Please Let go of me
Chapter 56 - The flag of war

Suci was silent as if time had stopped, waiting for the moment when the doctor finished handling her husband. Crying a hiccup, knowing how great the struggle of the husband in fighting the pain of cancer suffered. His limp body, unable to support the weight, decided to sit in the waiting chair and offered prayers for Zufar's recovery.

A while later, the doctor came out of the room and was quickly approached by Saints after wiping away the tears first. "What's my husband's condition, Doc?" his insistence is very hopeful for the health of a man who has been his life friend for eight years.

"The condition is bad, for the next few days will be hospitalized, and after his recovery can only be outpatient." Obviously the doctor 

"Is there any chance of recovery, Doc?" the two eyes that were expecting in the heart, radiated as his words had just been spoken.

"Hem, just twenty percent." 

Sacred sighed, holding a sense of tightness in the heart. "Can I see him now?"

"For now can't, let the patient rest first." 

"All right, Doc." Saints saw the doctor who had gone away, and he decided to leave. Walking through the hospital corridors, gontai footsteps that continued to walk without direction. Not wanting to leave her husband alone, and decided to accompany her on the last remaining. Until his step stopped when accidentally hit the chest of the field. He raises his head, and takes a quick look at who the man who just got hit, and it turns out to be Simon who is in the hospital. "I'm sorry, I didn't accidentally Mr. Simon."

"It's okay" Simon smiled and looked at the face of the veiled woman before him, he knew all the problems that had befallen the Saints. "Why is your face so pale?" he asked her who pretended not to know anything.

"It's nothing, I'm exhausted!" 

"What if we sit on that chair," Simon, pointing at the long chair not far from them, nodded obediently, and the Saints nodded, while maintaining a distance so as not to get too close and can cause slander. "You wait a minute, I'll buy mineral water for you!" 

"Hem."

Suci stared at the departure of Simon who began to move away, the thoughts of anger always haunt. Moments later, the blue-eyed man approached her while handing her a bottle of mineral water and also a rumbling stomach filling meal. "Drink and eat, you must be hungry." 

Saints stared at the food as well as a bottle of mineral water, holding a stomach that also felt empty. But, he was quite hesitant to accept the food that did not know its origin, just staring without intending to eat it.

"There's no poison in that food, and it's halal!" chirps Simon who understands the anxiety of the woman. 

Saint nodded his head again, thanking him for the small help from Simon. But the man instead considers it as a sense of care and attention, but still maintain a distance that can horrendous people around. The blue-eyed man developed both corners of his lips upwards, very happy if the woman in front very much enjoyed the food he had ordered. 

"Together."

"Why is Mister here? We always meet, a fitting coincidence." The smiling Sacred Chirps and lowered their heads again, not wanting to linger. Trying to cover up feelings of sadness with a smile, does not require the sympathy of those who only look at him pity. 

Simon could not tell the truth, if he came just to make sure the Holy were okay.  "Want to see my doctor here! Are you here too?" 

"Hem." Holy Sahut is short, dense, and clear. "Can I be honest?"

"Tell me," said Simon who was relaxed, but deep down in his heart who was very curious and also stubborn. 

"The blue eyes you have are very similar to those of my acquaintances in Palestine."

"You are the umpteenth time I say that, my face is almost similar to some people. That's common" explains Simon, who covered it up, hoping that the hijab-wearing woman wouldn't recognize herself once disguised as Zaid.

"Ehem," deheman someone made the two people who looked familiar immediately turn to the origin of the voice, their attention distracted when looking at the handsome man wearing a suit. "You are so close," said Mirza glancing at the man with Saints fiercely.

"Who are you?" ask Simon who returned the look.

"There's no need to worry about who I am, who I'm alone in this place, and who's all three demons." Tukas Mirza who sneered.

"Damn, if Saints weren't here, I would've knocked him unconscious." His extremely furious mind, set the emotions in check. "One..two..and__." The third count he pointed at Mirza. 

"Why are you pointing at me?" 

"Because you are the third, and mean.hah, you must know the next word."

"Damn it, you fuckin' shit!" tukas Mirza hoisted the war flag.