The charm of Miss Zahra
Episode three

Now it was Fatih's turn to turn the scramble to get an answer from Zahra's question attack. He really did not think that this woman was very ordinary straight. He should be interested in continuing to pay attention to her.

From the answer on display Zahra can catch Fatih if he offers a deal to her would certainly get a rejection. But clearly, Zahra said she would reject it.

"Do you intend to offer that cooperation to me?" tanya Zahra still uses quiet mode.

Deg.

"Yes if you want to."

"Didn't I say I would refuse from the beginning."

Fatih scratched the temple while not itching at all.

"Ah yes I'm the one who lacks focus," joked Fatih, "how much money do you need Miss Zahra?"

Zahra kept a calm smile, unaffected by the offer of money. "Is this a form of persuasion? If so, sorry I don't need it."

Zahra did not know if his attitude increasingly made a Fatih Alan Akbar pay attention to him.

"No, no, you don't have to worry, miss. The company will lend you money for your mother's medical expenses. The money can be returned by installments. Every time you receive a salary, there will be a cut. Less is more like that."

"Really?"

"Yes, after this meet the financial side, I will contact him from here. Hope this helps. Think of it as a payment for your dedication to the company. Tonight you don't have to overtime anymore."

"I'm sorry I misunderstood you."

"No problem, please finish your job again."

Again Zahra thanked me. He got up and left the room where he worked. But Zahra stopped when Fatih called again. "Yes?"

"It's nice to discuss with you, miss" Fatih said in a nod by Zahra.

Fatih smiled at the door that was closed. Suddenly his brain reflexes imagining if the woman who a while ago conversed with him. Imagine how they would educate their children later. Moreover, according to Fatih Zahra is so clever and suitable if being this from his children. But the smile was gone when Bram came in and passed Zahra.

"So?" bram's question shattered the imagination Fatih was building.

"Cancel."

"Who? There's no way he's not tempted by money. Didn't we just hear he's in need of a lot of money."

"Not always money can buy what we want. I have a lot of money but I cannot buy happiness. The way he refused didn't offend me, Bram. He's very smart looking for the right answer but it's nice to hear."

Bram frowned. As a fellow man he was able to grasp another intent from the way Fatih praised Zahra.

"Looks like you're so interested in talking about him, Brother."

"Indeed. You know why?" Bram shook his head, "In addition to being hardworking, he is also good at putting himself in the shoes of others. So it's not easy to corner and judge others."

Fix, in his mind Bram said that Fatih was interested in the figure who crossed with him earlier. Beautiful indeed, but unfortunately she can not be greedy. Now he has two women, one is his wife and the other is Alin.

***

Before returning to his study, Zahra met the financial department as ordered by Fatih. The finance staff brought him face to face with Bu Hayan as the finance director.

Although it has been given a mandate by Fatih, there are still several procedures that must be done by Zahra to get a loan.

Two hours later, he left his office and just returned. Alin, whose desk is opposite, must be wondering what Zahra is talking about with their boss.

"Shut, what was Mf talking about. Fatih, Zahra?"

"Curious?" Zahra focused on the job she left behind. In her heart she said a word of gratitude repeatedly. At least for some time to come he already has a hold on to his mother's medical expenses. So she no longer needed to expect kindness from her aunt.

Alin clucked as his curiosity went unanswered. They are equally focused on work until the working time is over.

"Not overtime?" alin asked when he saw Zahra packing his things.

"Today no, I have to go back to Bandung to see the condition of my mother. I don't know about post-surgery."

"Should I go with you?"

"Well, if you don't want to be accompanied. I'll take you to the station."

Zahra nodded in agreement.

The hospital became Zahra's main destination when he arrived in Bandung. He approached his sister and asked her about the news. But Hilal's silence made Zahra even more anxious. He went to see a doctor in his room.

"There's good news, there's bad news. I'll tell you the good news first but you have to be ready to hear the bad news too. Surgery to clean the blood of the bada part of the back of the brain is successful but your mother has decreased consciousness for a time that can not be predicted."

"You mean, my mom's in a coma?"

"Yes, like that."

Zahra was massaging her forehead luckily she already had a money grip.

"When you're healthy, the house feels lonely without you." Now he could only look at the mother who was still in the ICU room the most frightening room.

"Zahrah!"

Zahra and Hilal turned to look at the owner of the voice who was none other than their Hayla-aibi.

"Where do you have money?"

Zahra and Hilal are each other. There are no questions other than money, for example asking his mother.

"Is that important to aunt?" ask Hilal.

"Silent you snot kid. I'm talking to your brother."

"What is the importance to aunt?" ask Zahra while still putting adab first when talking to older people.

"It's important I know where you got the money from. There's no way you'd get that kind of money in one night if-,"

"If what? Aunty wants to say that it's not because Zahra sold herself that way?" Hilal looked emotional. He was furious when his sister and mother were always humbled. Even the one who was degrading was her own aunt.

"Gilk!" Zahara scolds her sister.

"Don't shut up, brother. This person is too concerned with the personal life of others but has no share. Look, even when her own brother needs a helping hand but auntie instead prefers to fold her hand in the chest."

"You?" Hayla pointed at Black's face with an angry expression.

"Gilk!" Zahra shook her head so that her sister would no longer make her mother's sister angry.

"Basar of illegitimate children. Because you guys are my brother, life's been tough. Because he married your father he was willing to live in poverty and lack. You fucking carrier."

Zahra cleared her throat, "If your aunt's goal is to come just to curse us and not visit you, you better go home. Poor thing, auntie will just be a waste of time and energy" Zahra said in a calm tone, not as passionate as her sister.

After Hayla left, a man in a gentle boyish manner approached Zahra.

"Good night, are you Miss Zahra?" ask the man.

Hilal and Zahra glanced at each other then Zahra nodded.

"I'm Sam, Mr. Fatih's personal assistant Alan Akbar. He wants to talk to you."

"Mr Fatih Alan Akbar? Does he think I'm at work?"

"True, come with me."

Zahra says goodbye to Hilal and follows a man named Sam. But what makes the wonder is that the man named Sam brought Zahra to the room that says dr. Friska SpOG's.

"Please!" Sam opened the door for Zahra.

"Good night, Miss Zahra," said Fatih who was sitting quietly in the doctor's room.

"Good night" Zahra replied.

"Please sit down, Miss Zahra," said the female doctor. "Is this Mr Fatih's future surrogate mother?"