New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
My doctor my husband

“You want to go home or stay here?” gus Hasan asked from his seat.

Ayla was still unmoved in her place, ignoring Gus Hasan's words.

“Hey, you still want to be here?” gus Hasan did not give up.

“You if you want to go home yes just go home,” Ayla replied without turning her head. His gaze was blank, staring straight at the stream of water flowing under the bridge.

“At least show your parents if you have.”

“You need me to drop off?” tanyanya back.

Sure enough, without answering what Gus Hasan asked, Ayla actually gave a car key to Gus Hasan.

Gus Hasan who understood his point, immediately walked towards the parking lot available in the Blue Mosque courtyard, and finally Ayla followed him.

“Just now I found someone I thought cared about me, it turns out that he had tethered his heart to another. Who was I born to?”

Gus Hasan set the car lock alarm in his hand, and wow he was flabbergasted when the alarm turned out to be from the Italian-designed Lamborghini Gallardo that looks very striking in the parking lot. His parents were a conglomerate.

Gus Hasan immediately opened the door for Ayla who was still shaking, then he himself ran to the opposite door and sat in the steering chair. Turning on the engine and splitting the streets of Istanbul are still crowded, even though the day is getting late.

Suddenly Gus Hasan pulled over his car near a row of merchants lined the road across the Bosphorus, he himself got off the car approaching one of the merchants who was not too crowded, leaving Ayla who was still flailing in wonder in the car.

“Kok stops here anyway?” ayla asked who was sitting near Gus Hasan.

“I laper, you interrupted my dinner last night,” he replied chewing his food voraciously.

“Whatever I know your home where, from earlier you were just in,” he continued to focus on the food.

“Yes has a smash of abisin! Keep anterin me home,” said Ayla blinking her lips.

“So he didn't want to go home.” I don't know where Gus Hasan started teasing Ayla.

At once Ayla's netra rounded and sharpened towards Gus Hasan, making Gus Hasan choke on his own food.

“Oh yes, where is your bodyguard?”

Ayla just shrugged her shoulders a sign she didn't know and didn't want to care.

“What the hell are you doing? Why suddenly become a pendiem like gini?”

“I think you are a cold man who is anti-woman, it turns out your taste is high as well,” Ayla said without turning her head.

Gus Hasan immediately stopped eating, staring fixedly at Ayla who was also looking at him.

***

Mr. Toni moved closer to Faris who was still struggling to hold his wife. His jaw hardened, his eyes swollen with tears that had fallen since. His clothes were also already covered with blood from his own wounds and from his wife's constantly flowing wounds.

Faris' grip tightened, he looked very anxious at the wife who never opened his eyes. Of course, at this time no one was more afraid of losing Aisha than her.

“Mas, white evil has succeeded in bending Wirawan's forces. Wouldn't it be better now that we take Madam to the Hospital, Mas?” mr. Toni said carefully.

Faris looked up, right now he must strive for Aisha's safety. He immediately checked the condition of Aisha's pulse.

“No sir, Aisha's life is at stake. We have to make Aisha's condition stable first, then we take her to the Hospital,” replied Faris wiping her tears. He must be strong, because now he is only Aisha's hope.

“Come to pick up the medical box in my car,” Faris said as she unfurled Aisha with her jacket on her back.

It didn't take long, the bodyguards swiftly picked up what the employer needed.

“Block the way and keep an eye on it from all sides,” Faris's word began to focus on the medical equipment in her hands.

“Mas! Are you sure you want to do surgery here?” sir Toni's sergeant who saw Faris was ready with his knife.

Faris began to clean Aisha's wounds and wash them with antibiotics, then took a small knife and doused her with alcohol.

“What type of gun does Wirawan use?” ask Faris to stay focused.

“From its shape it looks like it's a 32 caliber Revolver with a bullet speed of 215 meters/sec, Mr.” One of the bodyguards who had taken care of Aisha assumed.

“Shit! Catch Wirawan until you can!” exclaim Faris with increasingly hardened jaws.

“Hold yes Honey,” Faris murmured as she started splitting Aisha's wounds to pick up her bullets.

Mr. Toni and the other guards who watched Faris dissect Aisha's wounds in the area shuddered with occasional squinting in horror.

Tring ... tring ... tring ….

The bullet rolled onto the asphalt as Faris managed to get it out of Aisha's arm.

“Save it for proof,” Faris said as she cleaned back Aisha's wounds.

“Berban,” his door when he finished cleaning his wound, because he could not directly sew Aisha's wound. He needs an X-ray examination first so that he can perform reconstruction of the tissue damage that occurs.

The bodyguard beside him started looking around, but there was no bandage there.

“We're out of Mister,” said the bodyguard carefully.

“Allohu ..” Faris was sitting weakly hearing it, he had to immediately bandage the wound because the blood was still flowing.

“Detach your tie!” faris said a moment later.

And sure enough, looking at each other in astonishment, all the guards there took off their ties and gave them to the master.

Faris used all those ties to bandage Aisha's still gaping wounds, at least it could slow the flow of blood.

Without waiting for a long time Faris immediately carried Aisha into the car to immediately go to the Hospital.

“Ahhh,” moans Aisha slowly opens her eyes as the car is already speeding towards the Hospital.

Repeatedly thanksgiving was thrown from Faris' lips to see Aisha in her lap opening her eyes.

“Honey, survive yes. We will soon be at Hospital.”

With the trembling of Aisha's blood-soaked hands raised, trying to caress the face of her husband who continued to shed tears.

“A-Abang, Ica is fine,” said Aisha stammered, but still displaying her smile.

Aisha reached into the pocket of her shirt, handing over a small black object to her husband.

“Cepet handing this to the police Bang,” he said handed over a sd card to Faris.

“Ica survive yes Darling, Brother Tau Ica strong. Ica great woman,” said Faris repeatedly kissed his wife's face. Aisha smiled, but suddenly closed her eyes.

Sontak Faris was really panicked to see it, the blood from Aisha's arm was still flowing.

“Roger, hurry! Aisha is losing more blood!” faris shouted at the bodyguard who was driving his car.

“Hasbunallah wa ni’mal vice, ni’mal maula wa ni’man nashir.” Faris' lips incessantly chanted the phrase, relying only on God, and protecting his wife.

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