
Riko invites Chayra to sit down, waiting for the men to give news. Tidka may have been jostling with others who were scrambling for information.
"How's it?" ask Riko directly at the point when his men have returned from the information center.
"While no casualties have been found, the victims and crew are still in search and missing"
Chayra closed his mouth fan immediately ran to join the crowd in the information board that read the victims there. His body was squeezed, lucky Gibran who was behind him immediately caught his body.
"Marcell kakk" Chayra hugged Gibran's body tightly, Gibran immediately pulled Chayra away from there as many people also saw the information causing him and Chayra to collide with others.
"Sir, please take me to the crash site" Chayra told his men.
"But miss" the men turned to Riko and Gibran in turn to seek a decision.
"Alright" Riko resignedly as the chayra looked at him with a clear face, Chayra smiled knots then immediately ran towards the car even though her body was limp, Chayra did not care about it.
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Chayra tries to toughen up, she does not want to make the daddy and snag brother increasingly worried about his condition. Walking embraced by her brother, Chayra tightened her grip on the shirt Gibran was wearing when she saw many people being hit by the accident.
Some of the plane's belongings and debris have also been brought ashore to be evacuated, while no casualties have been found to date.
Chayra immediately walked over, looking at some of the items neatly lined up there. One by one the goods he saw and looked, hoping to get a clue to his search.
"K-sister" Chayra's hand trembled, picking up a jacket used by Marcell. Even the jacket was out of shape, torn apart by the explosion of the plane and the pounding waves.
"The strong yes" Gibran's task was to calm and comfort his younger brother.
"Sir is Marcell's jacket" Tears returned, his body squeezed and regained consciousness. Naturally, Chayra was very hit especially he did not have time to eat breakfast this morning because of the rush.
"You keep searching, immediately report to me if there is any development" Riko told his men.
"Good sir".
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It was almost midnight, there was no development at all. Chayra kept daydreaming and clutching her phone tightly, wishing Marcell well and telling her.
"Honey sleep first yes" whether it was how many times Imelda persuaded Chayra to close her eyes and rest but in vain, Chayra did not flinch or even answer her words.
"It's a pity that if Marcell sees you like this he will surely be sad" Imelda shed her tears and hugged her daughter's body. His heart was broken, seeing his daughter despair like this.
"Ara sleep first baby, daddy will try his best. Now you have to take care of your health so that later if Marcell comes back he is not sad about your situation" Riko who was originally sitting on the couch in Chayra's room immediately got up and stroked Chayra's hair.
"Marcell must be fine, right dad?" miris, Riko was only able to nod.
"Now rest yes dear" Imelda smiled as she looked at the nodding response from Chayra. Immediately spread his body and closed his eyes.
"Honey can I accompany Chayra to sleep here?" hearing Imelda's question made Riko nod in agreement.
"I'll sleep on the couch, wake me up if anything happens" Riko kissed his wife's forehead then went out of the room to pick up pillows and blankets and brought to Chayra's room to use the sofa bed.
"How's Ara dad doing?" Gibran who was just about to enter the room immediately asked the daddy when he accidentally saw the snag daddy coming out of Chayra's room.
"Yes, she's already asleep" Riko replied with her flat face.