Leaning Sweet Me
Worriedly
Farrel returned to the division building, walking around to the back area, looking at the areas he had rarely visited. Or even just found out today.
The male staff and employees were seen nodding at him, while the women seemed to widen their eyes as if they had just seen an artist.
Until Farrel was in the hallway that became a link between buildings, the,
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Farrel reached into his cell phone from his pocket behind his suit, seeing an incoming message that turned out to be from Metta.
"El, we've been waiting in the meeting room."
Farrel shook his head, "Sister, you can never talk!" then put his phone back in his pocket
Farrel then went straight to the warehouse, he would indeed hold a meeting with the warehouse staff.
Metta went into Farrel's room, saw Doni playing a game on his phone.
"Don, what's the file for all the meetings? we'll be there soon" said Metta, gushing his head from behind the door.
Doni moves on, he actually wants to tell about the arrival of Tiwi, but not so because Farrel has not returned.
"Already, I'm still waiting for Farrel to come back, he went to see his father."
"Yes I know, let's go!" he said it was still at the door.
Doni walked out of the room with a file and metta was waiting for him. Making Tiwi puff her head up seeing Metta look so familiar with Doni.
"I think I should ask Mettasha." Tiwi nodded.
Dinda who had just flashed in front of him looked astonished, and followed the direction of Tiwi's eyes.
"Why did he see like that?" Dinda flicked her shoulders, then sat back down at her desk.
Farrel arrived in the warehouse, followed by Metta and also Doni who just appeared from the opposite direction.
"Darling, have you come?" Farrel smiled at the lover who was now rounding his eyes.
"El, we're in the office" whispered Metta.
While Doni stared pushyly at the pair of lovers.
"Come, finish your work first, then date, you are not sensitive to this single me!"
Metta and Farrel looked at him and giggled.
They walked side by side while Doni tailed behind him.
The warehouse staff was ready, gathered in the middle of the warehouse to welcome their manager, one of them handed them a special helmet to wear.
"Sorry Miss, please put on the helmet" said a warehouse staff who looked aged, giving a yellow helmet to Metta.
Farrel snatched the helmet from his hand quickly, "Let me!"
"Sister, put this on" he said half a whisper
Metta rounded her eyes, "El let me, see they're looking at us!"
"Why indeed? brother was terrified," Farrel scowled.
"God ...."
As Farrel was about to put it in Metta's head, Metta quickly grabbed the helmet from Farrel's hand.
"Let me!"
Metta then immediately put on the helmet, before Farrel did as he pleased.
The staff looked in wonder at them.
Farrel tried to hold back his smile, as Metta scowled furiously, then he put on his own helmet.
They continue to walk by showing reports and reports of goods that come and have come out. Showing one place to another. While Metta was observing a different corner item.
As Farrel and his entourage walked closer to the heavy goods, suddenly a large pipe fell from its pile,
The sound of screaming that sounded out from nowhere, all immediately turned to the direction of the sound of pipes clashing with each other. Everyone is moving away. Doni who stood at the very end pulled one to safety, while Farrel who stood in the middle of the crowd looked at the pipe. Right in front of him a middle-aged staff who had given them helmets, he quickly pushed the man down to Doni and avoided the collision of pipes.
"El .. beware!" Metta shouted, covering her mouth with her hands.
It was too late for Farrel to dodge after he pushed a staff member, the pipe hitting his own body until he was toppled. The pipe kept rolling until it hit the wall and finally stopped.
All scattering towards Farrel who had been lying on the floor, Doni ran towards him as well as Metta.
"El ... Call a fast ambulance!" Metta yells.
All in panic, seeing the unconscious Farrel. Doni lifted Farrel up to use his thigh to serve as a cushion.
"Rel, hey .. sober up."
Doni patted both cheeks, blood seeping from the back of his head. It makes everyone panic. One of them was busy calling the health room to send an ambulance.
Metta was so frightened, seeing that her hand was now filled with blood,
"Doni, how's this?"
"Ambulance called a fast ambulance, why are you just watching." he yelled annoyed.
Doni was no less panicked, he kept shaking his best friend's body, "Rel, don't be afraid of gini, let's get up!"
Metta began to cry, holding Farrel's head which was getting seeped but Ambulance had not yet come.
"El, wake up ... sober up!"
After a long time finally Ambulance finally came too, the officials from the health room ran towards him with a Brankar bed.
Farrel was still unconscious, he was then put into an ambulance.
"Nobody comes in, let me catch up from behind!" Doni, said,
Metta nodded, he entered the ambulance accompanied Farrel, the officer closed the Ambulance door and immediately fled Farrel to the hospital.
"El, don't scare me, let's open your eyes?!" glancing Metta with tears. But Farrel remained unconscious.
Until they reach a hospital, the hospital officials remove the safe and push it in.
"Sorry, please wait outside. The doctor will check first." The nurse shut the door.
The ER door closed, Metta biting her finger in dismay. Doni arrived with the same anxiety.
"How sis?"
"Farrel has just been brought in, the doctor will examine him first."
"Calm down, Farrel must be fine!"
Metta nodded, but the clear liquid slid without stopping from her eyes. Anxiety as well as fear were evident from his face.
"So calm down, I'll call his family first."
Metta sat his body in the waiting chair, anxiety covered him, let alone the Doctor had not come out of it. He stood back up and paced back and forth.
"Oh my god .. save Farrel" he said in his heart
Until finally the door was opened, the doctor came out with a sweat full of her, making Metta even more anxious.
"Dok, how's it going?"
The doctor who had just come out and had just inhaled the fresh air was downcast, opening his medical gloves. Then breathe out slowly.
"Sorry ...."
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Sorry today the author a little riweh in RL, Sorry if not the maximum