Troublemaker Boy

Chapter 23: 22

"Sam, can you go a little slower? I'm tired," complained Farrel.

At this time, the two of them had arrived at the hospital where Bara - Samudra's child was being

treated. Ocean walked like a pervert, his long strides almost leaving Farrel behind if he couldn't keep

up. Indeed, for the first time in Farrell's life, he saw the panicked look of the Ocean.

"Just shut up, and follow me." The ocean glared at Farrell.

"Why are you being so fierce now," Farrell sneered.

"Here comes the room!" exclaimed Samudra, who immediately entered the room numbered 402.

Farrel follows Ocean, and he finds Valerie guarding Bara who is sleeping on a gurney.

"How is the condition?" asked Samudra in panic.

"She's just tired, her body can't adjust to the temperature here yet," Valerie replied as she looked at

Bara.

"Has the heat gone down?" said Farrell, who walked over to him.

Valerie nodded, "Yes, the doctor said, the day after tomorrow Bara will be out."

"Thank God."

"Eum, Vale. Can you come over here for a moment?" call Farrell.

Valerie gave a doubtful look, then turned to the Ocean. After getting a nod, Valerie got up and walked

out of Bara's room followed by Farrel behind her.

"What is wrong?" asked Valerie when she and Farrel were outside.

"Look, can you show me my wife's picture?"

Farrel could clearly see the look on Valerie's surprised face, before the woman in front of him

answered, Farrel returned to his voice.

"I almost remember it, Vale. By showing his face, I'm sure I can remember. Please," said Farrel pitifully.

Valerie sighed, "Before that, I have something to tell you."

Valerie walked towards the chair which was located right in front of the room where Bara was being

treated, followed by Farrel who walked following her and sat down next to her.

"I guess it's time. To tell you everything," Valerie turned, "are you ready?"

"More than ready."

"Very well," Valerie sighed, "listen carefully. Don't interrupt me while I'm telling a story."

Farrel nodded.

"Five years ago, you married my best friend, Aretha Maharani. After a winding road, you finally got

together," Valerie turned to look at Farrel who was seriously looking at her.

"Three months after marriage, you are planning to have a vacation to London. Incidentally Retha and

you are on leave from work, and you had time to invite me and Sam. We refused, because at that time

Sam was very busy," Valerie sighed.

"What we got after you left was that the plane you were on was missing. At that time Sam and I flew to

London to look for you and Retha. You were found a week later, in a very bad condition. Even we are

amazed, why you are still alive. With so many injuries, moreover you had a few years before that had

an accident which was also quite severe.

When you came out of the coma, what surprised us was the fact that you didn't remember anything.

Including, who you are, especially your wife. We've tried to tell you, but the doctor forbids.

Do you know why? The doctor said, if we keep telling about your problem, your brain will keep trying to

remember and that won't be good for your health.

That's the reason we've been hiding it. Trust me, during these five years, Sam and I have been trying

to help you.

We are trying to keep Sherly away from you, we are trying to find Retha, who until now we don't even

know she is still alive ... or not. We don't know. "

"So, he's lost?" asked Farrell.

"We're trying to find it until now." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"I need to see his face, Vale. Show me!"

"Hold on, Farrell. Before giving it away, I want to say something."

"What?"

"I saw a woman, who looks like Retha. I'm not sure if my eyesight is correct, but I'm sure, they really

look alike ..."

"Give me the photos now,"

"Hold on," Valerie reached into her pants. Get a flat object out of there, then tinker with it for a bit.

"Here, Retha's photo." Valerie handed her cell phone to Farrel.

Farrell accepted the flat object, staring at the face of a smiling woman there. There is a sense of relief,

and there is a sense of confusion. However, pleasure is more dominant.

"Right, this is my wife?" asked Farrell.

"Yes, this is the last photo we took a week before the incident happened. Maybe, if Retha was still

alive, her face would not have changed much."

"He's alive, Vale. He's here," Farrel looked at Valerie with a broad smile.

"W-what do you mean?"

"You're the one who told me that you saw someone who looked like him here, right?"

"Yes, but not necessarily that, him."

"It must be him."

***

"Dave, wake up honey ..." Ree whispered as he ran pushing the gurney.

He ran like a crazy person, also cried incessantly. How come? Which biological mother is not

hysterical, seeing her child alive and dead i?

"I'm sorry, Miss. But, you can come to this room, let the doctor do their job. Your son will get better,"

said a nurse who stopped Ree when he tried to enter with Dave into the ER.

"I must be with my son, please. Let me come in ..." Ree whispered.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I can't."

Ree sat down and sobbed, his mind was confused. Right now, there should be a husband who can

comfort her. Charles? Even Ree was confused, what was his status with that man. He doesn't have

anyone, except Dave.

"I don't have anyone, other than my son ..."

"Not,"

The deep voice made Ree turn his body backwards, his face stiffened when a man he just recognized

a while ago.

"M-Mister Wdyatmaja?" quietly Ree.

"Get up," Farrell pulled Ree to his feet, "a woman's degree is high. It is inappropriate to sit on the floor

crying like this."

Ree stood limping, then wiped his tears.

"Stop crying," said Farrel.

"You don't feel what I feel, sir. I have no one but Dave."

"You have me," Farrel walked over and hugged Ree's body tightly, "my wife."

To be continued