FORBEARANCE [Afgan & Rossa]

Chapter 9: Critical times

*At Afgan's home*

"Affan, come down for breakfast!", shouts his mother. "Okay, mom. I'm coming."

Three of them sits on the dining table, eating their breakfast. After a while, Affan's phone is ringing, which it break the silence at the time.

"Hello, Affan is speaking. Who is calling?"

"Hello, Mr. Affan. I am Doctor Zac. I need to talk to you about Afgan's condition."

"Oh.. w-why doctor? He is alright, right?"

"Hard to say, his condition is getting critical. He is now in unconscious condition."

"W-w-What doctor?! Please do anything until he gets better as soon as possible!"

"We will, Mr. Afran. We will do our best for him. I have to go now, hope you and your family come here as soon as possible as Afgan needs you guys right now."

"Okay, doctor. We will. Please keep me updated on Afgan."

"Sure. I have to hang up the call. See you soon."

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"Affan, what happened?!", asks his mom. "Mom, Dad, A-Afgan.. He is in..", says Affan stuttering. "What?!", asks the father and mother. "He is now in critical condition. We need to go there by today." says Affan. "Pack now, pack now!", says the father.

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Right before they get into the car, Ocha arrived in front of their house.

"Hello..eh? What's all with these bags and luggages? Where are you guys going?", asks Ocha.

"Ah, erh.., just going to a vacation, to somewhere peaceful place..", replies Affan.

"Why is this so sudden..? Why didn't you tell me earlier?", asks Ocha.

"What should I tell her ah.." says Affan's heart.

"Oh Ocha, this is just a few days trip and also last minute plan. Don't worry, we will be back soon", replies Affan's father.

"Oh.. o-", right before Ocha end her words, she saw something unexpected.

"S-s-scars on your face? Since when?", asks Ocha.

"Oh damn it.. Afgan why is she asking lots of questions at this kind of time?",  says Affan's heart.

"Oh, ahaha this scars under my eye? I accidentally.."

"Ocha, we are sorry but we have to go now as we might miss our flight. Take care and see you soon", says Affan's father.

"Afraid of missing your flight or... Afgan?, asks Ocha.

They frowned. They look at each other and stay silent for a while.

"Okay. We are going to London. Lets get into the car, go to your house and pack your things. We will go to London together", says Affan's father.

"Please, please don't say or ask anything. I, I mean WE will explain later", says Affan's mother.

Ocha shocked. She nodded and get into the car.