The way I love you
130 Wants to Reach
Honey, I'm home. Take good care of yourself.
Vean looked at the sky, which was parallel to him. Thinking first he and Dhea were also like this, went hand in hand with the joking and temptation of the girl.
Vean smiled, looking up at the sky from behind the plane window.
You are like snow, but you are like clouds.
Vean arrived in Jakarta, immediately went to a boarding house that felt lighter for him.
"Mom, I'm home" Vean said to the hostess. The man hugged dsn kissed the back of the boarding mother's hand, named Dahlia.
"I brought some things for Mom."
Being the only place to confide in Vean, making them familiar, like their own mother and son.
"Mom made you your favorite food."
"Where?"
Shamelessly, Vean headed straight for the dining table. Vean liked this food, as Dhea liked it too.
Just an omelet with chili and onion slices, and sweet soy sauce on top of hot rice.
Vean wiped his tears.
It would be great if you were here. Now I can understand why you can always be cheerful. Your life is free, there is no need to think about the wishes of parents who are not in accordance with your heart.
"More, Mum."
"vegetable. Don't dry it so."
"No, it's bitter."
"Dhea will eat it, while imagining your face. He said, this bitter melon is suddenly as sweet as honey when imagining you."
Vean choked on his own meal, then snorted. He ate the bitter melon, imagining Dhea's face.
"It's sweeter than honey."
Dahlia laughed, in her heart she also missed Dhea a lot. Where is that girl?
"You must be very tired, just eat rest. I'll make boiled cassava for you."
Vean nodded, then went inside Dhea's room. He laid his body on the bed. The mattress, which is a Cinderella picture, feels very cool on the sturdy Vean body.
...💦💦💦...
Vean felt a thump in his heart. The man held his chest. Since waking up earlier, he had been feeling restless, but what was the cause, he himself did not know.
Arya today had permission not to go to the company or accompany the man anywhere. Vean was no problem, he himself was not too busy today either.
Vean opened his closet door, confused, what clothes should he wear?
"No."
They were in the hospital, doing visits and meetings of the hospital officials.
Vean's heartbeats are getting more erratic.
"Vean, what's wrong with you? Why keep holding your chest?" ask Friska worried.
"It's okay, Ma."
Vean looked around, as if he was looking for someone. It was like smelling the scent he was missing.
The scent was getting closer, and Vean was also trying to reach out to the scent.
A little more, his heart was pounding. His whole body felt trembling.
No, he doesn't want to lose anymore.
"Vean, what's wrong with you, anyway? Why is the road in such a hurry?"
Vean did not hear, his pace getting faster. He tried to reach out to the scent. Want to reach out and hold tight ....
Brucks
Vean's heart was beating even more, someone was standing before him with a pale face.
Dhea ....
Just as Vean was hugging the girl, someone called his name worriedly.
Aryans?
Wait a minute, what is this? So they know each other?
But .. if they know each other, then ....
Vean stared at what Arya was holding.
Plastic medicine.
Vean's confused. If Dhea and Arya know each other, even look familiar, what means Dhea knows that Arya has donated a kidney for her?
He could only see Dhea and Arya leaving, with the man's hand embracing Dhea's shoulder.
Aryan ... Aryan ... Aryan ....
Vean flinched, feeling that there was something he had forgotten.
A name that should not be foreign to him. Not because he knew Arya, but long before that, it seemed like the name had been mentioned.
