Bab 2
1074 Words
Joana is very stubborn. There was no one who could persuade her. Olive continues to contact Shane, hoping that he still hasn't given up on the relationship that broke up a week ago.
"Are you ready?"
Joana left when Anita picked her up. The stepmother smiled cynically, approached and whispered right in the princess's ear.
"Cheer up, Honey! Don't try to run away! You'll know the consequences if you mess with Peter and the Marvel Family."
Joana looked at Olive again, but her cousin was still busy on her cell phone. Joana was guided by Anita to go downstairs. All the banquets have been served, the beautiful decoration of the two-story house looks luxurious and attracts the admiration of the invited business partners.
"You are so beautiful, Honey!"
Joana smiled bitterly. Leonard, her father, hugged her. Next, his steps approached the beautiful woman beside him. Viola, her aunt, her father's sister-in-law.
"I always wish you all the best, Jo. You must be happy. You look very beautiful tonight," Viola praised while smoothing Joana's wavy hair that fell to her shoulders.
Anita begins to take control of the party with Lucky, her husband's younger brother. Anita also approached Daniel, her son who was enjoying wine with his friends.
"That's Peter!"
Olive witnessed the engagement ceremony going according to plan. The two great families combined business strengths in a marriage bond.
"You are beautiful tonight, Joana. But still prettier when you lied in bed with me," whispered Peter mischievously right in front of his fiancé.
Joana just forced a smile, then let the world know that this man had a ring on her finger. Shane is her former lover, her past love, Peter who becomes the next line of destiny.
Olive looked at her painfully, then went down to approach the atmosphere of the event. It didn't matter that since earlier, Daniel had shone his light from head to toe, Olive just wanted to approach Joana and strengthen her.
"I want to talk, Joana!"
Joana shook her head, refusing to go with Olive when Peter smiled and put his strong arms around his fiancé's waist.
"Let's go there, Honey! Let me introduce you to Mister Yuan, who will henceforth be an investor in my company."
Pride exchanged for business. It was very common among some wealthy people who were chasing position and power.
Olive feels sorry for Joana's life map that the Leonard Family has designed. Moments later, her cell phone rang and a series of messages appeared on the screen.
[Edelweiss Hospital, room 312. Shane had an accident, last night.]
Olive was surprised. "No wonder Shane couldn't be reached."
Unable to approach Joana, Olive tucked up her dress so she could run away from the party. She immediately went to the hospital to find out information about Joana's ex-boyfriend.
"Why are you guys being like this?" She grumbled.
Olive looks for the room according to the message on the cell phone. Her steps slowed just as she arrived in front of the infirmary. A doctor just came out after examining a patient.
"How's it going, Doc?" asked Olive while looking to the left where Shane had been lying there.
Bandage wrapped around the side of his head, as well as IV needles connected from his wrist. Also some wounds scratched his handsome face. Olive felt very concerned.
"His injuries are not too worrying, just a few injuries so he still needs to be hospitalized."
"He hit his head, didn't he, Doc? Is something serious?" asked Olive again, worried.
"Mild concussion and currently recovering. Next, he just needs to rest. His brother just came out."
The doctor left, leaving a confused look on Olive's face. Her very pretty outfit with a lilac dress resting on white stilettos caught the attention of the hospital occupants. Of course she didn't think about changing clothes in the midst of her worries.
'Brother? Who? Shane is an orphan from an orphanage, right?'
Olive looked into the ward, looked sadly at Shane who was still unconscious. She grabbed cell phone to send message to Joana.
[Shane had an accident.]
Half an hour passed, even though a blue tick appeared on the chat message, Joana was reluctant to show her sympathy by returning a bit of attention.
“You are too much, Joana!” snorts Olive.
The door opened, drawing Olive's attention to a tall man with piercing eyes. The figure approached the side of Shane's bed. Olive had never seen that person in all the time she had known Shane.
"Who are you?" asked Olive, curious.
"None of your business. And now, make sure your friend doesn't bother Shane again. As soon as he wakes up, I'll take him to England."
His sharp eyes silenced Olive. If Shane went that far, wouldn't his and Joana's love story really end?
*
Blood trickled down from the side of Shane's palm when he accidentally grabbed the edge of the broken figure. Staring hatefully, crushing the photo of him and Joana which for him was a nightmare.
"I hate myself for not being able to hate you completely, Joana."
Shane sat leaning against the wall of his rented house. The pain is meaningless. Losing Joana and her betrayal was much painful. It's even been two weeks since he was released from the hospital, not a single line of messages worried about his ex-lover.
Cardboard boxes filled with items given by Joana have been neatly arranged. Shane wants to erase the trail of the woman so it's easy to forget her.
"Shane!"
Shane turned his head, looking cynically at the man who had been approaching him lately. He sat on the side of the couch lighting a cigarette butt from his pocket.
"I have prepared all your needs. Papa will definitely be happy to see you later."
Shane broke into a smirk, then got up and put the blood-stained photo in the box. Quickly he took a jacket hanging on the side of the wardrobe to cover his body that was not yet fully fit.
"He threw me in an orphanage since I was young. I have gone through many difficult things and I could survive with it even though I am alone. I think I can stay like this and don't need your family's presence anymore."
"Where are you going? Your condition has not fully recovered. You should be thoroughly rested before we leave for England.”
“Mind your own business, Reiner!”
- Writer
