Flocking Payment
CHAPTER 72 - Misconceived

Absolutely not Cakra guessed if the intention of the heart to escort Ameera would end this whole time. Not just delayed because they talked quite important there, but the ridiculous tragedy that befell Zean.

How not to call it ridiculous? A chief director of MN Group who is famous for his arrival as the leader of the company ends up drenched in the gutter. Even more ridiculous, the main cause of his accident was to mistake and not master the terrain he was on.

The incident was quite attention-grabbing, once he knew the news about Zean, his extended family flocked to the hospital that night. With Papa Mikhail as a tongue connector, and it turns out to cause misunderstandings to make everything there express his frustration.

"Bab!! Do you know what kind of family we are? You said you needed blood.. I saw only wounds? You tricked me on purpose, huh?"

"Why are you following me mad, Syakil? Zean said he needed blood!!"

Can't take the blame of his sister, Papa Mikhail to rack his waist. The frustration of some people here makes him upset and suddenly regret having informed one by one family members, even Papa Mikhail to also contact Syakil, his biological sister and children and wives.

Either Zean is not clear when talking, or Papa Mikhail's ears are starting to function poorly until the information is scattered does not match the facts. Zean only wounds on his hands and feet, it is quite severe and bleed a lot, but not to the point of needing blood.

Once all arrived, the room actually became dense and hot because the occupants immediately argued. Zean who had resigned in bed still did not want to lose and he confirmed that his papa was misheard.

"I said a lot of blood, Pa_"

"Lied!! Obviously you said you needed a lot of blood ... When did you hear wrong?"

Ameera let out a long sigh and chose to retreat in order to get closer to Cakra. His head was still in pain from panic and really thought that if his brother was seriously injured, it was not at all.

Since the first Ameera always like this, after almost dying Sean, Ameera always had excessive worry whenever she got news of this kind. The hospital is not a pleasant place, and Ameera does not like it.

His head ached, Cakra immediately guided Ameera to lean on his shoulder immediately. Although Zean was fine and his injuries were dealt with, Ameera's trembling still remained and did not go away.

"It's Okay, calm yourself down" whispered Cakra who also understood how Ameera felt because she felt the same way.

The silence of the people here is enough to make Cakra uncomfortable actually. It's just that, for Ameera's sake he tried to survive and witness the spruce family debates that are very sweet and Cakra has never seen in his lifetime.

"So who's lying? Brother or Papa?"

After the debate between Papa Mikhail and his son never found a bright spot and blamed each other, this time Lengkara spoke up and took the role of mediator. Yes, even though there are actually two sons-in-law Papa Mikhail, still the one who dared to speak was his flesh and blood.

"Father!!"

"Dam!!"

They answered simultaneously, and Cakra chuckled at the interaction. Seen there is not only Ameera who has a headache, but also Lengkara. The woman sighed and again asked the two to go back to explaining and not get carried away by such emotions.

"So, papa called earlier and I answered truthfully that I was not so badly injured, but a lot of blood .. I also called Ameera and said the same thing and why it could be wrong, too," zean is again.

Trying to give an explanation so that there is no misunderstanding and he is not accused of pretending or being involved in a drama just to attract the attention of all family members.

Finding Zean's defense, it was clear Papa Mikhail would not stay silent and submit his version of the defense. "Don't joke, papa still remembers your words, Zean!!" sergeant Papa Mikhail did not want to lose and felt that he could not hear wrong.

"you mean? Papa's deaf? Huh uh?" papa Mikhail's sergeant is no longer doing well and the atmosphere in the room is getting messy.

"Whose deaf person? I didn't say papa tul_"

"It's the same!! You're just fluent in the language!!"

Laughter of some people there unpretentious to see the behavior of different people of that generation. Maybe such a bickering sucks for Zean, but for those who see it, it certainly feels funny and Cakra also unfolded unconsciously.

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After feeling the atmosphere returned well and it was certain that Zean was also not as bad as expected, Cakra and Ameera passed out. Certainly not go home, but choose a place that is calmer.

Not because Cakra does not like being among the Megantara family, but Ameera who looks sick with a kapala is the main reason why Cakra chose outside.

"Drink first, still have a headache?"

Intentions visit Zean, but Ameera who actually ended a headache and even had time to vomit while away to the bathroom. Luckily he has Cakra, a quick-witted man who doesn't ask much questions and has initiative without being asked.

Given that Ameera refused to be examined or anything like that, Cakra bought wind oil and massaged her temple. "I'm so old, huh? This time is just like a cold?" Ameera monologued while rubbing her face rough.

If you can be honest, actually he was a little embarrassed and worried because it was exactly his papa, panicked a little headache and sometimes even ended up in the wind. Ameera used to be ordinary, she also realized that she was no longer young, but when she was on the side of the Cakra she always felt so old.

In fact, in the eyes of the chakras is not at all so. Ameera's beautiful face that had deceived him and the man did not even believe that Ameera had three heads. "What relation? Babies can catch a cold, Ra, not just because they're old." Cakra shook his head slowly, there were only Ameera questions that confused him almost every day.

No longer answering, Ameera still enjoys a gentle massage of Cakra that seems better than the actions of any doctor. In the slightest he did not lie, but it was indeed a real comfort that he felt every time Cakra touched him.

Lama Ameera stared at Cakra who seemed sincere to help her. In fact, they must arrive at the location early in the morning, and this hour is the time of chakra rest. The longer he looked at her, the more the question rang in Ameera's mind until she could no longer hold back.

"May I ask you something?"

"Can you ask me what, honey?"

Ameera took a deep breath, the fear re-emerged within her, terrified, really. "Is it true that you don't care about my age? In three months' time, if there were anything prettier would you still marry me?"

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- To Be Continued