Please Let go of me
Chapter 57 - Amanah Zufar

Simon was very upset and immediately stood up from his seat, approaching the man who had mocked him while twisting Mirza's hand tightly, making the owner grimace and rebel.

"Go away, or you'll be fucked!" threaten Mirza who is still in a bad state.

"I'm not afraid of anyone, don't try to threaten me." Strictly Simon who immediately let go of the grip and slightly pushed the man.

Suci did not understand the two people who had just met and instead waved the war flag, his mood that was still sad over Zufar's condition so that he fell and was not affected. Decided to leave the two people who were fighting. "Well, they just add to my sadness." Her mind returned to the ward where her husband was cared for.

"What's your real problem?" Mirza.

"I? Doesn't that matter come from you?" accuse Simon of turning things around, increasingly twisting the hands of his rival.

Mirza did not speak of the blue-eyed man, when both eyes did not see the existence of Saints. "Where's Sacred?" he said a slow voice was still heard by the man next to him. Simon also dirted in search of the whereabouts of the idol women who were not in place, immediately resolved their dispute and decided to search. 

Suci immediately saw the condition of her husband from behind the translucent glass, so many medical devices attached to Zufar's body. How painful it would be to hide the pain from loved ones. "I'll take care of you until you're well, Mas, fight as hard as we can to be together." His mind was smiling at the deeply wounded heart.

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A few days later, Zufar was allowed to go home, but was monitored by several medical teams checking every day. He had even returned to work, rising from the pain he had suffered. 

"Have you forgotten what the doctor suggested? Don't work in situations like this" said Suci, who warned her husband.

Zufar smiled as he looked at his wife, longing for the words of the woman who treated him like a child. Now the man with the head of the plontos has accepted what happened, living with all his heart. "Medicine again?" he was tired of the bitter taste.

Suci nodded her head, approaching her husband while closing the laptop. "I just want to get well, drink up!" he handed him a few tablets and pills, making sure that Zufar took and swallowed all the medicine.

Zufar immediately received the medicine and drank it after eating a special mouthful of rice. "Are you satisfied?" 

"Very satisfied," continued Suci smiling happily.

"Medicine won't help me, don't give it to me again. I just want to live a normal life, even if I don't live for six months." Zufar said that he was bored, even almost nauseous when drugs almost every time entered the stomach.

"I don't want to die in the care of the medical team, but next to you." It was clearly Zufar who was trying to say his wish.

Suci immediately wiped his tears, braced himself against Zufar who was not excited by the treatment and also chemotherapy which was very painful. "Then, what would I be if Mas wasn't there with me anymore?" 

Zufar gently stroked his wife's hair, spending all day inside the room. "What about your cake shop? As long as I'm sick, you don't visit her anymore." He avoids questions with other questions.

"Alhamdulillah, the pastry shop is running smoothly."

"Hem, that's good. Sorry for the mistake I made." Zufar said sincerely, a sad look that proved everything. 

"I've always forgiven you, Mom."

Zufar hugged his wife, peeling her forehead very gently. A hug that only happened for a few seconds and then released, he held both Holy shoulders and exchanged eye contact. "Because I demand a lot, it makes us lose. The absence of a successor makes me uneasy, I want you to run the company!" her word.

"Mas, I don't understand the office business." Sacred protests that do not want to be responsible, burden themselves that can deviate from principles. 

"I'm here, sooner or later you're going to continue my company."

"Alright, but I want you to run the medication."

"No, I'm satisfied and don't want to go back to the torture site. I told Doni's assistant, you can trust my accomplice. If there is a problem, you can ask. I believe it, don't doubt the sincere intention." Zufar. 

Saints are silent, getting responsibility and trust is very difficult. "I'm not sure about that, but why are you giving me such a big responsibility?" 

"Just want to" he said lightly.

Can't make a second choice, forcing her to accept. "I don't understand what you're saying, take a break!"

"Hem." Zufar looked at the Saints who had already come out of the room, immediately he grabbed a cell phone and contacted someone.