Please Let go of me
Chapter 40 - Meeting

Sacred frowned as the man still looked at her like he had known each other for a long time, he immediately walked up to the man and commented on the smile. "Who is he? I don't think I know him at all," his mind seemed to think.

He saw a handsome man with blue eyes, a face filled with fine fur further adding to the charm. A man wearing a black suit, the glare of an eye he had seen before. Suci immediately threw his mind about who the man was, just thinking of a delusion. He immediately approached the savior, and smiled kindly. "Thank you for helping us."

Sacred was a little confused as there was no response from the man. "Maybe he doesn't speak Indonesian" he thought to himself. Back to saying the same thing and using the international language, English. 

The man smiled and nodded his head, not letting out a word that spoke on his lips. While the Saint stared in astonishment, thinking who exactly the savior was. "High his eyes as I know them, maybe it's just my feelings." He immediately ran to help the driver, taking over the wheel to the hospital.

Suci helped the middle-aged man, taking care of all the hospital expenses as a sign of gratitude for protecting him, even giving more money when the driver felt better. After his affairs were done, he stepped foot out of the place. "Thank God, there is no serious problem." Glanced at the clock on his phone, wanting to go look for materials to buy.

"There's still a lot to do, hopefully a week's worth of decorating." The Sacred Monologue who continued walking in haste, chased after the time that was almost drained at the time earlier. "In the meantime, Zufar's coming home, I need to hurry!" 

In a hurry, Suci accidentally hit people until the cell phone of his victim slammed on the floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." He said, who felt guilty, immediately took the phone lying down and handed it to the owner after being cleaned of dust attached. "Sorry, I didn't intentionally. How much should I change?" he raised his head, his eyes widened when he saw who had just been hit. 

"No problem, I can still afford to buy it again." As if the man understood what the Saints were thinking, a sweet smile fascinated anyone, but not the hijab-wearing woman who bore the status of Zufar's wife. 

"You speak Indonesian?" tanya Sacred who felt bad was already acting careless. The man nodded his head, as he mastered several languages. Heedless of the phone, because what he was facing was much more valuable. "My name is Za__Simon, call me Simon!" he said that reached out as a sign of introduction. 

The saint immediately fused both hands together, placing them in front of the chest. "Holy." 

"Well, he's in this town? What am I supposed to do?" batin Zaid aka commander Simon. He was very nervous when he met his first love, a meeting when he was still a military commander in Israel. Both eyes did not blink, missed the hijab woman in front of him who was still the wife of another man. 

"Just tell me the price, I'll change your phone." The Holy Chirps who felt guilty, let alone looking at that man who had a strange expression. 

"I have to chase time, want to buy ingredients to make cakes and also bread."

"There's self-service around here."

"Hem, no. I want to go straight to the wholesaler, want to buy in bulk." 

Simon knitted his eyebrows together, wondering what the Saints would do. "In large quantities?" 

"A week I open a bakery and a bakery" said the enthusiastic and eager Saint.

"Can I know?" 

Sacred nodded his head, took out a piece of brochure and handed it out to the man in the suit. "There's the address, you can come as my first customer. I'll go first!" he passed away leaving Simon who was looking at his location. Looking at the hijab-wearing woman who had moved away from him, a feeling of happiness was reflected through the smile on her lips.

"I found you, Saints." His inner self smiled happily, immediately entering the hospital towards the ward where the princess was examined. But, before that she changed her clothes in the toilet. Back covering his face so that Rasidha would not be surprised, still hiding his identity to the little girl.

Simon was already at the door, but was still hesitant to meet his five-year-old daughter. "How do I explain this happy news?" he murmured inwardly, immediately went inside and threw a beautiful smile on his face. 

"Dad?" the little girl ran over, as she saw the man wearing a turban and hugging him tightly.

Simon smiles behind his torch, receiving a warm hug from the little girl who has accepted him as a replacement for her dead father.