Nisa For Abi
Of all the many, why me?
Abi confidently came out. His gaze looked sharp and so cold. Some of them retreated, but many held their ground.
"What do you want? Just say it." said Abi, in a very relaxed tone.
"You don't want to, our land in the apartment building. Whatever it is. This is our ancestral land, it can't be paid for anything!" a man among them.
"Read the agreement first, then we negotiate again" said Abi. After sighing and scratching his slightly itchy forehead due to the heat.
"No! Anyway, still No! Everyone says no, here." they insisted once again.
Abi just smiled annoyedly. Apparently, their stance is tough. Right, what Alex told him. And maybe, this is not how much.
Negotiation for negotiations He did. But their answer remains no. In fact, they even threatened to make a fuss if it continued to be forced. Violence is the only way for them.
Dita who was afraid, then asked Abi to immediately go home to their office. But unfortunately, someone attacked Abi in the middle of the road. A block of wood landed on his head. The culprit, an old grandmother.
"Aaaaakhs!" Abi screamed in pain. His head was bleeding, even flowing quite heavily.
"Mr! Are you okay?" tanya Dita, who looked so worried. He took Abi into his car immediately, covered the wound with his red handkerchief..
"Shall I call the police?" ask Alex, who looked furious.
"No need... Just old grandma. Leave it alone." reply Abi.
Alex continued driving. Very quickly, they returned to the office. Dita immediately took her in and took her P3K box.
"Come, I'll take care of it." take Dita. But Abi brushed it off. He brushed off Dita's hand, and glanced at Nisa in her place.
"You," call Abi.
"Yes, me?" point Nisa, to herself who was still confused.
"Yes, come in." asked Abi. He grabbed the medicine box from Dita, and left her inside the room.
"Eh you! If called the boss is spit! Even gawk there and there. That's Boss' head wound!" bentak Dita's
"I-iya." replied Nisa, who immediately ran as fast as lightning to fulfill the call of her Boss.
Dita looked annoyed, her gaze also looked so cynical. I don't know what Abi wants, to ask the new employee who treated him. However, that frustration was not pointed out. Just took a breath, then returned to his room so elegantly as usual.
"Excuse me, sir?" said Nisa, who entered the big room.
"Yes, sit down." Abi told him.
Nisa could only obey, especially when looking at the wound and the medicine box. He spontaneously treated Abi's forehead by cleaning her blood first.
"Aaaawh!" Abi was suffocated, the pain of holding the wound that was being washed in the Nacl liquid.
"M-sorry, Sir. It's a little sore, but it'll be clean soon." said Nisa. Abi just kept quiet, back with his cold gaze, which was somewhere.
Nisa skillfully, bandaged the wound with gauze and plaster so neatly. He cleaned Abi's forehead and face, with wet wipes available.
" It's been, sir." Nisa took care of her equipment.
"Yes, thank you." she replied. It was just that, and Nisa immediately returned to her place of work.
"Of so many, why me?" think Nisa.