CEO Held And Princess Nobles

Anything For You

Sore feet in the carry walk with hasty steps. Arfan who no longer wants to ignore the pain in his legs, he only focuses on his worry about the state of the mother.

"Bu'e ... Arfan hope bu'e's okay! Arfan doesn't want anything bad to happen to bu'e and bu'e's friends. May God always take care of the bu'e! Amen ...!" his prayers were softened all the way to the house of the ustadz.

When Arfan arrived at Yusuf's ustadz house, he saw the ustadz talking to someone on his phone. It was clear that the look of the face framed with anxiety was real. Apparently, the ustadz is getting bad news. Moreover, he had time to say the word, 'innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un'. That is the word that is increasingly spoken by ustadz Yusuf.

When he finished talking to someone from behind the phone, Arfan asked the ustadz.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Ustadz!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Fan! Uh, what's up, huh? Tumben you came here," he said a little confused.

"Yes, I have a little need on Mr. Ustadz. Hence, I came here," replied Arfan.

"What do you need, huh?"

"Listen Mr. Ustadz, I have not received any news from my mother who participated in her study group, Mr. Ustadz. About, does Mr Ustadz know about it? Have they contacted anyone, Mr Ustadz?"

"I just got word about them, Arfan. He said they had an accident. The hospital contacted me. For one of the people who was not very ill suggested to contact me" Joseph told Arfan.

"What?! Bu'e I was in an accident, Mr Ustadz?!" a scream of disbelief was thrown from Arfan's lips.

"Yes, Arfan. Here, I want to go there to check their condition. Apa ...," not yet finished the ustadz talk, Arfan immediately sabotaged the speech of the ustadz.

"I'm coming, Mr. Ustadz!" it rang out quickly.

"Alright, come!"

They rushed to the hospital.

...*****...

The Arfan family residence ...

Nadhifa still had no news from her brother. It can only pacing around indistinctly inside the house.

Every now and then, he looked out the window. In case his beloved brother has arrived. But, nil! Arfan hasn't shown his nose yet.

"Well ...! What, old Arfan, huh?! Did I just follow him to the house of Mr. Ustadz? Ah, ndak-snak! Later, Arfan can be angry with me. He asked me to stay home." he said.

Sometimes he would sit his body on a chair. Then, again stood up to look out the window.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore! I have to get to the ustadz's house right now!" pekiknya.

He locked the door of the house, then cycled to the ustadz house.

...*****...

At the hospital ...

There are a lot of people who seem to be waiting their turn. However, Arfan only focuses on finding the mother.

Ustadz Yusuf asked about the victims of the accident, who had recently come to the hospital.

Then, one of the nurses drove them to the hospital room of the accident patients.

"Are these all the victims of the accident, Sus?" joseph asked the sister.

"Yes, that's right, sir. But, there was one patient who was quite severe. He had bleeding in his brain. So, he must be treated in the ICU (Intensive Care Unit)" explained the nurse, while Arfan continued to look for his mother. But he could not find his mother.

"Sir Ustadz! Why isn't my mom here, huh? Where is he, Mr Ustadz?" ask Arfan's panic which should be aimed at the sister. But he had the wrong address.

"Oh, is it possible that your mother is in the ICU?" the nurse said to Arfan.

"Please, take it there, Sus!" pinta Arfan's.

"Come, come with me!"

The three of them headed to the ICU.

...*****...

The ICU room ...

The pale face is attached to an infusion hose and is complete with everything that smells like other life-connecting tools. That's what Sanah is wearing right now.

Clear fluid that glides free from Arfan's eyeball, now clearly visible. Followed with an irresistible sobbing from her lips. Eyes continued to stare in sorrow, as a look tore through the recesses of his soul.

"Bus ... Bu 'e ...! Hiks .. hiks .. hiks ...! Bu'e ...!" a chest-stifling cry from a young man, who was standing right in front of the ICU room.

