A Thousand Flowers
Chapter 52's. Curious

GECK! GECK!

Shin Seo Hyun knocked on the door of Izzah's room. There is no lawfulness. He's knocked back. However, there was still nothing heard from inside Izzah's room.

“Is he still sleeping?”

Shin Seo Hyun glanced at her watch. At 6.30.

“Or she's gone?”

Feeling apprehensive, Shin Seo Hyun pushed the door slowly. Izzah fell asleep without changing position. Seeing that, Shin Seo Hyun walked up to the bed. He gently knelt the girl. Feels a little hot.

“Before he was fine. Uh! I should have accompanied her last night,” regrets Shin Seo Hyun, feeling a sense of carelessness.

Shin Seo Hyun walked down the stairs to the kitchen, then returned with warm water and a piece of cloth. He put the wet cloth on Izzah's forehead.

Shin Seo Hyun flicked through the window curtain in the room. Outside the window, even shimmer washed the leaves. Nun far above the horizon, mega overcast blocking the morning sun.

The streets seem empty. The cold drizzly morning air made people reluctant to leave the bed. Especially on this Sunday.

Izzah squirming. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt something wet clinging to his forehead. Thought that thing. His eyes narrowed to see a piece of compressed cloth in his hand.

Realizing he was not lying in his room, Izzah sprinkled a glance. His eyes fell on a man standing behind him by the window.

“Master Shin,” hiss Izzah shocked.

“You're up?” ask Shin Seo Hyun. He walked up to Izzah, as if he had clearly heard his name being called.

Izzah. His head feels a little dizzy.

“Ah!” Izzah almost collapsed while trying to get out of bed.

“Slow down,” said Shin Seo Hyun, holding Izzah's body.

“Sit down first! I'll make breakfast for you.” Shin Seo Hyun came out of the room.

Izzah sat on the edge of the bed. Gently rub his head. He felt helpless, losing most of his strength. He only remembered that he not only missed dinner, but had also fought in a condition where he should not be hit hard.

Yes, when menstruating, a woman should be very careful and avoid all forms of physical impact, especially in the abdomen. Izzah checked his arms and legs. There seem to be so many bruises. With a little energy left, Izzah tried to recover himself.

Shin Seo Hyun who was standing in the middle of the door with a piece of food and drink stopped her steps and turned back while watching Izzah concentrating. He hurried to put the tray on the table after hearing Izzah cough and stepped into the bathroom.

“Eat when you're ready! I'll be out for a while,” say goodbye to Shin Seo Hyun. Izzah glanced at his boss for a glance.

“Yes. Thank you,” Izzah said rather lethargic.

An hour later ….

Shin Seo Hyun got out of the car. Opening the trunk and unloading a suitcase, then carrying it to Izzah's room.

“Starting today you will stay here,” said Shin Seo Hyun. He put the suitcase on the side of the bed.

Izzah stopped the bribe. Feeling awkward.

“Did I ever say I'd stay here, sir? Please don't take my delirium when I have a fever!” sahut Izzah.

“No, but I decided,” asserted Shin Seo Hyun, making Izzah's forehead wrinkle.

“Should I explain all the reasons? I'm the director of the hospital where you work, feeling full responsibility for your safety,” Shin Seo Hyun said.

“I can take care of myself,” firmly Izzah while putting the spoon he held on an empty plate.

Izzah's answer provoked Shin Seo Hyun's emotions.

“This girl is really stubborn. I had to rack my brain to find a way to keep him from resisting,” thought Shin Seo Hyun, holding back his wrath and letting Izzah carry the tray containing the dirty dishes out of the room.

Shin Seo Hyun slapped her ass on the sofa. Waiting for Izzah to return.

Izzah snapped the tray he carried over the sink. He was arrogant because Shin Seo Hyun made a decision without his consent, especially in the house there was only Shin Seo Hyun.

“Stay home with, Director Shin? Just two? Wow, how could he have such a thought? What is the reason try?” nagel Izzah stood with a ruffled waist, as if speaking with a dirty glass in front of him.

Izzah bobbing head. Something he never imagined. In fact, even in a dream.

“Ah. From mumet, mending finish the dish as soon as possible,” thought Izzah.

After finishing her work, Izzah intends to climb back into her room. However, suddenly his eyes caught a door that was somewhat hidden in the corner of the kitchen. Curiosity dragged its steps to the door.

Slowly turn the key. Little difficult. It seems like the door has never been opened for a long time. There are already brown marks attached to the keyhole. Unyielding, Izzah tried again, again and again.

“Yes! Thank goodness!” hiss Izzah was overjoyed as soon as the door was successfully opened. Impatiently, he rushed out and closed the door without a sound.

Standing at the end of the terrace that seemed never to be touched by a broom, Izzah was stunned. In front of him lay a fairly large back garden. A large tree stood on the edge of the fence. A pond with a small bridge spanning both sides decorated the middle of the garden. Beside him was an unkempt gazebo. The shape is unique, surrounded by several plant pots at each corner.

A circular bicycle track around the garden, lined with low flowers of various kinds. The rumputans are spread wide with streams of rivers of rock and sand in several corners of the park.

Unfortunately, all the plants in the garden were blackish brown as if they had been burned.

“Why do those plants look dead?” ask Izzah, feeling weird.

“Isn't this park supposed to look beautiful in autumn?”

Regardless of the drizzle, Izzah followed his instincts, circling the park. The tall giant tree looming without leaves became Izzah's first destination. Up close, the tree looks much bigger.

Looking up as he soaked the raindrops that drenched his face, Izzah's hands gently stroked the tree trunk. Feel the rigors of dried gotu kola with the leaves that molt at each end of the twig.

“Poor tree. You must be suffering a lot with this condition. You should have survived for another thousand years,” whispered Izzah empathizing.

The raindrops kept falling from the dry branches, as if weeping for the fate of the tree and all the inhabitants of the garden. Izzah rubbed his face. Instantly his chest felt tight.

He fell down on the wet grass. Without her noticing, tears of sadness flowed profusely on both of her cheeks. Izzah could not understand why he felt as if his mind was tied to the tree. The necklace feels hot.

I don't know how long Izzah's been down there. Suddenly the raindrops no longer touched his body. Izzah. A black umbrella had shaded him.

“What do you do when it rains like this here?” ask someone, standing behind Izzah.

Izzah. The distance is so close that Izzah is not free to see the people who paddle him. Just looks like a pair of legs wearing ugly shoes in blue and matching color sports pants.

Izzah tried to stand up. A second later, however, it fell. Face pale. Lips turning blue. Fingers pucker. Quickly the man caught Izzah's body after throwing the umbrella he was holding.

“Stupid girl! You should know that ants often die of sugar,” he said he carried Izzah's body with both arms.

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