"I'm sorry to surprise you," he said apologetically.
Glara nodded and quickly freshened up in the bathroom. Shortly after, Glara emerged from the bathroom looking much fresher than before. She approached Bhuvi, who was sitting on one of the sofas in Gama's room.
"What do you need?" Glara asked.
"I've brought a psychologist who will handle Gama. Currently, she's discussing with Gama's personal doctor here," Glara nodded, listening to Bhuvi's explanation.
Glara then moved to pour black coffee that was already prepared in an electric kettle in the hospital room. She handed it to Bhuvi. "Please have some first." Bhuvi nodded and took a sip of the coffee Glara gave her.
Glara and Bhuvi engaged in a brief discussion about the progress of the care project they were working on. Glara presented the concept she had worked on overnight, while Bhuvi prepared the budget plan. They deliberatel
"Where to?" Bhuvi smiled and invited Glara to meet with her personal doctor.Glara followed Bhuvi's footsteps as she continued walking ahead. Until their steps stopped in front of a white room. Bhuvi knocked on the door, and a nurse welcomed Glara and Bhuvi with a friendly smile."I would like to meet with Dr. Shapire." The nurse nodded and then ushered Glara and Bhuvi into Dr. Abel's room.Dr. Abel stood up and greeted Glara and Bhuvi. He invited them to sit down and asked, "Is there anything that needs to be discussed?"Bhuvi nodded, while Glara remained silent, not knowing the purpose of Bhuvi's invitation to meet with Dr. Abel. "When can we take Gama home?""We will conduct further examinations this afternoon, sir. I can only make a decision after the results are out," he explained with a friendly face and a thin smile lining his wrinkled face.Glara and
"Uncle Bhuvi, your mom's friend. You can call me Uncle Bhuvi." Gama nodded, though he seemed a bit uncomfortable. Glara felt a slight sense of relief because her son was willing to interact with someone other than her and Louis."Glara, I'll excuse myself for a bit," Uncle Bhuvi said to Glara. Glara simply nodded and gave a faint smile. "Hey handsome, Uncle's going to leave now. We'll meet again soon, get well soon!" Uncle Bhuvi said to Gama, who was still stealing glances at him."Take care, Uncle," Gama replied softly. Uncle Bhuvi smiled upon hearing Gama's words, as did Glara. She didn't expect Gama to say such a thing to Uncle Bhuvi, whom he had never met before.Uncle Bhuvi then left Glara and Gama in the room. After Uncle Bhuvi's departure, Glara tried to engage Gama in play, using a similar approach to what Uncle Bhuvi had done earlier. Now, a beautiful scene unfolded in the hospital room.Gla
“Uncle Bhuvi didn't come here?" Glara was shocked to hear Gama's question. She couldn't believe that her son was actually looking for someone else. "Uncle Bhuvi is... ." "Uncle Bhuvi is here‼" Bhuvi exclaimed from the door of the room. Gama smiled happily upon seeing Bhuvi's arrival, contrasting with Glara and Louis, who were surprised by Gama's behavior. "Wow, the little hero is allowed to go home now?" Gama nodded, for some reason feeling comfortable around Bhuvi, even though he had just met the much older man. "Look what Uncle brought," Bhuvi said, raising his hand, which held a large paper bag. "What's in there, Uncle?" Gama replied, looking at Bhuvi with curiosity. "Try opening it yourself." Bhuvi then handed the paper bag to Gama, who was still sitting on his bed. With enthusiasm, Gama started to open the paper bag given by Bhuvi, but suddenly his small hands stopped, and he looked towards Glara and Louis. Gama seemed to be seeking permission from the other two in the room.
Glara shook her head. "Grandpa just doesn't want it; he thinks you're not competitive." "I think Glara's decision is correct, Mr. Louis. The Norush Group has a concept that's too outdated. There is no improvement, and some of the company's projects I worked on ended up unclear. The budget plans are also not transparent." Louis looked surprised to hear Bhuvi's account. "Why is that so? Before the change in leadership, the company was excellent in handling each project." "Because the leader can't do anything except cheat," Glara replied, silencing both Bhuvi and Louis. "Indeed, Damian can't do anything. Luckily, you're free from him," Louis remarked. Glara didn't respond to Louis's words; she just stayed silent while playing with her phone. The atmosphere in the car became quiet again, with only the faint sound of the radio. An hour had passed in their journey, yet they hadn't reached the hotel. Glara's stomach growled involuntarily, and Bhuvi, who was also hungry, immediately look
“What are you doing here, Damian?” the woman replied, looking at Damian questioningly.Damian smiled faintly and then pulled the woman in the red dress into a quieter hallway. He confined the woman's body with one hand. "Issabella, my ex, you are so beautiful tonight!”Issabella blushed, smiled, and stroked Damian's chest. "You followed me here?"Issabella was Damian's ex-girlfriend before he met Glara. They were forced to end their relationship because Isabella had to follow her parents to move across the country. Damian was stunned by Issabella's body shape, which was much more attractive than Martha's. Because he consumed too much alcohol, Damian started to lose his mind.He scraped the distance between his lips and Issa, and soon Issa felt a chewy object pressing against his lips. Because the atmosphere was getting hotter, Damian picked up Issa and took her to one of the rooms a
"Actually, why did Gama accept you?" Glara asked, looking puzzled.Bhuvi smiled and said she didn't know why Gama behaved that way. Honestly, Bhuvi didn't expect Gama to accept her so easily. Glara sighed upon hearing Bhuvi's answer, and she continued to gaze out of the car window."Why did you buy painting supplies?" Glara remembered Bhuvi's gift to her son."Because Gama likes it."Bhuvi's brief answer didn't satisfy Glara. She continued to press Bhuvi to be straightforward about why she bought them. Bhuvi finally sighed and said, "Because, as far as I know, drawing can reveal someone's inner feelings. Who knows, through painting, we might understand what Gama is really going through and what he wants to do."Glara felt slapped on both sides. After all, Glara, as Gama's mother, didn't know about this method. "No need to feel guilty. I already said I would help you."&nbs
Bhuvi quickly carried Glara and took her to her private car. Bhuvi appeared to be careful in carrying Glara, while Glara winced, holding back pain in her ankle. "Where's the nearest clinic?" Bhuvi asked the head of the region."Let me take you there, Sir." The man quickly mounted his motorcycle and led the way.Bhuvi tried to focus on driving, although she was worried about Glara's condition. "Sorry for troubling you, Bhuvi."Bhuvi shook her head. "Sorry for not taking care of you.""It's not your fault; I was just not careful earlier." Bhuvi remained silent. She then parked her car in the simple hospital parking lot.Bhuvi carried Glara again and took her to the emergency room. Their arrival was met by a nurse and a duty doctor, who quickly examined Glara's condition and asked Bhuvi to wait outside.Bhuvi complied with the nurse's instructions, standing in f
"Good.""Sure that's all?" teased Louis, looking at Glara, who turned her face away. "Actually, you two match. Grandpa would certainly approve.""Oh, come on, Grandpa. Glara, let's go inside," Glara deliberately avoided Louis; she agreed with his words, but she was afraid and embarrassed to admit it.Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days. It had been over a week since they stayed in the villa. Glara's foot had also improved significantly. The psychological condition of Gama was gradually getting better. The boy was getting closer to Bhuvi; they often spent time together, cycling in the afternoon, painting together, or even swimming.Today was Gama's schedule for a check-up at the hospital. Since morning, Glara had been getting ready with her clothes and Gama's. At exactly eight in the morning, Glara came out of the room with Gama by her side."Grandpa isn't coming?" G