Dream of the Village Girl

Dream of the Village Girl
CHAPTER 71 Vixel's Concerns



“ Congratulations yes dear, your project succeeded!” said a long-haired young woman in a knee-length dress, writhing spoiled on the middle-aged man's arm.


“ Ah of course darling, this is all thanks to you. You're right – right brings good luck in my life.” The man who called was none other than Hardi Ginanjar.


“ of course, Dance is loh.” Proud Dance Speech.


“ Ah, you're right – really makes me keep crazy – crazy on you.” Said Hardi while peeping the head of Dance.


“ Then can't I attend the Grand Opening Hotel Green Mounth event!” rengek Dance.


“ Of course you will attend, but..”.


“ But?”


“ Yes baby, I can't come with you. I'll bring my wife.” Shouts Hardi


“ Um well, I will meet there without knowing your wife dear!” the word Dance


“ Alright baby, thanks you understand my position.” Said Hardi while handing over a VIP invitation card and a written check worth 50jt.


“ Buy your needs with this check.” Its effects.


“ Thank you dear, you are right – correct understanding.” Said Tari happily and gave a kiss on Hardi's right cheek.


“ Mm...”.


“ Alright everyone, we say go home first yes!” a female teacher who is about 25 years old.


“ Yes Bu Vera.” Say Naura, Bu Tiwi and Bu Sisi together.


The day has shown at 15:00 one by one the teachers have gone home from the teacher's room. There are only three teachers left.


“ Then let's go home, you're done reporting Ra!” bu Tiwi asked Naura.


“ Ah, yes ma'am but just a little more. Can I have another hour here to finish it?” ask Naura.


“ Alright, please Ra. Later I will tell the security guard.” Said bu Tiwi.


“ Thank you bu.” Naura.


“ We first ya Ra!” pamit bu Tiwi and Sisi.


“ Yes Bu.” Answer Naura.


After the departure of bu Tiwi and Sisi, Naura stretched her body to flex her muscles – muscles. Without wasting any time, Naura prepared a report on her teaching activities that will be gathered tomorrow.


Drrtttt..notification of the message into the phone Naura. see the name of the sender, Naura immediately open and reply.


[Have you come home?]


[Haven't]


[ Overtime?]


[No, just finish the report that will be checked tomorrow.]


[ Um. hurry up and get it done so you can go home soon.]


[Yes, thank you]


“ Ah basic! True – is right. It's been 10 minutes not answered. Try if I'm that way. Direct on the phone.” Mumbled Naura continued to finish her report.


Tik.tik.tik.tik...the sound of clockwork continues to clink accompanying the busyness of Naura who was immersed in her work.


Tiiikk.....Naura pressed enter on the keyboard on her laptop with a little hard.


“ Ah. Thank God it finished faster. Thankfully, not an hour. So can get to the cafe faster.” Naura muttered while tidying up her workbench.


Naura rushed out of the teacher's room to the first floor and walked into the parking lot.


When he was about to advance his duck motorbike, his hand immediately turned off the starter.


“ Ah, I left my stock spot above.” Naura muttered down back from her motorbike to take the place of her provisions left behind in the teacher room.


When passing through the second floor, precisely near the toilet vaguely – Naura heard the sound of crying moans from inside the female schoolgirl toilet. His steps stopped and sharpened his hearing.


“ The voice of people crying? ah make my hair goosebumps. But it's still noon this time anyway.” said Naura was curious but creeped out to see whose voice was in the toilet.


“ Just check it out, bismilahirahim.” Say Naura in slow steps – land runs close to the toilet to check the origin of the sound.


Arriving in front of the toilet, with a slightly shaky step Naura entered the toilet settles – precipitates.


Naura slowly opened the door and was surprised to see a student lying on the floor with a limp body with little awareness left.


“ Astaghfirullahalazim, what happened to you hah.” Naura said to her surprise that she spontaneously turned the girl's body and placed her head on Naura's lap.


