Flocking Payment
CHAPTER 08 - Just Sleeping

"Cak_ yes, God!!"

Not yet had Ameera heard Cakra's confession, her phone connection was cut off. Before that, Ameera could hear a bit of noise that she was unable to infer for now, but she must have been thinking that Cakra was not doing well.

Without a second thought, and without seeing the situation first Ameera prepared for the residence of Cakra. Whether or not he was there, but Ameera's premonition says that's the only way. The foam in her hair was not even perfectly clean, but Ameera could no longer delay.

No longer a quick step, Ameera had run when down the stairs to make the faithful occupants of the family room confused immediately.The gaze they met, equally confused and when to ask Ameera passed them just like that.

"Where is Ameera going?"

"There's business, Pa!!"

Papa Mikhail also ran to follow his daughter's steps outside the house. Indeed, the habit of Ameera often goes impromptu, but only this time he went to wear a kimono. It is certain that Ameera's business is very urgent so that Papa Mikhail also relaxes, but he is also an adult and has to solve his own problems.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Let's know, maybe our daughter's in love again or something."

Instead of panicking or thinking things out, Papa Khail smiled meaningfully. Really, there was no other concern about Ameera for Papa Khail except for the soul mate, and the latest gossip about his daughter made the man's heart cheer in joy.

"About? How about Julio? You really hope the rumors are true?"

"His name is a mate, what's wrong if Meera likes," replied Papa Mikhail again continue their debate which had stalled due to the arrival of Ameera hastily a few moments ago.

"Oh my God, Pa? Our daughter cheated on you, dijuk masa_"

"Shuut, mama also cheated on Zidan first .. before marriage may be cheating, his name is also selection," replied Papa Mikhail while winking and making Mama Zia cough for a moment.

Cheated said? Just as Julio is twisting the facts, Papa Khail is too. "cheating? My mom never cheated!! We weren't dating back then, Pa."

"No, but sleep together." Papa Mikhail stuck out his tongue and chuckled as soon as his wife blushed like a roasted shrimp, instantly both of them forgot their age just because of the old story.

Leaving the harmony of Papa Mikhail and Mama Zia tonight, on the other hand there is a heart that is so agitated and is driving its speed. There was nothing Ameera thought about but arriving at the Cakra boarding house, as long as she tried to contact Cakra many times and the result was still the same, nil.

"Come on, Cakra .. pick up the phone."

Ameera rubbed her face rough, she was really worried even more so the journey towards the new Cakra boarding house was half way. Tonight everything was slow and Ameera wanted to explode because it was not until the last time she contacted Cakra she found a bright spot.

"Cakra, Hallo!! You all right? Tell me, where is it now?"

Unfortunately, the voice that Ameera heard to answer her question was not Cakra, but someone else and made Ameera stop the car instantly. The worry that had shackled Ameera had been so reasonable that the woman's eyes were blustery. "Hospital?"

Once it was clear where Cakra was, Ameera immediately turned around. Already he guessed something was wrong, since the first premonition Ameera never wrong.

The journey that should take a long time, can be shortened due to panic. Not only on the road, Ameera also rushed so through the hospital corridor.

It was obvious he was the center of attention. Not only because of Ameera's status, but her unusual appearance. For many years Ameera was known for being a woman who was so attentive to appearance, tonight she looked like a chaotic woman as if she was about to lose half her life.

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"Cakra."

It did not matter who accompanied Cakra there. As soon as he arrived, Ameera approached him and threw a series of questions that made Cakra smile. Worrying is real or included in the play, but anyone who sees Ameera's panic clearly concludes that it is.

"One by one, my dear."

Cakra's reply instantly made Ameera breathe a sigh of relief. He thought the man could no longer speak, considering the bruises on his face look tormenting Ameera was really scared if the man was wretched.

"Tell me, who is it?"

Cakra's reply suddenly made Ameera aware that in the room there were not only them, but there were two other people who were eyewitnesses and neighbors of the Cakra boarding house.

For a moment Ameera turned to them, she asked a lot of things and it happened that Alan explained in the aftermath without being exaggerated. Not a bit of lying because Alan saw for himself how Cakra was beaten by three people who were more mature than him.

"How does it matter?"

"Beres, it's in the ER all," Alan replied instantly making Ameera's forehead wrinkle instantly.

"Huh? Why can?"

"Backtaught the kids back, if there's no RT sir running out of them."

Ameera was amazed, what an amazing confession. The two people who accompanied Cakra in the room turned out to be only representatives, while his other friends were outside.

Indeed the guts of young people are different, Cakra is a good child who is in a good person's environment. Obviously when Alan tells Cakra to be ganged up the other children immediately act and even stop their show.

"Thank you for taking care of Cakra, send greetings to other children," Ameera said so politely when Alan and Jovan left, while Cakra just closed his eyes and ready to be ganged questions by his friends if he went home later.

After their departure, Ameera is now in the available seats until their distance feels closer. Cakra said it was okay, but he knew it wasn't and was alone. Therefore, he chose to remain beside Cakra as long as the man underwent treatment.

"Just go home, Meera, you have to rest" said Cakra still limp, not contrived, but it is.

"Then how are you?"

"I'm fine, tomorrow morning will be allowed to go home."

"Yes, I'm home tomorrow too" he replied casually, looking ordinary and not at all a problem even though he had to wait.

"Ck, your clothes are still so .. isn't your dad worried?"

"I've asked my aunt to drop my clothes." There was only a reason, Cakra stopped answering because arguing with Ameera there would be no finish line at all.

She was again closed and not long after she could hear someone calling Ameera, surely the aunt in question would give her clothes. One thing that Cakra can conclude, the woman is a little stubborn and does not like to be ruled.

"Good sleep, Cakra."

The voice sounded soft, but Cakra who had not yet slept slowly opened his eyes and saw clearly Ameera had changed clothes and was slowly moving away from him.

"Meera."

"Yes? Need anything? Thirsty or what?"

Cakra smiled faintly, he did not answer Ameera's question immediately but rather shifted slightly leaving empty space next to him. "Here," he said as he patted the empty side, clearly Ameera was fixated while painstakingly gulping her saliva.

"Huh?"

"Sleep here, it still fits."

"No, I'm just there" Ameera refused with her heart heating up.

"Cold, dear ... don't argue once can?"

Ameera bit her lip, and she was embarrassed and confused as to what to answer. Cakra's gaze looked different, not that of a long-serving gaze or anything like that, but rather a sharp gaze that made Ameera seem to have no power to refuse her orders. "Sorry Meera, Pa, just sleeping!!"

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- To Be Continued