Loving the Mafia
Watch over you
"You won't understand if I say. This matter will be hard for you to understand. It's a male intern, and you can't possibly understand it. Our focus right now is on Cazim's recovery. Forget about that for a moment." Hamdan touched the key to turn it around. But before that happened, he heard the sound of knocking on the door from outside.
"Chesy, are you with Cazim inside?" exclaiming Yunus. "
Hamdan stopped turning the key. He hid in the door. While Alando hid behind the bed, his position squatted and lowered his head.
Chesy stared at Cazim for a bit before he finally headed for the door and opened it. He opened only a little so that the conditions in the room were not monitored by Jonah's eyes. He quickly exited through the door that opened a little.
"What's up, abi?"
"The guests are still very crowded. Why are you inside so long? They want to see you. Which cazim?" jonah asked who was looking about to enter the room.
"No, abi. Let me call Mas Cazim." Chesy blocks Jonah by blocking him and standing in front of the door handle.
"Yes, hurry up! Oh yeah, your face why is it so swollen? You crying?"
Duh, use getting caught again.
Chesy smiling. "No, abi. Chesy's forehead was clenched his forehead mAs Cazim became gini, pain to cry." Chesy's hand was raised to touch the forehead. And he was surprised when he saw his palm there was a blood patch. Geez! It must be Cazim's blood. Chesy quickly lowered her hand and hid her back.
"Oh. Yes already. Abi wait in front."
Chesy nodded. Then he went back into the room.
"Thank you for doing your job well. After this, please follow my words, lest anyone know about this!" Hamdan stepped out of the room together with Alando.
Chesy watched for a few seconds watching Cazim, as the man fell asleep.
But what if it turns out there will be an infection or even a more severe risk after surgery that does not use medical equipment properly as before? Chesy's confused not a bitch. He then went out of the room, calling Sarah who was not far from the door of his room.
Sarah approached Chesy. "Yes? Why, Ches?"
"Mas Cazim is not feeling well anymore, so he can't go back to sitting in the closet. Please tell abi yes!"
"Oh, yes. How's Maz Cazim doing now?"
"Mh... Yes lemes. So get some rest, head's dizzy."
"May I recover. I'll pass it to your ashes." Sarah then left.
Chesy went back into the room and locked the door. He approached the bed, then went up and lay on his side facing Cazim, looking at the pale face in front of him.
Who is the real Cazim? What happened to Cazim's past? Why was he so bad he didn't want to tell me all that? Whenever his secret is compromised, Cazim must be angry.
If only Cazim wanted to tell the big day, of course, the incident would not be like this. Chesy won't be khilaf to hit the trigger. Why did Cazim have to be this strong to keep his secret? Even until his life was threatened, he still insisted not to talk.
Chesy raised her hand, putting her palm onto the back of the man's hand.
"Wake yes! Go, wakeup!" Chesy's tears are dripping. He was not a murderer, of course the action was very scary for him. If anything bad happened to Cazim after the shooting, he would be the most regretful human being in his entire life.
Chesy cried, clasping Cazim's hand tightly, begging him to wake up.
Out there, tambourines and salawat still continue to be echoed, divide enliven the event, entertain the guests.
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