I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 34
Even the cornered feel more cornered. He also realized that the woman he had been holding was Lyora, not Irene.
“Oh stupid Sam! Why do you think it was your girl?” The sharp strokes were clearly on the face of the man with the lush sideburns.
The atmosphere that should still be included in the cold category is now gradually hot as a burning fire. Neither Lyora nor Sam now make any new debates, both drifting through their minds.
“Who's the woman Sam meant? Is he thinking about Irene? But not that she was his little friend. Ah is it possible that Sam has a lover besides me?” Lyora guessed the origin. His mouth was eager to ask Sam again, but he was sure that his lover would not be honest. Now he feels played. “You better go home first!” This time it looked like people were kicking out.
“You don't want me here?”
“I just want to be alone.”
“But really I am not imagining any girl except you dear.” Sam said trying to seduce. But it seems like his efforts this time failed, Lyora really did not budge in a position to embrace and bow him in the corner of the bed.
Understanding the condition, Sam immediately quoted his clothes are still scattered on the floor after his game this morning. After that he immediately went out a moment before successfully landing a farewell kiss on Lyora's forehead.
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A long-haired girl was struggling with color papers in a large room. If calculated there are already about 30 minutes he drew then cut the paper and stack it into one on the floor.
A brilliant idea approached him just after he finished throwing his shit in the bathroom. Making beautiful words then sticking them in the living room became a unique surprise for him to welcome the return of Antonius.
Currently there have been various letters of different colors and sizes there, as well as some small decorations such as flowers and balloons that are ready to be pinned on the wall.
In addition, Irene will also order her favorite food online. Actually, he really wanted to mix spices and then cook through his own hands. But what can be done, flying eating habits that have been the culture of his family make the 18-year-old girl absent touching kitchen ingredients.
“This is already this as well. Goody! A little more all will be finished.” Irene chirped to herself as she watched one by one the paper cutouts.
He was very impatient to see again the face of Antonius who was almost similar to him. If only the sun could be invited to compromise, he would have ordered the hot substance to immediately roll to the Western horizon.
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Sam rubbed his face rough. He still cursed the stupidity he did a few hours ago to Lyora. The man was driving his car to a basecamp where he used to hang out with his friends. Maybe by sipping bottles of alcohol there will reduce the fatigue that attacks the contents of his brain at this time.
“After this I have to think of a way for Lyora to put her trust in me again.”
Sam continued to split open the hubbub of Medan city in the morning before noon today. The tip of his foot that continues to press the car gas without calculation makes the four-wheeled vehicle more speeding and overtaking anything in front of him.
The chaotic thoughts coupled with the speed of the vehicle passing through the normal limits made the man somewhat difficult to control his current scene. Vehicles on the streets look like scattered larons that demand their neutrality to look more sharply ahead. Sam really felt weird this time, his car was speeding up without having to know to stop. Until in the next second he could clearly see a woman in a green hood bounced and dragged to the lip of the sidewalk due to his own actions.
Geez! Sam had hit someone.
The legitimacy of the road users who saw the incident suddenly shook the atmosphere. Many people ran to reach the body of a woman whose forehead had been stolen by the blood. Likewise with Sam, the man panicked not floppy shortly after getting out of the car door.
Sam was not afraid of the crowd there, nor was he worried about what had just happened at this moment. If the problem hit people both dead and alive, he could compensate through material with any nominal. But what currently makes him confused is when he witnessed the pain ringing of a woman who was holding back pain due to being hit by her own car. The green-hooded virgin created a flood through her own tears, her hands not separated from her forehead which was filled with a red viscous liquid.
Inside the black vehicle, the victim was incessantly pouring out clear crystals. Sam was still staring at the place, he was confused what to say until finally the car they were riding in arrived at a glass building whose front was filled with sisters in white uniforms.
The man on the side again grabbed the woman's body and carried her in a sling. There is no resistance there, maybe the pain is so intense that the victim who was hit is no longer able to speak.
“Please wait outside mas.” Said a sister beraras ayu after they arrived in front of the ER room.
Out there Sam looked not wrinkled, he was busy flicking his coarse hair. I don't know what the leafy-mined man was thinking that clearly at this moment anxious streaks adorned his face that was filled with black hair.
After waiting for about 20 minutes, the longed-for finally came out. Sam ran over and approached a doctor with his new sister popping out of the ER door.
“How about that woman doc?” Shoot Sam without further ado.
“He had a deep cut on his forehead, but I was calm we had sewed and gave him painkillers.”
“Is she still crying?”
“No. It's just that occasionally the girl still grimaces.”
“Can I log in?”
“Please.”
With pity still lingering in his heart, the level-bodied man opened the door of the room and entered into it. Sam tried to get closer and grabbed the blue curtain that still covered the gurney. Slowly he opened the wavy cloth and the first sight he saw was a teenage girl who was drowning with splashes of blood seeping on her upper veil.
“What still hurts?” Sam noticed an infusion needle embedded in the vein of the woman's hand. He looked at the wisdom of the vast part until his gaze gradually rose to the top and stopped right in front of the face of the victim.
But how surprised he was when he saw which figure was currently drooping in front of him. His eyes were perfectly rounded, it turned out that this world was very narrow.
“You?” He said as he raised his index finger.
The victim he hit was a woman he met yesterday with colleagues at a classic cafe in Medan City.
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