He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 33 - There Are No Basics

"Thank God that the patient didn't have any problems after the coma, he had only a slight muscle stiffness because he had not moved for several years, physiotherapy will do to stretch his muscles back."

After going through a complete examination and declared good by the doctor, now Ali was transferred to the treatment room. Both Herman and Salma were very happy to see the condition of his son who was now conscious, like a miracle from God that they were very grateful for.

"Don't you still remember me?" boy asked while sitting on the chair beside the bed.

"Boy," Ali replied in a weak and slightly hoarse voice.

"How much is this?" Boy raised his hand and showed a finger near Ali.

"One."

"If this?" This time, Boy showed me two fingers.

"Two."

"Good, you're fine now God willing." Boy glanced at his watch, which he now pointed at seven o'clock at night, had been in the hospital long enough, and now it was time for him to go home to the boarding school.

After parting ways with Ali, Herman and Salma, Boy now walks down the aisle of the hospital to go home, occasionally watching the entire corner of the hospital, hoping he can find Khaira there.

Boy let out a lethargic breath as he went through the hospital door and he never found the girl. But how else, now he has resigned to the provisions of God. He was sure, if indeed he was destined to meet, would definitely meet as well.

It was a dark night and was accompanied by several lights that now lit up the streets and courtyards of the hospital. Boy's footsteps stopped immediately when the figure he had been looking for was now right in front of him, only four meters from where he was standing at this time.

"It seems we are indeed still destined to meet," Inner Boy smiled inwardly.

Slowly he walked eroding the distance with the girl who had been in her place until their position was only one meter away.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, you're Khaira right?" tanya Boy wants to make sure he is not wrong this time because Khaira is still wearing a mask.

"I-iya," Khaira replied slightly stuttering, really her current state makes her heart beat faster than usual.

Boy smiled as he was downcast happy to get that answer from Khaira, he was really relieved because his guess was right, after a long search, he could see it again. Although Boy had been trying to find, but in the end it was Khaira who appeared alone in front of him with the permission of Allah.

"Are you married?"

Not a question of news, not another question of ado. Khaira was a little surprised to get a question from Boy who he thought was very to the point.

"Not yet."

"Had been proposed?"

"Not yet."

"Not yet."

Boy held back his smile and bowed again, eager to look at the girl before him until satisfied to vent his longing all this time, but he realized it was not safe for him who was not a mahram, but he realized it was not safe, moreover, his heart that has been pounding since no rumbling could have made him misbehave.

"Then I ask for your phone number." Boy handed his phone to Khaira.

"For what?" Khaira is now confused to find the attitude of Boy who impressed the same with his attitude when he was a bad boy, so vivid in expressing desire. Only different in the way of speaking are more down and keep his gaze.

"To call you later when you want to ask for your home address."

"My house?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"For what?"

Again the same question was asked by the girl, but Boy only responded with a smile, he understood that Khaira was currently confused. However, it was better than he had to linger in a place that started to be quiet with a girl who was not his mahram even in the open.

"Later you will know," Boy replied, he saw Khaira begin to enter several digits in her flat object.

"Thank you, I'm leaving, assalamu 'alaikum, '" Boy said after receiving back his phone, then immediately left with a big smile that was no longer visible in Khaira's eyes.

***

Elsewhere, a girl just got out of the airport. He walked towards a middle-aged man who had been waiting for him since before the arrival door.

"Well, Silvi, my daughter you're finally back too" said the man with a big smile and hugged his beloved daughter. Unlike the princess who only showed a thin smile and was more impressed forced.

Not because he does not like the existence of the father, just that he is not that close to his father to just spoiled even though he is actually a little spoiled.

They took a car to their house. Along the way, there was not much talk between them, only the father who occasionally asked, and only answered as is by Silvi.

Educated in the pressure so far makes Silvi lose the inner bond with the father, sometimes unconsciously he hates his father who used to always force himself to always be in the first rank, and sometimes without realizing it, and will punish if he fails.

"Dad, Silvi wants to get married." The father immediately turned to Silvi with a surprised look at the sudden request.

"Didn't you hear me wrong? Don't you want to pursue your career first?"

Silvi shook her head slowly. "No Dad, Silvi wants to get married first, and Silvi wants you to wave that guy for me."

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