The tight escort of one of the French military soldiers, it is very difficult for the opposing party to penetrate. Seen from the top of the building next to the hospital, a spy from the allied forces was looking for the man lying weakly on the hospital bed. the sound of the heart detection machine, still clinging to the chest of the man who was still protected by his status.
"Honey, I'm going home first. It's morning, you just stay here. Our bread will be produced in a few minutes, the shop must also open," Pierre embraced Anelle.
Anelle gently stroked her husband's face, "Yes, go home. Be careful, don't let us fall asleep here. However, I will take care of our child until he wakes up according to the orders of the General Herald Tribune."
Pierre nodded, he left the treatment room. Previously, those sad eyes stared at the beloved son, "Be aware son, I love you very much."
Anelle just embraced her husband affectionately, not wanting to be lost in sadness, "I love you Pierre."
Pierre turned around, kissed Anelle's forehead tenderly, "I love you too."
Pierre left the hospital at a fast pace. Without wanting to mince words with the hospital, who bowed respectfully to him. His stern, yet handsome face showed that he was a calm father figure.
It didn't take long for Pierre to arrive at his bakery. all employees work according to the procedures they have agreed upon. His tired face was clearly visible because his eyes only looked in one direction.
"Master, are you all right?" Leonal, Pierre's confidant, approached his master.
Pierre nodded "Yes, I'm fine. looks like just a lack of sleep, tired of taking care of my son."
Leonal understood, he helped Pierre prepare all the production materials for their bakery.
After a few hours of their usual activities, a young man entered Pierre's bakery. pointed out all his orders, without saying much. His eyes fell on Pierre who was sitting limply in the corner of the room.
"How much is the total?" the grown man asked Leonal.
"All 85 euros, sir," Leonal replied politely.
An adult man clad in military uniform bearing the symbol of a foreign country gave the exact money, without expecting to wait for the change.
"Thank you sir, for your visit," Leonal gave his order.
The grown man took orders from Pierre's bakery, with curiosity. The cold face instantly conversed a little familiarly with Leonal.
"How did you guys develop this bakery, doesn't this shop look deserted?" The man opened the paper bag that Leonal had given him.
Leonal just smiled faintly, "We already have a special subscription sir, several hotels order bread from us and they are the best customers so far."
Hearing Leonal's explanation, the man became even more enthusiastic about listening to Pierre's employees.
"Does the old man have a son?" The man asked probingly.
Leonal just smiled, "We are his sons, sir," Leonal's answer made the man in front of him reluctant to ask again.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Your bread is very good. I hope to be the best customer here," he left Pierre's bakery.
The most delicious bakery in the city of Marseille, which is the second largest city in France and has a mix of residents and diverse cultures, very impressive for those who choose to live there. Pierre chose to leave Leonal, to rest on the top floor where the middle aged man was most comfortable with his family.
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While in the VIP treatment room of the famous and best hospital in the city of Marseille, Pierre and Anelle's favorite son began to move his hands again.
heard the deep voice of Anelle's only son calling her name, "Ma-ma-Mami," she moaned stuttering and very quietly.
Anelle as the son's biological mother, approached him, "Mommy is here dear, wake up son, Mami misses you."
"Hmmmm," his son tried to open his eyes.
Anelle looked at the handsome face of her beloved son, "Hold on dear, Mami is here. Mami call the doctor, OK. You have to endure," he kissed the back of the only child's hand.
anelle reached for the main button, which was not far from the head of the son who was in the French state military status, "Doctor, my son is awake. Please come here immediately."
Anelle continued to stare intently and gently wiped the tears that flowed from the corners of her beloved son's eyes, "Slow down, open your eyesPatrick's doctor will check on you, honey."
Anelle's tears of happiness flowed unnoticed, seeing her only son struggling to open his eyes even though he was bruised and impossible.
doctor Patrick and one of the female nurses entered the room in a hurry, "how are you madam, is your son awake?"
Patrick asks his nurse assistant for further investigations, trying to save the owner of the military's greatest secret to protect their country.
"Madam, we are going to do something a little bit, maybe it will hurt your son a bit, I beg you, just sit on the sofa," Patrick asked Anelle not to see what they were about to do.
anelle backed away, a little worried, hearing the action they were about to take on her son, "Jesus, save my son. I beg of you."
sure enough, Patrick spit out a lot of blood that clots in the chest so the handsome man can breathe easily, "give a blood transfusion O negative two bags, immediately!"
Solenne carried out Patrick's orders swiftly, warmed the prepared blood, took a syringe to pierce the vein of the handsome man before her. Slowly the beautiful nurse stabbed the syringe into the sturdy arm of the international military force, without any fear.
"Aaaaaaaagh," the man's bruised eyes suddenly opened and stared intently at the girl who had stuck a syringe in her vein.
Solenne was still doing her job of taking swift action, so that the man could breathe normally, "hold on sir, hold on."
as soon as Solenne's soft hand was pushed away from his strong hand, "don't touch me," she grumbled with her lips still pursed.
Patrick immediately gave a sedative injection so the military troops did not fight back, because of the feeling of pain.
without any significant resistance, Anelle's and Pierre's sons floated up again, their lips slurred at all the obscure names.
"Daniel, Da-Da-Daniel, where's Solenne!" His lips grew dry to speak.
Patrick looked at Solenne "do you know her Miss?"
Solenne quickly shook her head, going on with her work, as Doctor Patrick had ordered, "I've only seen him two days. I don't know who he is and why he's in such a bad condition."
Patrick nodded in understanding, "Did he experience extraordinary shock, with the repeated blows that his opponent gave. Look, five bullets lodged in his body, but he was able to withstand the hot lead. If I were him, he would probably have died on the spot. ."
Solenne just smiled faintly at Patrick's words, while pumping thick blood in the athletic man's body, "Hopefully after this, he can come to his senses and be able to interact with his parents."
Anelle heard a voice from behind the curtains of her son's room, only agreeing to all the words of the nurses and doctors who treated her son.
"Hopefully my son will be fine, after this," Anelle prayed silently.
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