
Under the pitch-black sky the rain still flushed the capital. An unexpected event must happen as quickly as lightning strikes.
Like two knives, the events that happened have destroyed everything. Pain that kills the past.
Now Ayana is sitting in the waiting room while holding warm water in a paper cup. The resulting puff of steam swept across his shoulder face.
A few moments ago Zidan was taken into the hospital which was a hundred meters from the scene and Ayana was found by Danieal.
He brought his brother in who was now in front of the operating room. He sat there quietly without any activity.
The warm water given by her brother is only a display. Ayana was like a statue, just blinking and breathing without making any sound.
Danieal came out of the room still finding Ayana in the same position. He approached and sat right next to her.
"Don't worry, Zidan will definitely be fine. So far the operation has been going well" Danieal explained.
He was sorry to see the situation of Ayana who resembled the undead. Highlight his empty eyes stared at the hospital floor with a deathly pale face.
He realized that Ayana's condition was far from okay. His mind was re-shaken by watching Zidan's accident right in front of his eyes.
About an hour ago he found Ayana in a drenched state, her face red with tears flowing endlessly hidden behind the rain.
"You have to be strong, don't blame yourself. This incident was purely an accident. I'll take care of your hand first, wait here," Danieal said, then left.
After the older brother tears flowed on both cheeks, his mind was withering everywhere. Inside his head was so raging with self-important things as the perpetrator of the accident happened.
"If it wasn't for me she couldn't have gotten hit by a car. Wh why? Why did you have to find me? Why have you come so far to sacrifice yourself for a woman like me? Why?" The words constantly revolve in the mind.
Ayana squeezes the paper cup making the water inside her swag upwards soaking her hands.
The pain produced by the incision wound on the right palm he did not care. Ayana kept silent as she looked straight down. Even the patient's wet clothes he did not change and continued to wear ignore the cold.
Ayana was too shocked, shocked, did not believe what had just happened to make her mentally really shaken.
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Danieal has returned and is currently treating the wound on Ayana's hand. He grimaced in pain when he put a needle on the surface of the patient's skin.
He looked up repeatedly to see Ayana without expression. There was no sign of pain or pain there, just the opposite Danieal felt it.
"A-Ayana aren't you in pain? Why not get an anesthetic? Don't you feel pain?" ask Danieal in the middle of treatment.
Ayana only shook her head in response, Danieal sighed softly and immediately finished his work.
Not long after that he managed to sew a gaping wound on Ayana's hand. He also did not know why the younger brother could get such deep wounds.
Her memory goes back to this morning, where Ayana is seen just returning from Zidan's residence. He heard from fellow doctor Haikal if the pianist was found covered in blood.
Danieal thinks that Ayana did something to Zidan, so he unconsciously asked questions as if accusing her of acting out of common sense.
"Better now you change clothes, there are a lot of patient clothes in this hospital. After that do the prayer isya," said Danieal jerked the heart.
Ayana regained her senses and rounded her two irises. He forgets that there are obligations to be performed.
He left Danieal alone there. The man sighed again while looking at Ayana's back who kept away.
Recombine before the Almighty, shed more tears. Thread after grain of clear liquid slid non-stop.
Only his heart spoke without speaking it verbally. Both hands looked up to ask for the help of the Almighty.
"God, please heal Zidan, may nothing bad happen to him. O Allah, do us good and strengthen us. Strengthen mental, inner, and physical servants. Eliminate the ugly mind in the servant .. even though the servant is very tired of facing the severe trials of You again. O Allah allow the prayer of the servant," Ayana continued to pray and ask Allah alone.
Sepi became a loyal friend to welcome his arrival. After carrying out the obligation, Ayana again walked in the hallway of the tenth floor to see the development of the pianist.
However, before his goal could be reached one suddenly just pulled him towards the emergency stairs.
Ayana was shocked, her heart was racing, and her body was shaking violently. He was very afraid that the events in the residence of President Han could be repeated again.
He closed both eyes tightly when someone pressed his neck using his arms. The position reminds him of a few months ago where the ex-honey came to him.
"Are you scared now, Ayana?"
A familiar voice greeted, Ayana slowly opened her eyelids watching the blushing lips curl perfectly.
"Be-Bella?" tweet slowly.
Bella kept pressing the arm around Ayana's neck. The owner felt tight and tried to breathe with the oxygen supply thinning.
"Let go! What are you doing?" As much as Ayana's energy threw her arm, Bella was jerked and then snorted violently.
"Oh it turns out you still have power too" he said again.
"What do you want?" ask Ayana directly.
Bella walked back a few steps back and leaned against the guardrail. He folded his hands in front of his chest and looked up at Ayana.
"Simple, I want you to confess to Mas Zidan's parents if .. you're the one who got his son in an accident and .. You're the one who wanted to kill him in the Zidan mas mansion, too," Bella.
"You must be crazy. Where may I want to follow your wishes." Ayana was about to step foot in front of him before Bella's voice interrupted again.
"Oh, then you agree I'm spreading this out." Bella brandished her smart thing that showed a picture of a mound of land there.
"I heard this woman's parents think of you as their own child, but do they know? If you use his son's body to deceive us?" Bella grinned at Ayana's reaction.
The woman was wide-eyed while staring at the nanar on her phone. Now Bella has held Ayana's weakness to take advantage of her shaken condition.