The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 009

"Both of you, listen to this carefully" said Iyan, staring at Disha and Hamzah alternately. "I won't let you off easily, lady si*lan!" Iyan continued, pointing at Disha. His eyes bulged, angry at Disha and Hamzah, which then ended with a spit on the floor.

"I no longer want to be your future wife, Mas! please marry your dark boyfriend!" Disha looked up, challenged, replied to Iyan's words.

"You too, Sisca! You've I trust as a good friend, it turns out to target and rob mine as well!" furious Disha, stared naggingly at Sisca.

"Milisha ...!" yell Iyan, wrath.

"What!" Disha does not want to lose, come up with a high voice.

Hamzah remained silent, wanting his sister to be relieved, having vented his emotions at the two-faced traitors. Yes, two-faced! because Iyan and Sisca, both shameless, when already caught red-handed by him and Disha.

Disha and Iyan were still staring at each other, with fierce gazes. In Disha's eyes, sweet memories emerged while with Iyan. It made him a little shaky. But at that very moment, he realized what was in front of him now.

"How long have you guys been in a relationship behind my back, huh?!" ask Disha, emotions. His eyes were red, his voice slightly trembling.

Iyan and Sisca remained silent, unwilling to answer Disha's question. Iyan still felt a little guilty towards Disha, but also could not bear to see Sisca being frightened.

"Oh ... So, you guys don't want to answer that, do you? Alright. Let me find out for myself!" threaten Disha's.

A clear thread dripped from the corner of his eye. The pain and disappointment that was very, very, he was feeling. He yelled at Iyan and Sisca. But, he still had a little sympathy for Sisca.

Disha brushed away her tears, and she took Hamzah out of the room, and asked to go home. Hamzah complied with his sister's request.

Sisca only glanced at Disha's departure, then lowered her head again. He still hasn't worn clothes. 'Look at you, Disha! when you're with Hamzah, you think I'll just shut up? huh!' sisca swore in her heart, with a sly grin.

Since Disha and Hamzah had left, Iyan immediately put on his dated clothes again, and ran out, to chase after the two brothers. Iyan walked in a hurry with wide steps. His gaze looked like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, fierce.

***

Disha, who was on his way home, kept daydreaming all the way. Hamzah who realized that, can only look at the brother of the motorcycle spy. Then, suddenly ....

"Shopc ...!"

A car hit the motor driven by Hamzah from behind. Hamzah was thrown some distance from his motorbike. As for Disha, he was dragged several meters away and his face was scratched by the asphalt, so much blood came out.

Stuck some glass shards too, on Disha's face. It made him shock and faint on the spot. Some people began to swarm around the scene, but no one dared to help. Shortly after, an ambulance arrived, and immediately took the two victims of the accident to the nearest hospital.

Arriving at the ER, there was a mysterious person who kept reporting to his master. "Okay, Young Master. I will always be on guard here" he said, nodding several times, though it would be invisible to his interlocutors on mobile.

After finishing the phone call, the mysterious person immediately returned to the hospital with a little disguise. It was done by him, because of orders from the master.

***

At exactly three in the afternoon, doctors visited Hamzah's room and treated Disha. Hamzah didn't get so many serious injuries. Only his hand was sprained. While Disha, the doctor had told Hamzah about his sister's condition.

Hamzah looked at his brother's pity. "Deck ... Why do you have to go through trials like this?" lirih Hamzah's. He felt guilty for his sister.

"For brother Hamzah, I'm waiting for your approval to perform a facial surgery on Disha's sister" said the doctor with the name Arif.

"Good, Doctor. I'll consider it first."

Doctor Arif nodded and smiled. "good. Then, excuse me first."

Hamzah just nodded. Then, he who was sitting leaning on the bed, looked at the sister with a mind that was breezy. He didn't have enough money for Disha's surgery, nor did he tell his mother about the accident.

"Excuse me ...!" said a man with a tall body, strapping and neatly dressed. "What's right, you're Hamzah?" he asked, after sitting on a chair near Hamzah's bed.

Hamzah gulped quickly, for a little fear. "Right, Sir. S-sa-me Hamzah," replied Hamzah.

"Okay, Mas Hamzah. I was asked to meet you, by my employer. Incidentally, I had also heard everything the doctor had said. Look, Mas Ham—"

"Wait ...! We don't know each other yet, sir. What's the name of the Father?" sela Hamzah's.

"My name is. Just call Toni," replied Toni, extending a hand.

"Well, Mr. Toni," said Hamzah, who later received Toni's hand.

After the two shake hands with each other, Toni explains what orders are given by her employer. Hamzah listened carefully. After that, Hamzah began to dare to ask. "Does Mr. Toni's employer not mind this?"

"Of course not, Mas Hamzah. This is my employer offering. So, where might he object," explained Toni, while justifying her sitting position. "Please give me an answer as soon as possible, Mom! pity also Mas Hamzah's brother who is still lying unconscious," said Toni, pointing to Disha, by turning his head to the right bed.

"Emc ... All right, I'll agree to help. But, I assume that I owe Mr. Toni's employer. How's it?" Hamzah tried to bargain, because he did not want to be helped freely.

"Alright, Mas Hamzah. Wait right here! I'll call the guard nurse, to give you the operating consent file to sign."

Toni got up from her seat and went outside the room. He looked for the nurse, and told the nurse, to immediately provide the Disha operation approval file, to Hamzah.

After signing the approval letter, the doctor immediately did some checking, before finally bringing Disha to the operating room.

***

In the operating waiting room, Toni waited for her employer to arrive while sipping the coffee she had just bought. Every now and then, he wails, to ensure the arrival of the master.

"How's Disha doing, Mr Toni?"

Toni immediately shortened, until the coffee she was shredded sprayed. "Young Master ...!"