GIRL IN RED
CHAPTER 390. SILLYWOMAN
That afternoon at the house of Harimurti, the butler was in a hurry to enter Dion's room and soon came out holding a bag and walking hastily. Joana who had just entered the house carrying a few flower stalks furrowed her eyebrows seeing the butler handing the bag to the bodyguard.
“What's up? Why do you guys seem to be in such a hurry?” joana looked at the butler.
“Eh…..Miss Joana! Don't you know yet that Mr. Harimurti is in the hospital.”
“Ap--what? Dion's in the hospital? Wh why? What's he sick?”
The butler looked at Joana's expression on the face that looked pale and anxious.
“Eh…..Mr. Harimurti is sick and he has a stomach ailment! Precisely an intestinal infection, so he never ate spicy food. But since Master appreciates Miss who has already cooked she ate all the food that Miss gave her this morning. And earlier said the doctor if the condition this time severe and must be done surgery.”
“Akhhhh!” Joanna covered her mouth with both hands. His eyes widened in disbelief at what he had just heard. Guilt also perched in his heart, with a reflex he put the flowers he had just picked in the side garden. Then rushed up to the top floor. Joana quickly cleansed her body and changed clothes.
Before coming out of the room, Joana grabbed her bag and half ran down the stairs. He even ignored the butler who called out to him. His worries were mounting and he felt very guilty for having bullied Dion this morning.
“Quick get me to the hospital.” command Joana to the driver.
Thirty minutes later, Joana arrived at the hospital and got out of the car. After getting where Dion was from the driver, he rushed towards the fifth floor. As he was just getting out of the elevator, he saw on the left were some of Dion's bodyguards who used to escort him.
‘It must be his room. They were all gathered in front of the bathroom door.’ he murmured in his heart. With quick steps he walked towards the door. As soon as the guards saw Joana coming, they saluted her and opened the door for her.
“Mr Harimurti is still under the influence of anesthesia. Maybe in an hour he'll be conscious. Please Miss come in.” said one of the bodyguards who opened the door for her. After Joana was in the nursery, both eyes felt hot and unknowingly her tears dripped.
He walked slowly towards Dion who was lying quietly on the bed. Joana could see how pale the man's face was and the hose he had attached to his body. Joana's hand squeezed her chest which hurt looking at Dion's current condition. Slowly he put the bag on the table and got closer to Dion.
Shakingly his hand touched Dion's hand while sobbing. “Dion, I'm sorry! I have no intention of hurting you by cooking spicy food for your breakfast!” Joana spoke while wiping her tears. “Why are you so stupid as Dion? You know that you can't eat spicy food but why do you still eat it?”
Joana continued to mutter softly while holding Dion's hand. Sometimes he wiped his tears without letting go of his hand with Dion's hand.
“Dion, please wake up! Don't scare me! I'm sorry and I promise I'll never do you again! I will be kind and obedient to you.”
One thing Joana did not know was that Dion had been conscious since then but just as she was about to open her eyes, she heard Joana crying and started talking to herself. Dion's curiosity grew bigger and he closed his eyes again while continuing to listen to Joana's chatter which made him have to hold back a laugh.
‘Why is this kid so funny? He dared to promise to always obey me? Um...it looks like it's getting interesting! He also said he would take care of me and take care of me? Haha Joanna…..Joana....it turns out that easy to trick you? But you started it! We'll see where the groove is.’
Dion who listened to all of Joana's curses could only hold back her smile. ‘Alright Joana because this is your promise! Then I alone will make you take care of me every day.’ Dion speaks again in his heart and begins to devise a plan to avenge Joana.
After an hour or so he listened to Joana's complaints and curses. Dion who could not stand it anymore slowly opened his eyes.His hands felt numb as a result of being grasped by Joana.
"Dion.....Dion....are you conscious? Don't move yet. Let me call the doctor." Joana frantically removed her hand from Dion and pressed the button next to the bed.
Not long after the inpatient room door was wide open. A male doctor came in and two nurses behind him. Joana immediately gave the doctor room to examine Dion.
'Is this girl Mr. Harimurti's fiancee?' the nurses muttered in their hearts. For a moment they glanced at Joana who looked young and different from Dion Harimurti.
"Doctor how is he? Is she okay?" joana asked impatiently in a voice full of worry.
"Mr Harimurti had a problem with his intestines a long time ago. Spicy food can worsen his health. I hope Miss can take care and take care of Mr. Harimurti's health in the future."
The doctor noticed Joana's facial features and he could only sigh deeply. If it wasn't for Dion Harimurti's threat, he wouldn't have done anything beyond his senses today.
'Is this girl how much Lord Harimurti loves her? But he's so young! People falling in love is weird! To make a scene one hospital!' the weakness in the heart.
"Alright doctor. I will remember! Thank you." Joana said guiltily. After the departure of the doctor and the two nurses, the room fell silent.
Neither Dion nor Joana spoke. Dion only glanced at Joana once in a while while smiling faintly. "Why are you quiet?"
"Ehem.....Dion, I promise I'll take good care of you. I'll cook for you!"
"No need! I'm afraid the next time I eat your cooking, I'm dead!" dion sarcas.
"No..no! I'll make you some good food."
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THE PLAQUE!
“Basic useless women! What use do you buy expensive from that place if work alone is not becus!” said a fat man with a greasy face. He stared at the beautiful woman who was picking up broken glass on the floor.
“Make sure there are no small fractions left!”
The woman could only remain silent as her gnashing jaws held back the anger. How can her life as a rich daughter of the Lavani family change in just minutes. He picked up the broken glass and put it on a small tray. ‘Basic ugly old man! If it wasn't for me wanting to get out of that hell, there's no way I'd seduce you.’
Zivanna is no longer working in that underground bar. That ugly-faced fat man who took Zivanna out of that abject place.