"Patience, Arfan! These are all trials. We never know when God will test us. So, pray and pray for your mother, yes!" joseph's Advice to Arfan.

Arfan is silent, but that doesn't mean he's ignoring.

"Sir Ustadz?"

"Yes,"

"May I ask Mr Ustadz a favor?" ask Arfan suddenly.

"Say! If I can, God willing I will help."

"Please, take care of my mother! I will look for the cost of my mother's care Mr. Ustadz" said Arfan, who has been thinking about it all.

"Arfan, you just calm down! If it is a matter of cost, as much as possible I will also help. No need to worry too much about that, yeah!"

"No, Mr. Ustadz! Right now, beside I have to think about the cost for my mother's treatment. I also still have to think about my sister's tuition. So, if Mr. Ustadz doesn't mind. I want to ask Mr. Ustadz to take care of my mother as long as I look for a job later," said Arfan who did not want to waste time.

"Yes, okay. I concur. Later, I'll also ask my wife to take care of your mother, yeah."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Ustadz!"

"Together." answered Joseph.

...*****...

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Ustadz!" shout Nadhifa.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Shafira said from inside the house.

"Sorry, Miss Ustadzah. I'm looking for my brother, did he come here?"

"Oh, Arfan, huh?"

"Yes,"

"He just went to the hospital" Shafira replied.

"Ru ... hospital?!"

"Yes, my husband got word earlier, that his class was in an accident."

"What?! Ke, accident?!" yell Nadhifa again.

"Yes, so they both go to the hospital now."

"I also want to go there Ms. Ustadzah. I want to see bu'e. Hiks ..." Nadhifa's cry broke out in front of the house of the ustadz.

"Well, we'll just wait for them here, yeah! Later, if you can go there. I promise to accompany you, yes!" talk Shafira to Nadhifa.

Finally, with a heavy heart Nadhifa accepted it.

...*****...

Arfan and Joseph did not return to their homes last night.

"Sir Ustadz, we'd better go home first. I was afraid, my sister was worried about my situation. Moreover, I did not have time to preach it last night," said Arfan worried about the situation of his sister.

"All right, let's go home first! Later, I'll ask my wife to take care of your mother, huh?"

"Yes, Mr. Ustadz. Thank you very much, Mr. Ustadz!"

...*****...

Nadhifa who is still faithful awaits news from her brother at home. He doesn't seem happy at all. Because last night he got bad news.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Arfan from behind the door.

Nadhifa quickly opened the door and charged at Arfan with various questions in his mind.

"Wa'alaikumsalam! Why haven't I heard anything all night? Why am I calling Mas's number on, hmmm?!"

"Patience, Sweetie! I want to explain it to you, yes. First, I want to tell you. That, Mas lowbat's phone. Second, Mas overslept at ...," Arfan hesitated to tell the truth.

"I know everything, Mom. Say, Mas! How's bu'e doing, Mas?! Nad wants to see bu'e, Mas ...! Hiks ..." again the beautiful girl let out her tears in this sunny morning.

"Bu'e ... Bu'e's in the ICU, Nad. You, gotta pray bu'e keep going, yeah!" pinta Arfan while embracing the body of the weak sister instantly.

"Ke, why can you, Mas?! Hiks .. bu'e said, bu'e will always be with us. But, why is bu'e lying there now, Mas?! Hicks ...."

"That'sghfar, Nad! These are all trials from God for us. You can't talk like that, yeah!"

"Astaghfirullah azim thing!" nadhifa khilaf.

"Later, you went to the hospital with the wife of Ustadz Yusuf, yes! Now, you have to go to college!" arfan's advice to his sister.

"But, Mas ...?"

"No buts, Sweetie! Ustadz Yusuf's wife must have been busy this early in the morning. Moreover, they take care of the pesantren."

"Yes, Mum."

"Where are you going?" she asked after seeing her brother leave.

