Hacking Flavors
Against Maling

Over the next few days, I continued to stay in the hospital. I always wait for Laila in front of her in-room.

I cleaned myself in the hospital toilet. I eat bread or rice packs given by Mark who always finds me waiting in front of his Mama's room. And I was also often scolded by Nila because of my strength in waiting for my Laila to regain consciousness.

Thank goodness God heard my prayer. On the second day I waited for Laila, My love finally realized too.

And I'm so grateful that Laila immediately searched for my whereabouts after she woke up from her coma sleep. So inevitably, Nila finally let me in and visited Laila.

"La. I'm home." I murmured slowly, near my Laila's ear.

My love gave me my best smile. And I too was bewitched and unable to turn my eyes away from her.

Although now Laila's face has shriveled withered. Although there are many wrinkles that adorn his face ayu, I do not care.

For me, the smile of my love is what makes my heart captivated. To my beloved Laila.

"I'm sorry, I came home very, very late." I said.

Then when I saw Laila was about to go back, I rushed to remind her.

"Please, La. Don't cry anymore. I don't want to see you cry anymore, honey. After all, said the Doctor is not good for your health stability. I want you to be cheerful. So, please turn back to being my cheerful Laila again like before. Okay?" Take me seriously.

"..yes.. Lan.."

I felt happy as well as jubilant because I saw Laila tired in words. That's why I'm back to talking.

"Now, let me get back to treating you as a queen okay, Yang? Don't be too tired, let's go home quickly. So, let me do everything you want me to do, okay Yang?" Pinta me the following.

Not far from us, Nila noticed my interaction with her Mama. Several times I found a dislike look from Nila. But I ignored him. I think as time goes by, if my Laila recovers, then my two children will accept my existence as well.

So finally during my Laila in the hospital, I was the one who often feed her, accompany her and also invite her to talk.

At the beginning of her Nila still often 'shoo' me away. He really doesn't like it when I'm close to Laila. But slowly, because he also has his own busyness on campus, so finally Nila let me accompany her Mama.

Days kept changing, until finally it was time for my Laila to get out of the hospital. Laila's real condition is still not recommended by doctors to go home. But because Laila several times asked to go home to Nila, Nila finally tried to get the mother to be allowed to go home.

I just disagree with this decision. I repeatedly persuaded my Laila that she would still be hospitalized. Unfortunately, Laila still asked to go home to Nila.

And who am I in Nila's eyes right now? My opinion only considered her wind then sheer.

That Thursday, we finally returned home. Bik Tum and Mr. Kus, who were employees in our house, gave me a look of wonder.

Mark explained to her that I was his close friend.

"So later Bang Erlan will often play to see Mama, yes, Bi," Mark's message to his household assistant was.

Nila still gives me a look of dislike every time I come and have a monologue conversation with Laila.

His attitude began to change due to an incident.

So, one night, I was perched on the branch of my bed all this time. Yep. All this time I was sleeping on the mango tree in our yard. No one knows where I live.

So, it was probably about eleven o'clock at night. I realized there was a jeep stop not far from our house.

From inside the jeep came two suspicious men wearing head coverings. My super-hearing then caught his second conversation.

"Gue will enter first through the side window. If the condition is okay, then follow me ok?!" The first man.

"OK it!" Answer the second man.

At first I ignored the existence of the two men. But then they know-how up the wall with a folding ladder brought her.

I jumped down from the tree and landed outside the fence. With a very fast running pace, I stopped the efforts of the two male suspects without taking out a single word.

So even though my martial ability (Aro) is quite capable, because the existence of two sharp weapons that now threaten me was the end makes me desperate too.

Some of the wounds of the sabetage managed to nest and tear off the only clothes I have and also wear. But I ignored the pain and fought against both of them as much as I could.

I won't let them get over the fence and threaten my Laila's safety inside the house. Especially now that my Laila is only accompanied by Bik Tum. Because Nila who has not yet returned home.

Sat. Sets. Sat. Sets.

The cuts on my body are getting bigger. The pain was getting stronger indicating his existence. Thankfully, then I heard the sound of police sirens in the distance.

And I felt more relieved when the police siren got closer to our house. The two thieves were late to realize the arrival of the police.

So when four police officers got off the patrol car and pointed a gun at where I and the two thieves were, the two thieves immediately tried to escape from the place.

I didn't run away like them. But a policeman came closer and was about to arrest me. Luckily a voice stopped the policeman.

"He's not wrong, sir! He's my friend! He's the one who tried to fight two runaway thieves, sir!" Pekik Nila who ran up to me.

"Oh! Bwgit! Sorry, yes, Mom. If so, then I will ask for his information at the police station yes, Mas. As good as it is now, Maak took his friend to the hospital first," proposed Mr. Police with thin mustache.

Nila nodded and immediately pulled my right hand.

Nila has been home since when. Because the car he was carrying was parked not far behind the jeeps of the thieves earlier.

Nila told me to get in her car.

"Hurry in!" His word is short.

"I don't want to!" Reject me for a moment and immediately turn the way in the direction I came.

But Nila held my hand back.

"Come in right now! What pain do you feel, with all those wounds?!" Said Nila with a fierce tone that I was so familiar with.

I immediately lowered my head to see my appearance which was indeed at first glance looks quite awful.

My clothes have been torn because of the samurai swords belonging to the thief earlier. And not a few of his incision wounds were seen to bleed fresh blood that looked terrible.

That's when I remembered with a sense of softness all over my body and also my arms. But after thinking briefly, I still insist on rejecting Nila's invitation.

"It's okay. It will also heal on its own," I said acting indifferent.

"Don't be crazy! Obviously all those wounds looked severe! After all, already know alone but even desperate to fight the thief who brought sajam! Good thing I came home on time and saw you fight them!" Omel Nila to me.

I was silent hearing her scolding. I was about to turn back and leave Nila, but my daughter's hand held me back.

"Ngeyel really spelled it out! Let's get in the car! I'm taking you to the hospital right now to take all those wounds! I am still so kind!" Omel Nila continues.

I brushed off Nila's grip with a gentle gesture.

"No need, Nile. I don't need to go to the hospital. You better go home and accompany your mama, huh? I'm afraid that another thief will come and try to enter your house again. Take care of Lail.I mean, take care of your mama. Okay?" I said to persuade.

Nila looked stunned after hearing my words. I don't know what's on his mind right now. I don't want to confuse him.

The only thing I need right now is to go back to the mango tree where I roost. Then rest myself again.

All these wounds on my body started to bother me a little.

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