"Eat."
Glara's forehead furrowed upon hearing Bhuvi's sudden invitation to eat. "You haven't been focused on the concept discussion from the beginning. I think it's because you're suppressing your hunger."
Glara grimaced in embarrassment; she was indeed hungry, having not eaten anything since noon. Earlier, Glara had intended to order zuppa soup for herself and Gama, but everything went awry with Damian's arrival, ruining her mood.
"Eat first, Glara. You can get sick if you often ignore your meal times. Go ahead, let Grandpa take care of Gama here," Louis instructed his only granddaughter to accept Bhuvi's invitation.
Finally, Glara nodded, following Louis's orders. She grabbed her phone and walked following Bhuvi's brisk steps. In no time, Glara and Bhuvi arrived at the hospital cafeteria. They scanned the room, looking for an empty seat. "Over there," they both said simultaneously, pointing to an empty table in the corner of the room.
Glara and Bhuvi nodded and walked towards the table they had chosen earlier. Once there, a waiter came and handed them the menu book. Glara and Bhuvi read the menu options and, after making their choices, conveyed them to the waiter.
After the waiter noted down their order, they returned to their positions. Glara and Bhuvi, now seated at their chosen table, remained silent. No one initiated a conversation. Glara was busy scrolling through her social media accounts, while Bhuvi was engrossed in unfinished office work.
Actually, Glara was intentionally scrolling through social media to distract herself. She was curious about the man sitting in front of her. Glara felt familiar with his face and body, but she didn't have the courage to ask.
Until a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Is he still bothering you?"
"Him?" Glara asked, putting her phone away, and so did Bhuvi.
"The man you met at the restaurant the other day."
Glara suddenly remembered the events a few days ago, where she met Damian and Martha, along with the insults from her ex-husband. "You're that man?" Glara asked, recalling the man who saved her from Damian's slap.
Bhuvi nodded briefly. "So?"
"He came this morning."
"That's why Gama had a relapse?" Bhuvi guessed, and Glara looked up, her brown eyes meeting Bhuvi's gray ones.
The woman nodded and said, "I'm not sure what Damian did to Gama before to make him so scared. I'm waiting for the right time to ask Gama what he's been through."
Bhuvi nodded shortly. Their food order arrived. Both of them quietly ate, only the clinking of utensils against plates breaking the silence. After finishing, Glara and Bhuvi immediately returned to Gama's room. However, from the doorway, Glara overheard a conversation inside the son's room.
"What's wrong?" Glara asked, approaching her son's bed.
Louis and Gama's personal doctor looked at her. Louis rubbed Glara's shoulder, and both of their faces looked tense and unfriendly. "What's wrong, Grandpa?"
"Earlier, Gama was delirious. He seems frightened and in pain." Glara squinted in disbelief, her brown eyes shifting to her son, now sleeping with tear stains on his cheeks.
"We're concerned about his mental condition, ma'am," the doctor added, wearing a worried expression.
Glara's shoulders weakened further; she felt truly powerless when it came to Gama. "What should we do?" Glara asked after gathering all her strength.
"We need to contact a psychologist and examine in more detail the reasons and causes. So we can determine the right treatment," the doctor explained.
"When can the psychologist come here?" Glara hurriedly asked.
The doctor sighed heavily; his face showed a sense of guilt. "I apologize, ma'am. The psychiatrist at our facility won't be available for the next two weeks."
Glara closed her eyes upon hearing the doctor's explanation. "I'll try to contact some other psychologists. Hopefully, Gama can meet with them soon."
After bidding farewell to Glara and the others, the doctor and several nurses left Gama's room. Glara walked to the chair next to Gama's bed, gripping Gama's fingers tightly as she held back her tears.
"This is my fault, Glara, Grandpa. This is all my fault!" Glara said with a hoarse voice.
Louis could only remain silent, one hand rubbing Glara's back and the top of her head. "From the beginning, Glara should have listened to Grandpa's advice. And Glara shouldn't have left Gama alone with that bastard!"
Glara bowed her head; she cried silently, only her trembling shoulders revealed her distress. Glara bit her lower lip to suppress her sobs, not wanting to disturb Gama's sleep.
"I have an acquaintance who is a good psychologist in this city. If you don't mind, I'll try to contact them," Bhuvi broke the silence in Gama's hospital room.
Glara and Louis looked at Bhuvi intently. "I'm sorry if I'm being presumptuous," Bhuvi said, bowing her head slightly.
Suddenly, an arm patted her shoulder, and she was stared at with an expression that couldn't be interpreted. Bhuvi's gray eyes shifted to Glara, who was also looking at her. "Bhuvi, sorry for the trouble," Louis said with his hand still resting firmly on Bhuvi's shoulder.
Glara stood up from her seat, the atmosphere that was previously quiet and emotional now became more tense. Bhuvi regretted her earlier words; she shouldn't have meddled so deeply in her colleague's affairs. "I'm sorry for being forward. Please disregard what I said earlier," Bhuvi said, bowing her body slightly.
Bhuvi stepped back, intending to leave Gama's room. However, her steps stopped when Glara called her.
"Bhuvi, wait!"
"Can you connect me with that psychologist?" Glara said hopefully.Bhuvi paused for a moment, but in the next moment, he smiled and nodded. He then contacted the psychologist. Glara watched as Bhuvi spoke to someone on the phone. Meanwhile, Glara and Louis waited anxiously for news from Bhuvi."Thank you, doc," Bhuvi said, ending the phone call.Bhuvi looked up, and his eyes met Glara's hopeful gaze. "Tomorrow morning, the psychologist will come here," he said. Glara breathed a sigh of relief at Bhuvi's words."Thank you, Bhuvi." Bhuvi nodded and smiled faintly.As the day progressed, the sun had set, casting a yellowish glow. Glara now sat alone, accompanying her son who was still asleep due to the calming medication given a few hours ago. Louis and Bhuvi had already left, leaving Glara there.A brief sound on her phone diverted Glara's attention from her so
"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