MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
132. Tears
As I promised to update a lot, today I updated 6 parts at once because my Lecturer Girlfriend entered rank 6. But remember, click like in each part let me get the spirit of typing.
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Along the way, on a motorbike that drove with the wind and heavy rain, Cyra's mind raged in an uncertain direction. He does not know how to imagine Zaki's condition as told by Faiz. His chest ached, like a tightness filled with a pressure. Her tears mingled with the rain that washed her face.
If only Cyra held Zaki's body, I don't know what he felt at that time. Maybe she will cry hysterically, or hug Zaki tightly, or maybe even sob without being able to do anything.
“Iz, spout!” cyra exclaimed while wiping the rain on her face so that her eyes were slightly bright.
“Yes, it's been spit!” Faiz added to his motor speed.
Cyra held onto the edge of Faiz's shirt, fearing shock just in case the situation got out of hand. If under normal circumstances, Cyra would have been dependent to feel the speed of the motor that he had never felt so far. But this situation is different, even the speed level above normal does not necessarily make him feel stubborn. I actually feel that the motor is moving very slowly.
“Iz, Mr Zaki is still breathing, right?” Cyra had no power to hold that question since.
“Gue don't know. What is clear is that his face is very high.”
Cyra's heart is uncomfortable. The crying became so. Sobbing.
“Praying may Mr. Zaki die not now.” Faiz exclaimed while looking back for his wind-blown voice, heard by Cyra.
“Don't say anything! Can't you keep talking!” Cyra's upset not playing. Hearing the word die, his heart was powerless.
“Did I miss talking? It's not wrong. That's where you can protest if it's about the matter of death. Destiny cannot be avoided.”
Cyra is arguing. He chose silence. His mind is getting more and more confused now. Faiz did not calm him down, but instead frightened him.
Arriving at the hospital, Cyra immediately ran to the reception desk, asking for the whereabouts of a patient named Zaki Salman.
Cyra wiped away the tears that were caving the river with the back of her hand.
“Zaki!” His voice trembled as he mentioned the name in front of the door number that the receptionist mentioned. Cyra grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. Looks like a doctor is preoccupied with his activities that are checking the condition of Zaki who is lying weak.
Two nurses panicked at the doctor's orders.
“Zaki!” cyra exclaimed at Zaki's pale, motionless face.
Everyone in the room seemed so busy that they did not care about Cyra's arrival.
“Let the doctor check first!” Someone held Cyra's body as the girl was about to approach the bed where Zaki was lying.
“Please me!” Cyra cried out with tears.
The man tightly wrapped his arms around Cyra's body to keep her from interfering with the doctor's work.
“Bring to operating room now!” order the doctor and immediately leave the room in a hurry.
Two nurses pushed the bed above which stretched Zaki's weak body unconscious.
“Zaki!” Cyra broke free from the grip of the unfamiliar stranger. With a single elbow, the man was forced to release Cyra. Cyra doesn't care who the man who tried to prevent her is, she's just talking about Zaki.
“Buset, really strong tuh girl. Throw away my teeth. Apes!” lirih the man who is none other than Arif while stroking his chin.
TB