My Bride, Amazing
Season 2 ~ Chapter 11: Mother is the Front Guard
The footsteps that echoed in the hospital hallways and the sound of Monica's screams caught the attention of Hansen, Leon and Khansa who were outside the room.
Hansen immediately got up from his seat, greeting his two future in-laws with a sad look. "Ma, Pa, sorryin Hansen," muttered the man bowing his head deeply.
"How did this happen, Han?" Frans asked now.
Hansen also admitted his delay in returning home, and despite his fears he also told her how Emily could choose to go home without waiting for him. Hansen didn't want them to know from someone else's mouth. With a gentleman he admitted everything.
Monica's blood instantly boils. His emotions were stirring, not accepting that his son was treated with such disrespect. Even though Emily was only an adopted child, Monica loved her as much as her biological child.
The middle-aged woman slapped a hard slap on Hansen's cheek. The handsome man still looked down while closing his eyes. He felt he deserved it. The numbness and pain in her cheeks began to feel.
"No one has the right to insult and insult my daughter! I can't accept that he's treated like that! No matter who they are. If Emily's okay, you're the first person I'll look for!" firmly Monica with sharp bulging eyes.
Mother, is the vanguard when her children are hurt. Even if you have to sacrifice life.
"Sorry, Ma." That's all Hansen said.
"Ma, relax. Let's see Emily's condition first!" Frans tried to calm his wife down, taking her into the room.
Monica pushed Hansen's chest violently. Wanting to beat the man to pieces because it was considered irresponsible. But this time seeing Emily's situation is more important.
The two middle-aged men opened the door and stepped slowly. There he saw a beautiful girl clutching Emily's fingers and staring at her. They looked at each other because they did not know the beautiful girl. Immediately extend the step and get closer to the patient's bed.
"Who are you?" monica asked staring in full search.
Jennifer was shocked, took off her hand and immediately stood up. His body bowed to greet Mr and Mrs Frans.
"Include, Om, Aunt. I'm Jennifer, Brother Hansen's sister," said Jen to a smile.
Monica did not reply again she immediately rushed to hug the body of Emily who lay weak with a pale face. Compared upside down when saying goodbye was about to go earlier.
Smell at the pretty girl's face, caress her affectionately. "If time could be turned back, Mama wouldn't let you go just now, dear," she muttered in a trembling voice hugging the fragile body of her daughter.
They soon followed Khansa who had entered the room first. The woman wearing the white suit gently touched Monica's shoulder.
"Auntie, no serious injuries. But, the incident triggered his trauma when the accident first," Khansa explained.
Monica straightened her body. He turned to look at Khansa, then hugged his daughter's best friend with sobs that grew louder. Still recorded clearly in his memory, how he found a little girl who cried screaming in fear under the backseat when there was a consecutive accident decades ago.
Coincidentally Monica did not become a victim, but precisely wanted to pass the path. He heard the cry of a little boy between a cramped and squashed car. Both of his parents died at the scene. And after being traced, they are immigrants who have no relatives. From then on, she decided to take care of Emily.
Khansa rubbed the woman's back slowly, hoping to calm her down a bit. "Auntie, calm down. I'm sure Emily can get through this. He's a strong boy" said Khansa who unconsciously also shed tears.
Monica stretched her arms. "Emily's with Bara, right? Then how's it going?" ask the woman to remember Emily's assistant manager.
"Just a small wound on his head, Bi. But ...."
"But what, Sa?" serobot Monica is impatient.
"Bara also suffered severe trauma. My guess is that he also had a big accident" Khansa said.
"What?! Where is he now, son?" ask Monica worried.
"There's a room next door, Bi. Let me drop off" Khansa asked to show the man's room.
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