The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 35 - Hope

"Recover me, Lord .. My little bunny got loose, let me get him back."

His sweat fell, Mikhail still trying to move his legs. Falling down, he got back up. Sick, of course. So many times, and the pain is still the same. It's just, there's a reason why he should be able to improve as soon as possible.

With the help of his nurse, Mikhail still tried although sometimes the man responsible for accompanying him was often stroking the chest because Mikhail who was not as patient and always cursed him.

"Arrarghh!! Why removable? You're making me wretch?" mikhail asked when his body fell down again the umpteenth time, it had been said that he did not force himself and Mikhail's strong stance in the end made him tormented.

"Sorry, Mr. .. It's good that you take a break first, if forced to fear that it will take longer to heal."

Mikhail gave up, indeed it seems like a wheelchair would be better. It was almost late at night, he was still sitting in his room. The man wanted to be alone, for a while he would spend time on the balcony of the room.

Three months had passed, his world had completely changed. Let alone work and do anything else, just walk he can't. Mikhail laughed again at his destiny.

"Where areyou? Is there? Is there? Or there, Zia?" mikhail asked pointing to some of the most shining stars among the other stars.

His little heart was crying now, how Mikhail was still even the main topic of the television station. Some parties are worried and grateful because Mikhail slowly recovered, but on the other hand not a few who even party for the accident that happened to him.

"It must be primitive, I forgot his phone wasn't used to find information about important people like me."

Mikhail smiled bitterly, he had already spent a lot of money so that the media put themselves first in the hope that Valenzia would come to him. Not only that, Bryan and Ibra also searched even though the man was a little surprised why his son urged some parties to find the figure of the woman in question.

Lockscreen phone is still the same, Zia's pretty face with light blue dress that she torn first so soothing Mikhail's eyes. Intentionally stealing photos from his social media because he does not have a photo of Zia in a natural state.

Mikhail's days were spent doing the same thing, getting up early, eating, walking, falling, getting up again and continuing until he got tired himself. Tonight he again monitored Zia's social media accounts in his own moments.

When Mikhail himself will send various messages to Zia to his personal account. Although the expectation of the message being read was so small, Mikhail did it anyway.

"Read dong, dear ... Why do you have to be angry in this way, Zia?" mikhail asked almost even in despair, the man rubbed his face rough and his chest up and down as if his heart was pressed slowly.

Already hundreds of messages he sent, after yesterday the contents complained because the mother was angry because he was on hunger strike, now Mikhail explained his development today.

Five steps! I did it, I miss you, Zia. Wait until I can run, I'll look for you no matter how far you go.

"Is it too rude? He's afraid to read it."

Want to threaten but finally he removed the threat sentence because of fear Zia further after reading it. The man bit his lip, then sent a short message without threat at the end.

For a long time he looked at Mikhail, until he was stunned when he noticed Zia's account online. His eyes were perfectly rounded, for quite a long time he looked at even his eyes were now glazed, Mikhail seemed to not believe what he saw this time.

"Huh? What'sthis?"

Mikhail refreshes the appearance of the conversation column, believe the description of Online Zia even just as soon as the eyes. So quickly passed leaving Mikhail who was being shocked by it.

"Even my eyes expect more for missing you too much, Zia." Mikhail shook his head slowly, he missed it so much that his sense of sight was also fantastic.

His expectations were too high, it was already too late and it seemed like he really had to rest. Already getting used to it, Mikhail was able to move into bed without any help. He did not want his body spoiled, although a little draining but no problem.

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Far from Mikhail's reach, it was calm and the air here felt even more soothing. It's not a rich environment, but it feels better than living in the place before.

"You sure? Are you not going too far?"

He simply replied with a deheman without a definite sentence, it seemed like the best way to forget was this. Moving countries, yes it does sound absurd but this is the best decision in his opinion.

"Almost two months I've been here .. It seems I'm fine, after all distance is not a problem while being able to adapt."

He was still young, deciding to find a harder way of life with the rest of the money from Mikhail. It would not be enough if he relied on it to live for the next few months, so it began to move with determination, and the ability to speak foreign languages that need not be doubted make Valenzia sure can survive.

"America, Zia .. Why go that far?"

"Wind it," Zia replied later, before she had aspired to set foot into this country to continue her S2, but for different reasons she decided to achieve her dream of scorching as well.

"Better to go home, Zia, America won't be that humble believe me."

"Where should I go? Go home to Semarang? My father and mother will not accept the failure of her daughter, Erika!!"

He's lost his way, if he keeps meeting Zidan who's sick is himself. However, if he chooses to go home to his parents, then it is useless because it is the same as suicide.

The treachery Zia did was scratching herself, not to mention when she learned the fact Mikhail had an accident after looking for her at Erika's residence the more determined Zia was completely round after that, in the end the reason he went so far was just to close the story and try to erase his guilt.

"You lost a lot of things, Zia ... You even lost yourself" said Erika from behind her mobile phone, after some time he finally managed to also receive news from this brash friend of his.

"I know, Erika, there's no need to be confirmed and I'm aware of that." She has not lost anything, Zia has even gained everything without Erika knowing.

"Mr Mikh ...."

"Stop, Erika. If you call me just to say this, then better never call me again."

Erika had not yet spoken, her anger had already risen. Somehow it felt like Zia was really this angry, not at Mikhail but herself.

The man who came into his life suddenly and turned Zia into a terrible monster that had no heart. Zia was sitting limp and was now leaning against the side of the wall, biting the tip of her fingers as she cried so hard. Actually who made him sick the most, the wounded Zidan or the weakly lying Mikhail because of it.

"Aaaarrrrggghhh!! Why do you two have to come into my life!!"

Tbc

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