My Bride, Amazing
Chapters 122. Crushed slowly
Jihan curled up in the corner of her mother's ward. His hands trembled as he looked at the news that had exploded all over the city. His cry broke, and roared so hard.
His life is adrift, has no grip. Yenny, who promised him a life abroad, has now been sent to prison. His mother who has always been the sustainer of his life so far, was in a coma until when he could regain consciousness.
"Mother! What should jihan be? What should jihan do now?" Jihan roared with tears. He crawled on the cold floor, his legs were limp, his bones were all loose.
His hand reached the edge of the mother's bed. Trying to stand up and shake the Maharani's body. "Mother! Awake, Mother! Jihan doesn't know what to do now. I'm in jail, Mom. Let's wake!" jehan cried loudly.
Jihan has lost her way, like a chick losing its mother. He bowed tightly to the Empress's body lying on the bed.
"Tokay! Geck! Geck!"
There was a knock on the door, before several nurses entered the Maharani room. Jihan looked up with a confused and messy look on her face.
"Excuse me, Miss. We apologize in advance, but please pay the maintenance fee on behalf of Mrs Maharani as soon as possible. If in three days there is no payment, we from the hospital will immediately revoke all medical facilities for him," said one of the nurses handed out a document.
Jihan reached out her hand, receiving the document. His eyes lowered to read the row of figures showing the details of the Maharani's medical and hospitalization costs. Until now, it has reached 55 million rupiah.
Yenny who chose VIP room facilities. The news spread, making the hospital rushed to give a warning and will act decisively if there are obstacles in payment.
"Please excuse me, miss. Please pay immediately" said the nurse and walked away.
Jihan's hand touched her throbbing head. It felt like a very heavy burden was hitting him right now. "Where from? Where can I get this much money?" jihan yelled in frustration throwing the papers.
His breathing sounds rough. Jihan wiped her tears, then rushed out of the hospital. He could not stand still and mourn his fate. Moreover, he was already unable to depend on anyone anymore.
By driving a taxi, Jihan had arrived in front of Isvara's company after thirty minutes. His sight caught dozens of reporters crammed into the courtyard.
Jihan let out a long sigh, "Sir, you have a mask?" ask Jihan to the taxi driver.
"She, Miss. Go ahead" said the driver, handing him a black mask.
Jihan reached out to accept it, then put on the mask. "Sir, please wait a minute. I won't be long" Jihan said, then rushed out.
His head lowered, he was walking fast even almost running. There was a reporter who was quite observant and recognized him. "Eh, it's Jihan!" shouted a news hunter.
"Where?!" ask them simultaneously.
"That's what's coming in!"
They ran in droves after Jihan. The woman dodged, she immediately ran to get into the company.
"Damn! Wait!" yell at them at the same time.
"Damn! Please just have a minute!"
Some of them, there was a chance to pull hands, clothes, and also the bag he was wearing. Jihan insists on letting go and goes back to running.
Breathing violently. Finally he could escape the crackle of the news hunter. Both of his legs trembled as he entered the elevator, his body bent down to open the mask and scooped up as much oxygen as possible.
Until the sound of the elevator door opens, re-enforce his body. Jihan staggered towards her father's room. Without greeting the secretary, Jihan just barged in.
"Dad!" call Jihan.
Empty, Jihan did not find her father in her seat of greatness. The woman went in, her steps swallowed, until she found her father sitting under the window pressing on his head.
"Well," call Jihan down, pat the guy on the shoulder.
Fauzan looked up with reddened eyes. Looking at Jihan, making her blood boil. Maharani and his descendants, made Fauzan growl in anger.
"Do you want to come here?!" jendak Fauzan glared sharply.
"Jihan would like to ask for help to pay the mother's hospital fee of 55 million, Dad. If not paid within three days, all treatment will be discontinued. And medical equipment was released from the mother's body" Jihan said in a sad tone.
"I don't care! He wants to die even if I don't care anymore! Get out of here!" berang Fauzan stood firmly pointing at the exit.
Jihan scrunched her forehead, her ears to buzzing so loud the voice of the father who boomed. She came back crying. "But, Dad. Please save mom, after all, I helped manage this company," said Jihan teary-eyed.
