Chapter 135 - These are tears of happiness (1/2)

Finland searched for Jean's manager's phone number which she received from Katia eight months ago. At that time, she called while she was still in Singapore and her call was rejected. She would try to call with her American T-Mobile number.

Hopefully this time they would pick up, she thought.

After the third ring, her call was picked up.

”Hello, I'm Jean's friend... and I'm very worried about Jean's condition, please tell me about his situation. I'm not a news reporter, my name is Finland, and I'm really his best friend. Tell my name to Jean, he can certainly confirm... ” Finland said hurriedly before they hung up the phone. ”My name is Finland... Just ask him...”

”Jean is asleep. Later when he wakes up, I'll ask.” Finally Jean's manager answered after a long pause.

”Please tell Jean that I'm very worried about him. I've moved to America. I'll go to Paris in a few months...”

”Alright, I'll tell him later.”

”Thank you...” Finland hung up the phone and fell to her chair with relief. She held her phone to her chest and tried to catch her breath that was panting from holding back tears.

Oh... finally Jean was really awake... Finland felt very relieved.

”Who are you calling? Why are you sad?” asked Anne, who was worried seeing Finland sitting with tears in her eyes.

”I was calling my friend...” said Finland, ”These are not tears of sadness, these are tears of happiness...”

”What happened?” asked Anne, not understanding.

”He just woke up from his coma.”

”Oh... thank God. Where is he?”

”He is in France. I can't go there now, I have to wait for my child to be born first...”

Finland was very happy because Jean was awake. She could not wait to hear news about him soon. Hopefully Jean could recover fully.

Every day Finland sent text messages asking about Jean's condition, but his manager no longer replied. Finally, three days later, with consideration that Jean must have improved and could be spoken to, she called back. After a dozen times calling, finally Jean's manager picked up her call.

”Hello, sorry, it's me Finland. Can I talk to Jean? Please give the phone to Jean, he will definitely want talk to me. He will be angry if you don't let me talk to him...”

A sigh sounded at the other end. ”Sorry, what's your name?”

”My name is Finland. Finland Makela. Jean found my father. He is my best friend. He must recognize me.”

”Uhm... Sorry, Miss. Jean says he doesn't know you.”

Finland, who was walking home on the sidewalk, suddenly trembled. She had to hold on to the wall because her legs felt too weak to stand up.

”No... no way... I'm his best friend ...” She sat down crying. Her cry made Jean's manager feel sorry.

He then said, ”Jean is here, I'll give him the phone. If you are his best friend, he will recognize you...”

”Oh... okay, thank you...” Finland wiped her tears and tried to sound calmer. Jean just woke up from a long coma, his mind might still be foggy.