Not the Perfect Wife
210. S2 - Not in vain
The dorrr!
The gunshot sounds echoed. Blood flowed from Khairi's back, making the girl in his arms tremble. Some of the men entered the room and immediately subdued the Great. There was a fight. However, the enemy ended up losing as well.
While Khairi who was in the arms of Afrin began to droop. The girl could not resist the man's body until both of them fell on the bed
"You're not pa-pa, are you? You-you don't scare me. You should be fine or .. or I'll be so-so angry with you and won't want to .. see you," Afrin said trembling. His tears are flowing more and more.
"Don't cry .. I'm fine" Khairi said quietly.
Khairi's men are approaching. He checked the state of his boss, making sure that the man was okay.
"Come, Miss. We need to get out of here. Let my men raise Mr. Khairi. We need to get him to the hospital immediately."
Afrin nodded. Two people raised Khairi's body. The girl followed him from behind. They boarded the car and left the house for the hospital. Khairi and Afrin sat in the back. The girl did not want to be far from him.
"Miss please make sure Mr. Khairi is conscious" said Khairi's men who were in front.
Afrin nodded and began to ask Khairi to speak. He said whatever was in his brain, most importantly the man was still conscious and listening to him.
"May I ask you something?" suddenly Khairi opened his voice. It was very slow, but Afrin could still hear it.
"What's? Just say it," replied Afrin.
"Will you open your heart for me? I know you don't have any feelings for me, but let me try to melt your heart. You don't have to do anything. Just open your heart. Let me engrave my name there," said Khairi very slowly making Afrin feel very guilty.
All this time he thought Khairi was just messing with his feelings, but now the girl could see the sincerity of the man.
"As long as you are well, I will open my heart to you" Afrin said sincerely making the man smile.
On the way, Khairi felt his body cold. He shivered while hugging his own body. Afrin who could not bear, immediately hugged the man. However Khairi was like this because it helped him.
That girl owed her life. Though all this time he was always cynical, but Khairi was still good to him. Afrin would never forgive herself if anything happened to the man.
"You should be fine. Please," whispered Afrin.
Not long after they arrived at the hospital. A nurse brought a gurney closer to the car. Soon his men picked up Khairi and they took him to the hospital. Afrin continued to follow with dripping tears.
Khairi was taken into an ICU room. Afrin and Khairi's men could only wait in front of the room uneasily. The girl's lips did not stop begging the Creator to save the man.
"Miss, this is drink, there is also bread to fill your stomach. I'm sure you haven't eaten yet" said someone who had just arrived handing over a bag of crackles.
"I'm not hungry."
"But you have to keep eating it. Otherwise, Mr. Khairi would be very angry at us for treating his lover so badly."
Afrin accepted it. Actually the girl wanted to deny that she was not Khairi's lover, but seeing the man's state like this, her tongue felt like it was a joke to say something. Afrin also ate the bread to appreciate people who had been attentive to him.
It wasn't long before Emran and Yasna came. They got word from his men that Afrin had been found and was in the hospital.
"Afri!"
"Mother!"
Yasna immediately hugged her daughter. She was so grateful that Afrin was okay. Previously the woman was very worried if the perpetrator committed violence or other things that she could not imagine.
"I'm fine, Mother, but Khairi ..he was shot while helping me," Afrin replied with tears.
"We pray together, may he be okay?" yasna wanted to calm her daughter.
He had heard the news too. Emran told me that she was very lucky that Khairi saved her daughter. Even with a life bet. Yasna would do anything to repay the man's kindness.
"Did Great do something to you, honey?" ask Emran.
Afrin only shook her head in response. He did not want to tell about the incident for now. Now all that matters is Khairi's safety. Great problem let the police take care of it.
"We'd better sit down first" said Yasna, who was taken by Afrin.
They sat in front of the ICU. Afrin hugged her mother as well as Yasna. They don't seem to want to be separated. That incident scared them.
Not long before the door opened. The doctor was followed by a nurse. Everyone immediately approached, wanting to know how Khairi was doing.
"How's Khairi doing, Doctor?" ask Afrin.
"We've got the bullet out. The patient is still unconscious, but he is fine. We still have to see the progress later."
"Can I see him, Doctor?" ask Afrin.
"Later, after the nurse moved him to the inpatient room."
"Thank you, Doctor."
"Together, we'll excuse you first" said the doctor, who was taken by Afrin.
It was not long before a nurse pushed the gurney occupied by Khairi. The man appeared to be asleep on his side because the wound he received was on his back. Afrin, Yasna, Emran and Khairil's men followed him from behind. They headed for a room that would be where Khairi was treated.
The nurse moved Khairi to the bed and checked everything.
"Sorry, Sir. Has Khairi's parents not been told?" yasna asked Khairi's men who followed her.
"Mister Khairi's parents are abroad. I dare not preach it either. That's not my right. Let Mr. Ivan take care of it."
Yasna nodded. He did not know who the Khairi family was. Let them take care of it.
Two nurses left the room. Afrin sat beside Khairi's bed. He wanted to be by the man's side until he came to his senses. Yasna and Emran were sitting on the sofa.
While Khairi's men choose to stand at the door, ensuring the safety of his superiors. He had already informed Ivan of what had happened to Khairi. Both superiors said that today will also go home because their cooperation has also succeeded.
Ivan was angry at his men for being considered impious, but after hearing the stories of his men, he smiled because Khairi's struggle was not in vain. Even though he had to risk his life, there was at least some kindness behind it.
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