"I don't care!" yelled Fauzan once more. Both of his hands pushed Jihan's shoulders straight out of her room. His mood and mind were not good. Jihan's arrival only became an outlet for her anger.
"Bad fuck!" jehan cried and ran out.
When he was about to enter the elevator, his shoulders came into a very hard contact with someone. His body slammed onto the floor.
"Aaawwhh!“ jehan's groan held onto his shoulder.
"Sorry yes, intentionally!" the woman whose voice was familiar to her ears.
"Not touch. You should have bowed at my feet. Because soon I'll be your mother. Ahaha!" peek Jane laughed out loud.
Jihan widened her eyes. She grabbed Jane's hair hard. "Not your dream! After all, Fauzan is fit to be your father, not husband. Ohhh! The jalangg base!" jihan sneered at his former best friend.
"Whatever you say. There will be times when I step on you until you cry out for mercy. Ahaha!" threatening Jane turned around to walk gracefully into Fauzan's room.
Jihan was in disbelief, if only her eyes did not see for themselves directly. Jihan decided to go back again, walking very slowly. He tried to eavesdrop from behind the door.
And what is heard is beyond reason. The two men's friendly conversation caught Jihan's hearing. Even more and more, he increasingly heard strange sounds tickling his ears. Both of Jihan's hands clenched firmly. His blood was boiling.
Jihan put on her mask and ran out the back door. He believes the reporters are still after him. And sure enough, Jihan can fool the reporters.
"Sir, we're going to Isvara's residence!" pinta Jihan's.
"Well, Miss!" the driver then drove away from there.
The cold heat felt by Jihan, her chest pounding violently when she remembered Jane's words and a voice that was familiar to her. Because he was quite experienced in that, while with Hendra first.
Now Jihan arrived at Isvara's residence. After disembarking, he immediately ran into the house, breaking through his parents' room. Jihan ransacked the whole closet.
"Where did Dad keep his land certificate?" jihan's mumbling is still unloading the contents of his closet.
Jihan didn't find what she was looking for. But managed to find all his mother's jewelry. Jihan did not give up, now she turned to the workspace. There, Jihan also ransacked the room. From the table, drawers to undercarriage.
"Aiisss shit! I should be able to get it." Jihan ruffled pingang. His eyes are still around. After a while, Jihan finds a hidden safe.
His eyes were increasingly wide open, his lips curving into a grin. He crouched down and felt the steel square.
"How many passwords?" Jihan scratched her suddenly itchy head.
He began trying to enter the password of the birth date of his father, mother, Yenny, and his birth date, but failed. The door was still tightly closed and not moving.
Jihan pacing back and forth in Fauzan's study. It looks for important documents that should be used to be the unlocking of the safe. He was in a drawer that looked the most different, locked but fortunately the key was hanging.
Jihan never gave up, she opened it and it turned out to be about her memories with her first wife Fauzan and Khansa as a child. Jihan discovers Stefanny's identity, she tries to enter a password based on the woman's date of birth. And, click. The safe door opens.
"Huhuh? Jess!" exclaim Jihan with sparkling eyes.
In a hurry he entered all the assets that were there. He took some money, gold and also a certificate of land and building the house.
In a hurry, Jihan closed it again, asking the waiter to return to clean up Fauzan's room and workspace before leaving the house again.
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Hansen easily found out Emily's address without mention. Emily just scrunched her forehead. He thought, maybe knows because he's an artist. I don't know, Emily doesn't want to think about it. Along the way it felt bland, there was no talk of anything. That made the usually chatty girl a badmood.
"Thank you, Mr. Han ...." Emily wasn't done talking, but Hansen was out of the car.
"Well uh, where are you going, sir?" asked Emily to raise her eyebrows.
"Lake in!" point Hansen at the house.
"Who told you to stop by?"
"Nothing!" Hansen shook his head but continued to leave Emily.
Emily runs after him, pulling down Hansen's knit vest. "Wait on! Then why do you want to come in?" ask Emily managed to equalize the steps.
"Meet your parents!" hansen said as she broke her smile.
Connect~
SaLe where's Thor?
More break fast 😄
yah... satisfied, Tong!
Kemaleman yaa. I overslept.wkwkwkwk.
Gaskeundd yukk... Monday jan forgot to give me his vote. MAKSA 😆😆😆 Giftnya also can, seklasnya 😘