The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 011

"You guys, you know Nak Aslan?" ask Maryam curious.

"Just know from a few magazines, Mom," replied Hamzah.

"You know him, too, Nduk?" now it was Disha's turn to be questioned by Maryam.

Disha nodded. "Just like Mas Hamzah, Mom."

Aslan, just silently stared and confused what to say. "Emc ... Actually, Mom, Disha, and Mas Hamzah ... I know Disha, since Disha was still sitting on the Junior High. Even during the white-gray period, I had a school with Disha.

Maybe Disha doesn't know me very well, but I know him very well. And incidentally, we can be found directly, even in a slightly complicated way and situation," explained Aslan, who then rubbed his neck and smiled thinly.

"Well, whatever it is, Mr. Aslan, I thank you" Hamzah said.

"No no no no! just call me Aslan. I'm under Mas Hamzah."

Hamzah scrunched his forehead. "uh? emm.. then, okay ... Aslan's." The four laughed lightly, compactly.

***

Where Iyan and Sisca are ....

"Darling, have you heard anything about Disha and her family?" asked Sisca, who was leaning against the chest of Iyan's field.

Iyan let out a rough breath. "Yet, Sweety. I don't really want to care. But, I was afraid that I would be sought by the police," replied Iyan, flatly.

"Why should you be afraid, baby? 'right, it's me."

"Shut up, Sisca! you made a mistake when you did that. Why did you have to use my car, to harm Disha and her sister, huh?!" Iyan protest.

Sisca withdrew, from the chest of Iyan's field. "Why do we always fight over this?! I was in a state of rage at the time, baby!" Sisca tried to find Iyan's sympathy, by putting on a sad face.

The quarrel that had repeated several times, made Iyan feel embarrassed, and chose to leave the apartment he rented to live with Sisca. While Sisca, can only cry and grumble indistinctly.

***

A few months have passed. Disha, along with her mother and sister, has been living in Aslan's gift house. That is why, Iyan could not find Disha's existence. Today, Disha schedules to open the bandages that cover her face.

"Are you ready, Nduk?" asked Maryam who was accompanying her daughter at the dresser.

"He'eh, Mom. I'm ready, very ...!" replied Disha, excitedly.

Then, the two left for the hospital, by taking an online taxi. In the taxi, Disha thought about Aslan's kindness to her. Starting from taking him with his brother to the hospital during the accident, to finance his facial surgery.

"Mr ...!" call Disha lirih.

Mary turned her head, then rubbed Disha's hand. "Yes, Nduk.. piye?"

Disha shaking. "It's okay, Mom. Just think of something."

"What's that about, Nduk?"

"Later, I'll tell you, Mom. Hehehe," Disha smiled, displaying a neat row of her teeth.

"Occupy ... Basic ...!"

The two laughed together, and refocused on looking at the road that passed. A few minutes later, Disha and Maryam arrived in the hospital courtyard. Then, they went straight to Arif's doctor's office, having already made an appointment.

"Good day, Mother, and sister Disha," greeted the doctor, who then invited Maryam and Disha to sit down. "Are you ready to open the bandage?" keep doctor.

"Oh, yes, brothers Hamzah and Aslan, will soon arrive. He said they also wanted to see the new face of Disha's sister" the doctor said, giving a friendly smile.

"Good, Doc. We will wait for the arrival of the two of them" replied Maryam.

***

Hamzah and Aslan had already arrived at Arif's doctor's room. Right now, doctor Arif is opening the bandage on Disha's face slowly. Disha was nervous, but also impatiently wanted to see her new face. He was already holding a medium-sized mirror, in order to see his face directly, when the bandage was perfectly open.

"Please open your eyes, sister Disha ...!" tell the doctor.

Disha opened his eyes and opened them slowly. Then, put a mirror, right in front of the face.

"Mom, is this my face now?" disha asked, with an expression of amazement, disbelief. He then gently rubbed his own cheek, and pinched it slowly. "Aw! pain ...!"

"Why?!" hambah and Aslan together.

"I'm happy, Mas ... Very happy ...!" sahut Disha with sparkling eyes.

Hamzah and Aslan chuckled. While Maryam just smiled, then framed Disha's face. "You look more beautiful, Nduk! but, your eyes and lips, they still look like Alm. Father," said Maryam terluk.

"Mother's right, Dek. You are getting more beautiful, but something remains attached to you" Hamzah said.

Aslan who heard that, smiled full of haru. His eyes glazed over, seeing how great the affection between Disha, Maryam, and Hamzah was.

"Thank God that Mom, Mas Hamzah, and Disha are happy with the results of the operation. I'm happy too" Aslan said.

"Disha.don't forget our practice for these few months, yes!" aslan's Perspiration.

Hamzah patted his head, and said, "Ah, I almost forgot. Good thing you reminded him, Aslan."

"We must not forget that, Mas Hamzah. Isn't that right, Clara Felisha?"

Disha nodded with eyes full of anger. He could not wait to repay Iyan and Sisca. Over the past few months, while still in recovery, he has been equipped with many new things, by Aslan.

Starting from the name, attitude, body gestures, and others, all Aslan taught Disha. With the help of some people who are experts in the field, making Disha can change a little. "I will come, to avenge the deeds of the two traitors who have harmed me and Mas Hamzah!" determination Disha.

***

In the event of the launch of new cosmetics....

"Thank you to Miss Clara Felisha, who has been a sponsor of tonight's event. To Miss Clara, please take the stage, to give a welcome to the invited guests here ...!" said the host, who was then followed by a loud applause.

Clara got up from her seat, then walked up to the stage, and gave her a welcome. One of the gazes from the invited guest, made Clara smile cynically. Yes, Iyan attended the event, and now.. Iyan was watching himself, without blinking.

"Thank you for the welcome, Miss," said the host, inviting Clara, to sit back.

Clara sat back in her place. It tries to keep looking graceful, as Aslan's chosen people teach. For a while, Clara felt safe, because she had not received any interference from Iyan.

Iyan who was present with Sisca, his eyes continued to look at Clara, which, his seat was not so far away. Only two tables. "Darling, who did you see?!" sisca asked, with a jealous face.

"Ah, don't look at anybody, Sweety. We enjoyed the show, yeah!" elak Iyan, while embracing Sisca, and turned his face towards the stage. A lustful smile, engraved on Iyan's lips.

Clara who had a glimpse towards Iyan, revealed a sly smile. He felt very confident that :the plan that had been neatly arranged by him, would definitely run smoothly. Until the middle of the show, suddenly...

"Good night, Miss Clara ...!"