"Mas wants to take a shower and find another job, Nad. Mas ndak may just ngandelin Mas business. Meanwhile, bu'e needs a fee for care that is not small. You will also soon have to pay for the semester, right?! So, I've got to find a more productive job, Nad."

"Where ...if I quit college, Mas?!"

"What?! I would never agree to that, Nad! Bu'e wouldn't approve either, Nad! You remind?! Bu'e once said, 'if it's as hard as it is, I hope you two can still finish school until you get a college degree'. Do you have the heart to destroy the dream of bu'e, Sweetie, hmm?!" asked Arfan cautiously.

"I'm sorry, Mom! I just don't want to be a burden to you! Hiks ..." regretted Nadhifa for his fate which he considered to be a burden on the family.

"Easy! I'm asking you to take a shower and go to college, yeah!"

"Good, Mas."

...*****...

Arfan began walking down the asphalt road with his motorcycle that has been repaired.

He approached almost every one of these skyscrapers. However, no one accepted him yet. In fact, he was willing even though he was just a cleaning service in the office.

However, there is still not a single company that is willing to accommodate his services.

"Hahhh .. Where else should I look for a job, huh?" he thought in a weary whack. He sips water in the bottle in a grip until the toilet is not left.

On the other hand, Adiwangsa Maheswara was intending to find a personal bodyguard for her daughter. He was talking to his confidants on the way to the office.

"So, how? Have you been able to find the right person to be Fayra's bodyguard?"

"Not yet, Mr. Boss. I'm still working on it. Sorry, Mr Boss!" said Grace.

"Hurry to find the right person! I don't want to miss it again. Understand you?!"

"Ready, Mr Boss!"

Soon, they arrived at 'Maheswara Corp'.

Arfan is still faithfully sitting in front of a large company throughout the city of Yogyakarta. He was not even aware of the arrival of the owner of the famous company.

I don't know what makes the gallant body of an Adiwangsa suddenly weak helpless. So, he almost fell. Luckily, the swift hands of a young man named Arfan supported the weak body of Adiwangsa. In the end, he did not fall.

"Mr is fine, all right? Is anyone hurt?" ask Arfan possessive.

"Yes, I'm fine. What are you doing sitting here in front of my company?" ask Adiwangsa.

"I'm looking for a job, sir. I'm new from the inside to deliver a job application letter." replied Arfan as it is.

"Oh, so. All right, come with me to my room!" adiwangsa without hesitation.

"Well, sir!" answer nervous Arfan then.

...*****...

CEO Space ...

They also sat in the room owned by Adiwangsa.

"So, what kind of job do you need right now?" ask Adiwangsa.

"Anything, Sir. I will definitely accept it straight away. As long as it's halal!" answer Arfan straightforwardly.

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything, sir" he repeated.

"Hmmm ... What if he was Fayra's bodyguard? He looks like a good young man." said Adiwangsa in his heart.

"In that case, from today on you I accept working for me. Later, I will tell you whatever your duty is, yes! Now, you can go. This is my business card. So you can contact me later. Oh, or so. Give me your phone number. Let me contact you later after I finish meeting." suggested Adiwangsa excited.

"Ba-good, Sir! I'll give you my phone number." then, Arfan also recorded the phone number on Adiwangsa's phone.

How happy and happy Arfan is right now. Because he is no longer unemployed.

Although, he was still curious what kind of work would be given by Mr Adiwangsa to him?

"Thank God, hopefully with this job, I'll make a lot of money. So, bu'e can also heal quickly. Aamiin ...!" arfan was too happy.

He rushed home to resume other pending work. Especially if not, 'sculpt art'.

Even though he got a job. But, that does not mean his duty as an artist he left behind.

Nah!

Arfan will never leave the talent he has. Making art is her favorite. In addition, he can also pour all the emotions in him through the artwork he assembled himself.

Thus, he will not feel his talent lost in vain not utilized.

...*****...