“ Ayla? What happened to you?” asked Naura while trying to keep her awake.


“ Tolo..ng say.a bu...saki..t” says Ayla stamped – brick while holding her stomach.


“ How is this? Ah already. Come papah's mother.” Naura said trying to help Ayla to stand up.


“ Come on, Ayla you can definitely. Come on stand you have to hold on so that mom easily memapah you out of this toilet.” Naura held Ayla's body to stand up.


With all her might, Naura tried to reach Ayla who was half conscious. While limping – tug Naura managed to bring Ayla out of the toilet to the lobby of the 2nd floor, Naura laid Ayla's body on a long bench.


Sweat had soaked Naura's body, but it was no longer felt. He tried to get help to the parking lot to the security guard post. With a thousand steps Naura descended the stairs at maximum speed.


Bruuukkkk. Without realizing it he hit someone who was in front of him.


“ Astaghfirullahalazim. aw yes Allah is very sick.


If road see – see dong.” Omel Naura tried to stand up and look at the owner of the face that had hit her.


“ You...” Naura exclaimed as the body extended its hand to help Naura stand up.


“ Mom is okay – what? sorry I didn't see you.” Sorry say.


“ Ah, I'm okay – what! thank goodness you're still here Vixel.” Naura said with a breath that was still up and down.


“ What's wrong mom? Why do you look so panicked?” ask Vixel.


“ I need your help, Ayla is sick she is on the 2.” floor Naura said while adjusting her breathing. But Naura has not been able to explain in more detail, Vixel is not in place. He immediately ran to the 2nd floor leaving Naura just like that.


“ Hey, Vixel wait for me. Play run away. Huhh.” Naura said annoyedly and followed Vixel to the 2nd floor.


“ Ayla, what happened to you?” vixel asked with a face that was very anxious to see Ayla's condition that was very pale. Without thinking for a long time he held Ayla's slim body out of the lobby.


Seeing that Ayla was already in Vixel's arms, Naura followed Vixel from behind, Naura noticed Vixel's face which seemed very worried about Ayla's situation.


“ Come bu us to the hospital, please stepmother Ayla.” Vixel said after putting Ayla's body on the back bench of the silver sedan car.


“ Ah yes alright.” Naura


With maximum speed, Vixel skillfully drives his car on the highway that always overtakes cars – other cars. It did not take long, they arrived at the nearest hospital.


Quickly, Vixel immediately carried Ayla to the ER while calling the nurse.


While Naura could only be dumbfounded to see the situation that was in front of her. With a shaky road he followed Vixel into the ER.


“ Sorry! Please wait here. Patients will undergo examination immediately.” Said the female nurse who welcomed Vixel's arrival.


“ Yes sus, thank you.” said Naura.


They were waiting for Ayla to be treated by a doctor in the lobby of the ER.


“ Calm down, Ayla must be good – fine.” Naura's words calmed Vixel who had been pacing – like ironing.


“ Ah you base, looks like a playboy but facing a sick friend you are so worried more than a husband who is accompanying his wife giving birth.” Naura Cibir.


“ Sorry bu!” vixel.


“ Sit down, we can only wait for news from doctor.” Naura appeased Vixel.


“ In view of your face that is so very worried about Ayla's situation, I am increasingly suspicious nih.” Naura said guess.


“ What mother means?” ask Vixel


“ You like Ayla right?” guess Naura who suddenly made Vixel's face blush like a woman wearing a blush.


Blush,,, Vixel's blushing face can't be covered by it.


As they were chatting, from the back one heard someone calling Naura's name clearly.


“ Naura...!” call a man from behind.


Hearing her name being called by someone, Naura turned to the origin of the voice. Look at a young man with a casual look with a plain ash – ash t-shirt that is combined with black jeans and white sneaker shoes plus luxury Alexandor Crispy watch accessories that are coiled in her wrists walked over to Naura and Vixel.


Seeing a familiar figure, Naura was surprised to meet at the Hospital.


“ You.....” said Naura in a surprised tone.