The Singers
035. The avenged pain.

Amira runs out of blood which has become unconscious. The clinking sound of the device regulating his heartbeat filled this silent room. Alkan sat on the edge of Amira's bed. Astrid was waiting for him outside, while here, she was waiting for Amira to wake up from her sleep.

He never faced an event like this. It was the first experience of seeing someone he was chasing in the face of his suffering. He was used to being with a woman whose life was too perfect, this time he looked at this weak girl who was in front of him. Alkan wanted to continue protecting the girl.

Alkan was used to treating a patient, but this time was different. Can he treat the deep wounds on the girl? Can he be a healer from the girl's dark days?

The clockwork detail made him look that way, it had been two hours Amira had not awakened himself. He exhaled, worried for this girl in front of him. When will this girl wake up?

What was this girl afraid of until she almost finished herself off. Alkan's head became filled with questions that would not be answered.

Amira blinked her eyes, the girl woke up. He glanced at Alkan who was beside him, sitting faithfully from earlier there.

"Awill? What are you doing here?" Ask the girl who has changed into a patient's shirt.

The white hoodie was no longer a white hoodie, instead it became white with a red pattern and was also drenched.

"Wait for you. Wanna drink?"

Amira nodded, as if conscious and accustomed to waking up in this state in the hospital. Amira woke herself up, sitting leaning on the bed.

Alkan took a glass and helped Amira to drink.

"Dizziness?" Alkan castrated the girl's condition.

"No. Thank you" he replied slowly.

Alkan nodded, "Don't be rich like this anymore. Laper?" Ask back. That's not what Alkan wanted to ask. The full question should be withheld for a while when Amira has started to improve a bit at least.

"No."

"But you haven't eaten since morning. Eat, huh? A little bit, at least your stomach is filled."

"Where's Astrid?" The girl shifted the topic.

His eyes did not even want to return the gaze from Alkan which made Amira feel afraid and also feel guilty, no matter what.

"Your mother is outside. Eat, huh? Let me take a bribe." The initiative has already begun to take plates containing portions of food for patients provided by this hospital.

"No need. I eat by myself." He said he wanted to take the plate but Alkan kept it away.

"With an arm full of wounds covered in bandages?" The question that is actually interpreted is satire.

Amira immediately looked at his arm, he only realized the scratches made earlier were covered by bandages. His art is no longer taken. His art is covered, not worth pointing out.

"But my hands are fine. My hands are not paralyzed." He said he was still trying to reach the plate.

Alkan did not reply back, the man instead scooped up the food that he would feed Amira. "Don't argue. You don't feel like you owe me, do you?"

"What's nuts?"

"Good nub. I have nolongin you several times. And it feels like you can pay for that right now, in the same way I am." Clearly then again extended the bribe to Amira.

Amira did not want to continue the debate, because she actually still felt the dizziness that spread to her head.

"Can I have it?"

"What's the?" Amira's voice this time sounded weak, not as usual.

Amira was silent, not answering. The girl turned her eyes the most important thing was not to see Alkan's eyes piercing her.

"My future."

"Why is your future?"

"I'll be angry in the future." He replied in a raucous voice even sounding like he wanted to cry again.

"If so. Marriage to me, your future will be assured."

This time Amira's gaze again fell on the gaze of Alkan who was still faithful to pay attention to every movement of Amira. The girl looked for the man's seriousness in her eyes.

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His mfather confronted him with a fierce or disappointed look at him. Amira cleared her throat slowly, trying to melt the atmosphere from earlier Mbaknta was silent. There's Leo and Rania too. Leo is busy with his toys, and Rania is busy with her phone. They did not invite Amira to speak as if she was holding back an upset.

"Are you acting crazy again, are you?" Asked his Mbak who stood with his hands on his chest while watching Amira. "Bak nyita hp you deliberately let you not read the internet and make you go crazy! It's even accidentally opened Leo's tablet." The omel.

Leo watched his mother with fearful eyes. "Mamih, don't get mad at uty. Uty agi tatit." Stubborn Leo.

Madam Astrid glanced at her son at a glance and then turned back to her sister-in-law. "Bak is worried about you, Ami. What Mbak feared even happened rich gini. What the hell are you? Never understood what Ma'am said? I don't want to lose you."

Lose me or lose the source of the money.

"Sorry." Amira's great-grandson.

"Don't get rich again. You are now responsible, Ma'am. Don't act crazy rich again, don't go back."

In the past, he was in this position when his mother died. He's always been crazy about hurting himself. He lost his way and his identity, like a living carcass.

"Yes.." Amira still responded slowly.

"Denger. All of this has already happened. Mbak will investigate who dares to reveal the news. We paid so much for the news to be erased."

Amira was silent, actually she did not care who did it. "Not to."

"What do you mean?"

"Not to find out." Her request.

"He already wants to ruin your career and can also endanger you later and you even say no need?! Crazy are you?"

Indeed, Amira had indeed felt herself to be crazy for a long time. Even since he felt himself was not his real self.

"Udah. Lo a lot of very chatty, teeserah the Mbaklah want to do it. It's also for your good." Rania this time.

"No need. I said, no need, no need. Or I don't want to be an artist at all." This time Amira boldly threatened.

He did not want to prolong the affair and also take revenge which would only make his head dizzy as well as his anger getting darker.

"OKAY. Okay if that's what you want. But one thing. You stay an artist and try to maybe ignore the news. As if you did not know about the news, because over time people will forget the same news. Wanna?"

"Yes, I understand."