Babysit Wife Candidate

Traceable.(trail of Najwa).

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"Master, the chief investigator wants to meet this afternoon," explained Hideo's slick-headed assistant.

Currently, the employer is in the special room Ameera care. Special designed hospital rooms such as comfortable hotel rooms.

With a large soft mattress, television, refrigerator, bathroom with bath up, and balcony.

Yes, Hideo has turned this intensive care room into a comfortable room for him and his wife.

Ameera's change was significant, she now began to regularly open and close her eyes. He begins to recognize Hideo, although he can only blink his eyes, as his way of communicating.

What makes Hideo sad is, the tool attached to his wife's head, makes Ameera's beautiful hair fall out little by little.

He was forced to tell the nurse to cut him short. Because the tool, useful to monitor the development of nerves in the brain.

Hideo, always telling me about their pleasure first, the moment when they traveled to Europe. When they sail on a cruise ship. Hideo told me all the beautiful things. Sometimes, Ameera blinked her eyes several times, a sign that she was responding to what her ears were hearing.

Hideo, too, likes to play the murottal of the Qur'an, with the speaker box he accidentally bought. Put it on the nightstand next to the head of the bed.

Usually, Ameera will fall asleep when they hear the chanting of 2 or 3 short suroh.

Actually, Hideo is also learning how to read the holy verse of his religion. In fact, he presents a hafidz as his mentor.

He was eager to recite the beautiful verse, with his own mouth. Because, he had heard a lecture on the yu tube. That, the holy verse of the Qur'an is Assyifa (healer).

A hafidz who taught Hideo came straight from the pesantren. That Hafidz, also taught some sholawat to Hideo.

One of them is Sholawat healer.

Tibbil.

اللّٰهُمَّ صَلِّ عَلٰى سَيِّدِنَا

Allahumma Sholli ‘ala

مُحَمَّدٍ طِبِّ الْقُلُوْبِ وَدَوَائِهَا

Muhammadin thibbil qulubi wa dawa ihaa

وَعَافِيَةِ الْاَبْدَانِ وَشِفَائِهَا

Wa ‘afiyatil abdaani wa syifaa

وَنُوْرِ الْاَبْصَارِ وَضِيَائِهَا

Nuuril abshoori wa dhiyaa

وَعَلٰى اٰلِهِ وَصَحْبِهِ وَسَلِّم

Wa ‘alaa aalhi wa shohbihi wa sallim

Meaning:

"Allah bestows mercy on our Lord Prophet Muhammad SAW. As a medicine of the heart and its healers, health of the body and its healing.

As the irradiation of eye sight and its light.

And may mercy be bestowed upon friends and their families."

Hideo, even downloaded the song on the red rectangular icon. Several times listening carefully, now he began to memorize and can recite it.

"Master?" call the bald assistant, break down Hideo's daydream.

"Hmm, meet me at the roof top. Bring me coffee and vape.

Vape, or e-cigarettes are one type of electronic nicotine delivery. This type of cigarette is known for helping tobacco addicts start to quit smoking.

Vape is a device that functions like a cigarette. However, it does not use or burn tobacco leaves.

Instead of turning the liquid into steam, which is smoked by smokers into his lungs.

Yeah, earlier. Hideo is a heavy smoker. However, since Ameera gave birth to a baby, she was determined to stop the habit. Now he turns into an electric smoker, only at certain times.

That afternoon, on the roof top of a luxurious hospital. Which, intentionally designed in such a way. It looks more like a flower garden than a roof.

Looks two men dressed very neat and parlente. With black suits and matching colored pants and shoes. They sat up straight in front of Hideo. On a wooden chair, set against a backdrop of spruce plants and roofed sky shade. In the country that bears the lion.

"I hope you bring good news."

"Because, this roof is quite high." her circus, regardless of who she's talking to.

The two grown men in front of Hideo, gulped his saliva roughly. Hopefully, this client is satisfied with the results of their investigation for approximately this year.

"Our team, having found a bright spot, will be the presence of young miss. Mr. Hideo" said one of the European-faced men with firm jaws and caramel-colored hair.

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" What!"

A mighty man of Latin-Indonesian origin in the east, suddenly squeezed canned drinks to dents.

The Serem-Bir-branded canned drink, it is common to drink, at certain times.

"According to our informants, they were even having a meeting at the hospital's roof top" explained a man in uniform with the rank of officer.

"Damn!"

"Stupid!"

"Why can you help, huh!" angered Indar then threw the can of the used drink, until it landed on one of his men.

(Apes...

I was in the corner of Kenes also🤣)

"We must find the boy first!" Indar then stood up from his seat, then moved towards a large painting.

He rubbed the edges of his collage, and...

Takk...

The painting turned inward, then the display changed into a stacking rack containing various types of firearms.

Indar chose the most cute one.

In fact, it was smaller than his hand grip that was as big as a king kong.

Do not be fooled by its small and cute shape. This type of firearm is dim sound, has a super fast bullet lesion. Indar, specifically ordered it from gangsters on the American mainland.

Suddenly....

Crepe...!

Bruk...!

Someone next to the officer fell down with a perforated forehead. I don't know, since when? Indar Winata pressed the trigger on the toy-like pistol.

Tau-tau, the needle-like bullet shot beside the officer's ear, and knocked down one of his men.

" Do your job properly. My little buddy, this is just warming up." Indar spoke with his sarcasm and his cruel smile.

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"Tell me clearly, your findings" Hideo said seriously with a sharp look.

" This is the data we received, sir." The head of the investigation team, handed him a brown envelope containing all the data and photos.

Hideo opened it with trembling hands, after a long time he waited. Eventually, the bright spot began to appear.

His eyes moved to the right and to the left. His jakun went up and down, with a hunting breath. Then, it looks smooth jaw without hardened bristles. His sharp eyes looked at the guts of the two humans before him.

"What the fuck?" Hideo threw the papers, scattered in the air and slammed slowly onto the wood-lined floor.

"That data is all we have, sir."

"That's because little lady went to the clinic a few months ago." The chief investigator with a thick moustache explained in a stern tone.

This is the result of their hard work in the field. Looking for a lost baby, without a trace. It's like looking for a needle, in a haystack.

"Mr Hideo. We need your help."

"Is, young lady missing with her data?" ask the chief investigator to look.

"You mean?"

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Yes..what do you mean?

How is it hanging?

We are the clothesline!

Tauk nih😎

Dah lah, mak want to lift clothes first already overcast.