Asthma Heart Eyes

12.Wounded

After arriving Aqila heard the mocking sounds of some male students in the UKS.

"Lo want to be a hero to a girl you don't know?" asked a man who had been staring intently at the man below.

"No, that's not...."

Bughhh

"Arrgghhh.." groaning.

"Do you still have the guts when you're like a hot worm, your feet don't hurt want me to add more nails??" with a loud voice.

"Shh.."the man could only endure his pain because now he could not fight with weak power.

"Liat boss like he's trying to fight us." taunted one of the other friends.

"Lo, with a nail-pierced wound isn't satisfied yet? I thought that girl was gonna step on her nails and it turns out you're fighting her out loud lo." the man's words clearly made Aqila wonder who the man who was being ridiculed and bullied was.

"Yes boss, he is too naive to be unconscious if he is unable to protect others" said one of his friends.

"We have gone, we won the first champion so we must be respected instead of him, without realizing there will be no hollow" said the man and left just like that after kicking the leg of the person below him.

Immediately Aqila headed for the UKS and he was very shocked to see Lukman sprawled with bloody feet and saw a large nail stuck in his shoe making him feel anxious and worried if something bad happened to Lukman.

"Astagfirullah, what happened?" said Aqila was shocked and immediately helped Lukman stand up but he realized if it was not good then he asked first and asked for permission.

"Lukman may I help you, I will not do anything outside of religion I do just want to help" said Aqila, who began to pale as her blood could not stop coming out if not treated immediately.

"Why did you get here??" asked Lukman who was enduring his pain.

"If I hadn't come here you'd have died of blood loss, wouldn't you be sick??" aqila said worriedly looking at Lukman's increasingly pale face.

"I'm fine" said Lukman, who tried to make Aqila less worried.

"No matter what you're joking about, I'm not kidding now just shut up let me treat you!" aqila said with worry and tried to treat Lukman with even more caution.

Aqila immediately took off Lukman's socks and picked up the P3K box and he crouched under the chair that Lukman was sitting on, he immediately took Lukman's injured leg and placed it on his knee because his leg injury was very difficult to treat if Lukman lay down he put Lukman on the chair.

"Shh.." groaned Lukman when his red medicine hit his wound deep enough and slowly Aqila pulled out the nail that stuck deep enough.

"Are we going to the hospital your injuries were bad enough that the blood came out this much" said Aqila began to shed tears as she felt weak,he felt guilty because he could not realize the existence of the nail earlier.

"Hey, are you crying, am I not the one who got hurt?" lukman asked, trying to cheer him up, he didn't like to see women cry what else was caused by him.

"hiks, this is all because I was in the race that I was supposed to hurt and you helped me, so you purposely stepped on your feet first right?" aqila said while crying and wiping her tears like a child making Lukman chuckle.

"That's a test for me, why do smelly feet get smelly in the hands of a nice girl like you?" Lukman's words made Aqila start to chuckle because of his jokes that he thought were too frontal.

"Where it is, your feet are clean must always be exposed to the water of Wudhu every day yes even though it is not smooth because it is hairy" said Aqila who was still busy bandaging Lukman's legs as soon as Lukman smiled to hear Aqila's speech.

"You know " said Lukman who did not want to lose.

"Haihh was the first time I met a good girl in a tongue fight, usually me and my sister, I never lost to him" he said confidently so that the atmosphere was not awkward.

"You fool, where there is a sister who is able to surpass her brother, she is less experienced haha...Lukman you're so funny." Aqila laughed a little to make Lukman feel relieved if the girl did not cry about things that should not be mourned.

"Who said? my sister is smart, how can she look like she will lose, if you meet her you will be shocked by her cleverness." Lukman said staring at Aqila seriously.

"Your wounds have been bandaged, thank you for your help.If one day I can meet your sister I will prove who is smarter." said Aqila was about to leave.

"Thank you." said Lukman, making Aqila look back at him.

"Well, I know, I can't help you out, I'm not your muhrim so I can't hold hands, if need be, say Lukman." After saying that, Aqila came out without realizing that someone heard the conversation.

"That crazy girl is so different from me, when she's with me she's cute and annoying when with Lukman so gentle and friendly, is Lukman better looking than me?" He said and he left.

Yes Allow take care of Aqila she's a good girl _inner Lukman

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"Where has it been a long time, me and Asma will catch up with you if in 3 seconds you have not arrived" said Najla

"Toilet, if 3 seconds don't come, you should have picked me up" said Aqila.

"No wandering?" najla asks intimidatingly.

"Ushhhh don't Suudzan Naj, you are sometimes like his mother" Asma joked.

"It's true said Asma" said Aqila who felt she was blamed when she went to treat Lukman who was in an accident.

"Where else are you going?" Ask Asma because her heart knows from something she always feels even though she does not know for sure.

"You are the same." said Aqila with a frown while folding both hands.

"The blood of your dragon that shows something La, If you get your period must be behind your skirt and it's in front of you" said Asma made Aqila speechless and rounded her eyes when she looked at the direction her friend said.

"yaampun La, Asma's right what's with your skirt uniform?" najla asked hysterically when she just found out about it.

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