Mahram To Azira
Chapters 17.7
Although Humairah did not tell the truth but the lunch box that was familiar to them has answered their curiosity. Must have been Humairah coming here to deliver the lunch rations to Kenzie.
Nana gave a small smile while drawing her attention from the box food carried by Humairah. He wondered if this lunchbox would end up in the trash again like the other lunchboxes.
"Oh, it turns out there's business." Said ironic.
It is very sad, Humairah thought. He had been rejected many times but he still did not have the self-awareness to stop. Be stubborn and keep repeating the same steps, leaving wounds to himself.
"Then this food-" Not yet finished he spoke, Humairah immediately welcomed.
"Let me drive him to Kenzie's mas. Ma'am Nana better rest just so as not to get tired at work later." Speak of a generous Humairah.
Ma'am Nana lowered her head hiding an amused expression on her face.
"All right, that's what you want. Then excuse me. Assalamualaikum." Nana left the canteen without a doubt.
The rest he just had to wait for the gossip in the hospital. Checks, the rumors are still about the same topic. Actually it's very boring. But how else, the protagonist who has always been the subject of gossip can not hold back for a moment and really likes to make a scene.
"This is the food. Everything has been cut from the canteen card of Mbak Humairah." The staff of the canteen has completed the payment.
Pack food into a styrofoam container before putting it in a plastic bag and handing it to a Humairah along with a canteen card.
Humairah took the order and the card. Smiled sweetly and nodded kindly to the canteen staff. Then he came out of the canteen. Continue on to Kenzie's office not too far from the canteen. His steps were a bit rushed because he could not wait to be reunited with his heart. Until he finally stood in front of Kenzie's entrance after a few minutes of walking.
Opening his eyes again, the throat had shone brightly in his large, round eyeball. Having a serious and hopeful touch of color, everything fused together in the grasp of his raised hand knocking on the glass door was light.
"Bismillah, may this day bear sweet fruit, O God." His murmur was encouraging himself.
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He knocked on the door lightly. Then the sound of footsteps could be heard faintly in the room. Humairah squinting weird. This footstep does not belong to Kenzie because he knows it well that Kenzie has heavy footsteps. No, not only does it not belong to Kenzie but it also does not belong to men. Rather than men, he was more convinced that this belonged to a woman. A girl?!
Wh who?
His mind was immediately raging in uncertainty. This was just a naked conjecture with no certainty but his mind was instantly muddled.
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The glass door opened from inside. Showing the figure of a beautiful woman who is no stranger to him and even become nightmares all along.
"Azira!" He just doesn't believe.