Twins A And Miss Cheriwis

Twins A And Miss Cheriwis
S2 - Chapter. 4 - Not Good Feelings


Zia looked at her appearance in the mirror, where she was standing with one of her legs that had been declared healed a few weeks ago, exactly before Zia left for Singapore. His fractured leg bone can already be used as a pedestal. However, Zia still could not use it for too long. While one of Zia's legs was severely injured, it still could not be used as a pedestal for her to stand. However, Zia's toes can move everything. It was something of an excellent development for Zia's severely broken leg.


"Buk Zia sure you want to use a stick?" ask Yuli-sang's assistant.


"Yes, why is it? Can't you?" zia asked back with a smile.


"It's not so, Buk. But---"


"You just calm down. I must be all right. After all, I am also tired of knowing if I have to sit all day," Zia said with a smile.


"Yes, Buk." As an assistant, Yuli can only obey her superiors without being able to argue.most importantly, she must remain on standby to prepare a wheelchair when Zia needs it.


"Come," asked Zia who was nodded by Yuli.


Today, Zia will be signing a contract and photograph together. Of course the girl wants to look beautiful when in the photo. Zia did not want to be in the photo, she was sitting in a wheelchair, while she was able to walk with a cane, although she could not walk quickly and her movements were still fairly limited.


Almost half a day had passed, suddenly Zia felt her legs pulsing violently, making her grimace to hold back her nagging.


"Buk Zia is okay?" tanya Yuli was worried.


"Yes, but I don't know why, my legs feel really sore, huh?" zia said in a voice that endured the pain.


"Maybe it's because Buk Zia is walking too much, Buk. Buk Zia's better use a wheelchair, huh?" advice Yuli.


"Hmm, okay."


Yuli also took the wheelchair that she put in the cashier. Ah yes, they are currently having lunch with investors who will fund all of Zia's work at the exhibition.


"This, Buk, is taking the medicine first" Yuli said, giving some grains of pain medication that she always takes everywhere.


Although Zia had never complained if her legs hurt or hurt, Yuli still carried her superior medicine wherever she went. He did it just in case, if something like that happened.


Zia took the medicine that Yuli gave her, then downed it one by one until it was exhausted with difficulty. Yuli immediately gave the citrus fruit that she had peeled quickly to Zia, so that her boss did not feel nauseous when swallowing a medicine that must have felt very bitter in the throat.


"Thank you, Yul," Zia said as she picked up the orange Yuli gave her.


"Together, Buk."


Yuli also helps Zia to move to a wheelchair, then they say goodbye to investors to return to the hotel room, because Zia is suddenly not feeling well.


"I don't feel good, Yul?" said Zia telling what she felt to Yuli.


"Nice how, Buk?" ask Yuli to make sure what kind of response she has to give.


"Don't know. When my feet hurt, I thought of Yumna. Afraid that Yumna was all right," Zia said in a soft voice.


"Buk Zia don't think things out, yeah. Maybe it was because Buk Zia was feeling homesick with Yumna. So Buk Zia thinks like that," said Yuli trying to give a positive thought to her boss.


"Yes too, yeah. What you say is true." Zia grabbed her phone in the bag, and the girl made a call to Mama Kesya.


Somewhere else.


Mama Kesya felt confused to give a reason when she saw Zia calling her number.


"Duh, how's this, Ma'am?" ask Mama Kesya to Mama Nayna.


"Emm, just say if we are in the hospital to check for stomach pain due to eating a lot of food yesterday" suggested Mama Nayna.


"Keep, if Zia asks Yumna how?" ask Mama Kesya again.


"Ah yes, just say that Yumna is with her papa. After all, Zia has never shunned Arash, has she?" mama Kesya said when she had a good idea.


"Well, yes, really. Say it like that," said Mama Nayna agreed to the idea expressed by Mama Kesya.


Mama Nayna and Mama Kesya have agreed not to tell Zia the current state of Yumna, because they do not want to interfere with Zia's work which can make the girl reach her dream come true.


Mama Kesya and Mama Nayna decided to switch places, before deciding to shift the green button so that the video call Zia called could connect.


"Hi dear, assalamualaikum," said Mama Kesya, next to the middle-aged woman there was Mama Nayna.


"Moskalamic. You, Mama's with Aunt Kesya?" asked Zia with a shriveled forehead.


"Yes, honey. We're together."


"What's up, Ma? Is Yumna sick?" guess Zia.


Mama Kesya and Mama Nayna glanced at each other, then they laughed together.


"Yumna's fine, baby. She was at home with her papa." Mama Kesya told a lie.


"Where are Auntie and Mama?" ask Zia who feels familiar with the current standing location of Mama Kesya and Mama Nayna.


"Oh, we're in the hospital again. Just finished the examination," lied Mama Nayna.


"Do what checks, Ma? What are Mama and Auntie sick about?" asked Zia worried.


"It hurts nothing. It was just a stomachache this morning, because yesterday we had eaten spicy rujak," said Mama Nayna by lying back.


"Geez, Ma!" Zia could only shake her head slowly. "But Mama and Auntie are fine now, right?" ask Zia.


"Yes, honey. We're doing fine."


"Thank God then. Zia was calm" said Zia softly. "Oh yeah, what about Yumna? All right, right?" ask Zia again about the news of the tiny baby who is disturbing her mind at this time.


"Yes, honey. Yumna's fine."


"Thank God …"


"So, when are you going home?" ask Mama Kesya.


"Emm, if there's no obstacle maybe tomorrow Zia can go home, Auntie."


"Ah, so is it. Thank goodness then," said Mama Kesya felt relieved.


"What's wrong, Auntie? Is something going on?" guess Zia who came back felt bad.


"Hmm? Nothing, everything is fine, '" lied Mama Kesya who answered a nod by Mama Nayna.


After talking for a while with Mama Nayna and Mama Kesya, Zia decided on her call.


"Huufff, almost," said Mama Nayna softly.


"Yes, almost."


Suddenly the nurse ran over to Mama Nayna and Mama Kesya, telling her that Yumna was having convulsions at this time.


"Astaghfirullah, Yumnaaa …."