Love Choices Mas Duda
Efforts For Jelita

Let this time lose to the other teachers, not the name chosen to represent the school for the foundation event next week. Though last year his name was predicted to bring the name of this school in accordance with the provisions and achievements that have been achieved Afrinda, but the scandal that circulated yesterday changed the decision of the school. Sofia who is going to go with the headmaster, Afrinda does not care about it much anymore, embarrassed to bear the shame, so be it.

This morning continued to teach as usual and Ticha was back, working together to form the favorite classroom of his students.

The school bell rang when it was time to open the phone that was mandatory to leave in the locker did not bring when teaching hours, five missed calls from anonymous numbers. It's not until how long the phone is ringing again that it shifts the green button.

"May I ask Miss for help? I'm Gharda, come after school to see Jelita."

Without a second thought Afrinda immediately agreed, after all she was not busy anymore. Clean up the workbench rushing up the online ojek that has been booked.

While a man waiting in his car saw Afrinda not taking the road to his house, he followed the motorbike carrying Afrinda.

His heart is not broken now, Afrinda crossed into the hospital where Jelita was treated.

"Afrinda and Tiffany are both close to Gharda" Ardan said.

Opening the door slowly, Jelita's body was still lying in her main focus, on the sofa there was Lady Syeni who was sitting daydreaming, next to the gurney there was Gharda standing up to her holding out her hand.

"Sit down, there's something I want to talk about." Gharda sat down next to her mother and Afrinda took a position before them.

"So I've consulted with Jelita's doctor and pediatrician. Jelita was traumatized quite badly so that her nerves were difficult to wake up, her soul was shaken making Jelita want to sleep continuously. We had to lure him in to get up, and I failed to do it four days ago. He did the same, but Jelita had no response." Gharda explained as she wiped her tears, feeling tight if she kept remembering them. "You also probably already know I'm the cause of it all" he continued, breathing hard. Afrinda still faithfully listened not to cut off Gharda's speech. "You're my only hope, Jelita really likes you. He must have heard you from his subconscious, I'm sure. Help me, Afrinda. Do something to wake Jelita."

Afrinda did not flinch, turning her gaze to look at Jelita from the tail of her eyes. Still can't believe Gharda's explanation just now.

"Aftinda, I beg you," said Gharda, her eyes glazed over. Let this time he who must act now beg before this woman, willingly for the sake of his daughter.

Afrinda's reply made Gharda's heart relieved, Lady Syeni smiled warmly. His hunch said this time it must have worked.

The atmosphere became awkward again, Gharda could not stand if it had to be close to Afrinda. In his little heart he harbors admiration for Afrinda, but he has to keep his heart for her, he fears the awe for Afrinda is slowly turning into liking.

Especially now that Afrinda's position is on the right of Jelita's gurney and he's on the left. Precisely they sit facing parallel positions.

Lady Syeni smiled slightly watching the interaction of these two people, closed her eyes and prayed for a mate for them.

Gharda's lunch hour forced Afrinda to return home for a while while resting the body carrying with her Lady Syeni, rejecting Afrinda's orders but true also her words. Gharda has to change clothes and recover stamina later in the night to keep Jelita.

"I'll have your lunch" Gharda said before closing the door.

One of Gharda's bodyguards who had just been sent to deliver lunch came and gave it to Afrinda.

While inviting Jelita's body to chat without any advice, his hands were busy preparing food dishes. Chew until the food runs out then clean the container walking towards the trash can in the corner of the room.

Clucking swearing at the hospital party who had yet to take out the trash from this room, which was true this, the elite room of trash was difficult. Huh.

"What's this?" Before throwing away the trash of his eating place, he picked up a paper that had been squeezed into a circle of curiosity to open and read the contents of the paper.

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