.
After two hours had passed. The doctor finally ca out of the operating room. Looks like he's just breaking out in a cold sweat and struggling.
Sofia, Daniar, and Dirga rushed to him.
"Doctor, how is my grandson's condition?"
The doctor took off his surgical mask.
***
Cleo didn't just try to contact Harry once or twice. But several tis after tomorrow arrived. She bit her fingernails in nervousness. But the pleasant results have not yet co to her.
Cleo wondered in her mind. What had Harry been doing while he was off his phone for more than one night? The day was almost noon. But Harry's phone still couldn't receive calls from her.
Cleo was forced to call Julia.
"Hello, Julia. Sorry to call you so suddenly. But, are you with Harry now?"
Julia frowned.
"Harry? I'm not with him now."
Cleo rubbed her forehead.
"Is that true? If so, do you know where he is now? And what is he doing?"
Julia was even more confused.
"I don't know either, Cleo. After he took to go my biological father's house. He said he'd be leaving soon."
Cleo gave a faint smile.
"Really? But if that's true. When will he return?"
Julia had a hard ti giving an answer.
"I do not really know. And can't you ask Dirga? I'm sure that he must know sothing?"
Cleo then sighed.
"OK. I understand. And I calling you also to ask how you were there. Are you happy? And did your biological father treat you well?"
Julia forgot about Harry's problem for a mont.
"Yes, Cleo. Everything went well. He treats very well. And now we're eating together."
Cleo imdiately felt bad.
"In that case, I won't bother anymore. Then, enjoy your ti together."
Muliawan seed interested in asking Julia after the conversation was over.
"Who contacted you? And why does your face look worried?"
Julia lowered her hand. She looked at Muliawan doubtfully. She still wasn't used to being noticed by him. Julia finally answered Muliawan's question after lowering her eyes.
"Cleo. Harry's wife. And now, he's looking for Harry."
"..."
Muliawan did not ask Julia again. They decided to eat in silence. But Muliawan was in a good mood when Julia said that her biological father had treated her well.
***
Dirga pensive alone in one place.
He was busy tidying up the surprise knick-knacks he had worked so hard to prepare. In great sadness, Dirga was forced to throw away all those aningless accessories. While rembering everything the doctor told them.
"Your grandson has suffered very serious injuries not only to his inner brain. But also so of the other nerves of his body."
Dirga swallowed hard and was horrified.
"This makes it difficult for him to move so of his limbs. Especially, his lower body."
Sofia fell down. She touched her chest. And she still survives. Even though her whole strength had been drained after hearing the sad tidings. Dirga, by all his might, gave Sofia the strength to stand.
"Ma'am! If it's like this, I'd better handle everything for you. So, you do better not get involved!"
Sofia restrained Dirga.
"Don't let stop getting involved because he is my grandson!"
Dirga and Daniar went awry.
The doctor kept telling how bad the news was about Harry. Harry still had to live in a coma because the accident that happened last night had already given the worst for his body and brain.
The doctor still had the heart to add to the wound by saying more cruel words.
"The chance of being conscious and recovering is less than 20 percent. So, I hope you guys are prepared if the patient can't continue his life anymore."
Sofia sobbed.
She got ssed up. And she had tired of having to keep losing the people she cares about. They left earlier and faster than her. Then, how else could she hope that everything would be okay?
Sofia even threw a tantrum.
"How could you say such an irresponsible thing? Haven't given certainty and have done everything to the maximum. This was what you call maximum and reliable effort?"
Dirga held Sofia's arm so as not to hit the doctor. Even though, Sofia had already thrown a few blows of irritation at the doctor.
"He's my grandson! He must be safe! And you have to work even harder!!"
Sofia then pulled Dirga to make a serious request.
"Take him to the most advanced hospital in the whole world! Heal him! And make sure of it in various ways!!"
After that, Sofia continued to wail. And Dirga took a much longer ti to calm her down.
Then now on, Dirga stands here.
The place should be a romantic mont between Harry and Cleo. Dirga felt as if his heart was sliced and slashed quite deeply.
Even though he was not related to Harry. To Dirga, Harry is the most precious person to him after his family. He's been working on him for a long ti.
Although sotis he often feels annoyed with Harry and difficult to accept the heavy work he gave. Dirga always did what Harry asked.
Dirga is now looking at his phone in frustration. Cleo had already called him three tis. However, Dirga has not dared to answer her phone call.
Dirga was forced to complain helplessly.
"Master, what should I do now? What should I say about you to Mrs. Cleo?"
Dirga firmly rembered Sofia's words.
"Don't tell anyone Harry's condition for a while. Including, Cleo."
Dirga had to put his cell phone back in his pocket. Checked his watch. And checked his next schedule.
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