Against the Young Director

Hospitalized

Refan sat looking at the tiny body covered in a hospital bed. Her hair was wrapped in a hijab like an extremely precious and untouched item.

The girl's face was so pretty with no makeup polish at all and had a different aura in Refan's eye view. Although there was a slight bruise on his face and on the forehead there was a wound that was quite severe that made him into a coma, but did not reduce the slightest bit of beauty. So it looks as soft as silk, very different when meeting at the office yesterday the day after tomorrow.

Am I drunk? Hah I never even touched that damn drink.

Refan had his own views on the intoxicating drink, the bitter memories caused by it made him hate all intoxicating drinks.

He slightly shook his head to regain his consciousness.

Not long after, his phone rang.

He stood up and walked away so as not to disturb someone who was lying weakly on the bed.

"Sir, sir where, this is scheduled to meet with the client in 1 hour." The voice from there seemed to be riled up.

"Deploy until tomorrow. If not just cancel." A firm and undeniable answer.

"Sir, what's wrong? now, where's the master?"

"Prass! you are now really similar to the babysitters who sell in the chicken market, yes" replied Refan mocking.

"Master, don't joke. Your mother was once a chicken. Tell me, sir where now, I'll be there soon."

"Sir, you say?"

The one across there already understood his Master's question without having to be explained.

"I'm at the office, sir. I went to the second house, but, sir, there was none. So I went straight to the office."

There was no answer from Refan, Pras again continued his words.

"This is an important meeting, sir. We can make this collaboration a way to find the information we have been looking for."

Refan was silent for a moment.

"I'm in the hospital. Xxxx" hospital"

"Sir, sick, why not just call Doctor Rizal?"

The voice of the people across there sounded so agitated.

"How many days have you eaten? Pras, it seems that your usual level of intelligence, is dropping drastically."

"I have intelligence about your salvation, sir," he replied.

"Well, well, great acting too."

"Hurry up here, and don't forget to bring two butlers" she said.

"What's it made, sir?"

"Hurry up, or you want your mouth to stop talking."

"No, Mister. Ready-to-do!"

Refan snorted in annoyance while turning off the phone connection.

He turned around and sat back where he had left off.

"You must atone for all my hassles, snot boy," he muttered with an evil smile on his lips. His gaze was deep, as deep as the ocean, no one could interpret except him and his Lord.

Refan got back up from his seat. He went to the bathroom. She felt her body and face were so sticky because from last night she had not taken a bath. But if others saw him, it would not be discovered that he had not taken a bath. His handsome face and the masculine smell in his body remained attached like not wanting to let go in the slightest making others unable to see the flaws if with the naked eye.

He washed his face. He stared at the reflection of his face in the mirror while slightly shortening his body.

Looking at him full of wonder. Why did He get so deeply involved with a girl he didn't even know. More surprisingly, the girl has dared to fight him while out there many girls crave it so much that it is uncountable and unconditional.

If only because of her beauty it is not enough reason because out there many are much more beautiful to love her.

Thenwhat?

If He let the little girl die last night, shouldn't He be happy because He's already avenged the girl's humiliation without having to dirty his hands.

His wits dodged, his side of arrogance appeared.

He simply did not want the girl to die so easily after daring to fight him. He would make calculations to make the girl beg to be forgiven by him.

The sound of feet entering the room made him aware of his daydream.

He moved quickly to clean his face with the handkerchief he took from his pants pocket. Then he walked out.

"You can see for yourself without asking."

The sound was so cold and piercing.

Making his interlocutor instantly take his eyes off and look for an excuse to dodge that murderous gaze.

The sister beside him was not focused on what the man said. But He focused on the beauty of the man's face, and subconsciously his eyes did not blink at all.

Though Refan's current position, his body was leaning against the wall and his legs were raised one against the wall. If someone else was in that position it would probably look like an Elementary School kid who got a punishment from his teacher. But this is another, He looks cool and dazzling with such a position.

"His face is like a fairy tale prince."

"Sus, what do you see, let's help."

the so-called remains do not reply.

"Sus!!" patting the sister's shoulder was a little strong.

"Yes, Doc."

The sisters looked flabbergasted while Refan remained leaning quietly while looking at their silliness.

"The right job is if you don't want this hospital leveled to the ground."

He said it was simple but it felt like it was piercing the soul.

"Good, Sir."

Somehow the woman's doctor felt, She's like a buffalo poked in her nose.

The man was not his superior nor was he the head of this hospital, but his heart seemed to say not to disturb him in the slightest or his life was at stake. Because this job is so much He needs he doesn't want to take any chances at all.

After carefully examining the female doctor and her nurse immediately exited the room.

Not long after, Pras came with two maids behind him. Their faces bowed, not daring to lift it up at all.

"Sir....."

Before Pras continued speaking, Refan had already given a sharp look.

Prejudice with this condition. Right now he should be quiet.

"Call Doctor Rizal, take the girl home to the second house."

Did I not hear wrong. Refan is really weird. Since when did he care about a girl. Especially when taken to the second house. What the hell's going on?

But it's up to you, the king.

Pras just understood why he was told to bring two maids. It was just to petrify a girl.

He was very curious about the girl, who she really was, her face was not very clear because she was lying down there was also medical equipment attached to her face and Pras was standing a bit away from the bed.

"Good."

"You wait here until Doctor Rizal comes, you have to help him" Pras told the two servants.

"Good, Sir."

Refan straightened his body. Then take the suit that he put on the back of the chair.

He stared for a moment at the face of the girl he was helping. He turned his body stepping out of the room. Pras followed behind him.

After the two handsome men were lost swallowed by the door.

"Huh, my heart seems to be getting out of place" said one of the servants while holding his chest.

"Same, Brother."

"Maclum, we just met Mr. Refan in person this time."

"Here, don't talk anymore."

"i did."

They don't feel worthy to talk about this.

They started to walk closer to the bed.

"Miss, you're so pretty, you look like an angel."