Virgin for Santa

The footsteps of a young girl who looked beautiful with make-up that was starting to fade as tears streamed down her cheeks The woman named Kirana Maheswari immediately rushed into the elevator.

"All men are just the same. Damn it!" Kirana cursed. Then she forced her hand off of the man’s grip.

In the elevator, Kirana could only cry and contemplate her pathetic life. She really didn’t think she had gotten that bad luck. Even the person she hoped to be her husband betrayed her. The worst was that the woman who took her lover was her own best friend.

Then she wiped away the tears, but they continued to stream down like a melting glacier. Her hands trembled and clenched into fists, trying to hold back her aching heart as she remembered what had just happened.

The elevator opened, and she rushed to the taxi waiting in front of the apartment. She immediately got into a taxi and left.

In the middle of her contemplation, she headed home. Suddenly her phone rang—a call from her aunt. She directly accepted the call. Her feelings were uncertain at the moment, and she hid her sadness. She didn’t want her aunt to notice that.

"Hello, aunt. What is it?"

"Ana, come to the hospital now. Your grandma is in the Intensive Care Unit.

"Oh my god, I am on my way there, Auntie."

"Yes, Ana. Hurry up. The doctor wants to talk to you."

"Yes, Auntie."

Shortly after, she arrived at the hospital. She immediately stepped into her grandmother’s room after getting a call from her aunt. Her auntie hugged Kirana with tears that had not stopped.

"Auntie, what happened to Grandmother?" asked Kirana curiously

"The doctor will tell you everything. "Is the doctor in his office now?" asked Auntie.

Kirana walked away from the room after looking at her grandmother, who was still unconscious. She arrived at the doctor’s office. She looked curious and couldn’t wait for the explanation.

"Sorry, Doc, I’m Mrs. Indira’s family. What happened to my grandmother?" asked Kirana curiously. She looked at the doctor seriously, as if she couldn’t wait to hear the information from him.

"Mrs. Indira has stage 4 lymphoma."

"Oh my God", Kirana said wide-eyed, still unable to believe what she was just hearing right now. "Can she still survive?"

"Yes. We have to operate on the surgery as soon as possible. But…" The doctor stopped explaining.

"What’s wrong, Doc?" Kirana asked

The doctor looked back. From that look, it was obvious that the doctor was really hard on her about telling her that.

"The cost for the surgery is around $50 million. You have to sign this letter so that we can do the surgery on Mrs. Indira," the doctor asked.

Kirana read what was in the statement. The contents made her contemplate how to get that much money. While she had no savings at all, not even her salary at the restaurant would be enough to pay the bill.

"What should I do?" she mumbled to herself.

She seemed to be in a dilemma, and for a while she thought about the problem she was facing and how to solve it. She continued to stare at the letter.

"Is there any problem, ma’am?"

"It’s all right," she replied. "Give me some time to get 50 million."

"Okay, be fast. Don’t take it too long; it’s very dangerous for Mrs. Indira’s safety," said the doctor.

Kirana could only nod. She really couldn’t promise the doctor anything. She’s still thinking about how to get a loan for that.

Kirana then rushed out of the room. She approached his grandmother again in the room. She could not hold back the tears that fell again as she looked at her grandmother, who was still unconscious.