My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Asa Seberkas

"It's lucky that he was able to stop the car right when you crashed, so you didn't get hit by it! Have you not eaten yet?" Nodding Naja's head made Alisha smile.

"Breakfast this morning, right? Your lunch will be here soon. And wait until your infusion is over you can go home!"

Hearing Alisha's explanation, Naja nodded and no longer asked any more. Maybe that helped him, only people who feel guilty, thought Naja.

"I'll stay first!" Alisha's smile grew perfectly while fixing Naja's blanket, "You're fine! No need to worry!"

"Thank you Sus!"

Alisha waved her hand, turning to the bed of another patient. Very beautiful and supple woman according to Naja. Ah, if she were like Alisha. Naja's eye beads still follow Alisha's movements. So graceful and supple. His body is high enough to make Naja more amazed, let alone this clinic nurse uniform that is so fitting in his body.

Naja exhaled slowly, while continuing to follow the steps of Alisha who left this room until it was swallowed by the door.

"Stop looking at others with envious eyes, Naja! Be thankful, or all the favors you have will vanish without a trace!"

Closing his eyes was short, which felt hot and dewy. Blame who? Her Mother? A state? The poverty? Or is he himself unable to do much to realize his own dream?

The creaking of the trolley colliding with the white floor forced Naja to wipe the tears flowing in the corner of his eyes towards the ears. His vision was cast towards the door which revealed a large-bodied woman but looked calm and motherly.

"Eat a lot yes, let it heal quickly!" It was so smooth said the woman. Making Naja smile while getting up to receive a tray containing lunch and a glass of milk complete with several pieces of fruit in a container wrapped in plastic wrap.

"Thank you Mom!"

"Which high school?" A smile was once again thrown from him, but his hand pushed the trolley away.

"I've been working, Mom!" Lirih Naja, his bead moved wildly so wrong behavior.

"Oh, I'm sorry I thought I was still in High School! Your body is small and your bangs are like a child!" The mother laughed softly as she continued to stay away from Naja. Go to another patient who is in the same room with him. There are approximately 6 beds filled with only 3, while the other three are empty.

Naja's hand felt his bangs. His forehead is deep. Miris, when everyone thought of her as a child.

Leaving behind an inexplicable feeling, Naja began to feed him a spoonful of warm rice and soup. Although it feels bland and not too tasty, but the tongue of Naja forced to swallow it. Until it leaves a little.

Naja leaned himself against the wall with a pillow as his focus. Not knowing what to do, Naja picked up the phone while glancing at the infusion bottle that still contained half of it. I don't know how long it's gonna take.

The luggage is located on top of a small drawer that also serves as a table. Still intact with nothing less at all.

"How is this guy doing?" At first glance Naja remembered the unfortunate incident he witnessed. But a moment later he closed his eyes, as if the shadow was erased when it closed. Until both of his hands covered his face. This was too horrible for him.

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The wind that blows over the rooftop is too strong. But did not discourage Excel's intention to linger there. This coffee table is too narrow to contain some of the items that Excel carries. So she placed Jeje's documents beside her after she finished studying them.

Excel eyes feel sore because of wind and reading for a long time. Especially without the help of glasses. Ah, Excel always forgets time if it's focused on one thing.

- Even he forgot about Micah-Even

"Rega why haven't you told me, huh?" Excel muttered while grabbing his phone. Swipe the phone screen, and press the number 1 directly connected to Rega.

"What the hell is that kid doing? Why wasn't my phone answered? Is it too busy?" Geurtu Excel while call to two is in progress.

A while waiting, but Rega did not answer his call. Grunting, he threw the phone into the chair next to him. The coffee is still half full. One year Excel likes to drink coffee, even though the 28-year-old man has been most anti with the name coffee. Any type and shape, even candy or coffee-flavored cakes.

ever since Micah went

"Arrrrhhhh," upset, Excel closed his eyes. Pulling her hair strong.

micah, Micah, Micah

- Stay or leave

Excel's phone shook, but he didn't answer immediately. It took a while to calm her anger. Dabbed his face violently, accompanied by repeated breaths.

As soon as he saw Rega calling, Excel clenched his teeth.

"Where have you been?"

"Yes, Cel! I work from earlier, you think I play ice pe what? You know I'm not replacing you with Tristan?"

Excel snorted in annoyance, "Then how did it go?"

"Set okay, Tristan agrees with our plan, she also agrees with William as her lover's partner."

"Good then, can directly process the shooting,"

Rega's voice was clearly heard in the voice of women and men who were fighting.

"Ga, are you still there? A...?"

Excel turned his phone to his face. Still connected but Rega did not speak.

"Chel...hello...!"

Rushing Excel moved his phone again to his earlobe.

"Ck, where the hell is it?"

"Find a quiet place!"

"Who was that Ga?"

"Nobody! Only Tristan fights with his lover."

Excel was silent, his mind suddenly filled with questions. His eyes crept up. Scrutinize every corner of the rooftop. There was a tightness in his heart that urged him to come out.

- That sound?-

"Ga, share loc, wait for me to come there!"

At the end of it, Rega seems to object, but Excel doesn't care. Like a splash of water between the arid expectations, Excel packs all of its belongings quickly. Even when he went down several stairs, it felt like he wanted to jump over her by two or three at once. Only someone makes Excel like this.

- Hope....Hopefully

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Slow update man-friends✌