Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

A fucking! (Fazila)

The magnificent three-story house looks alive because all the employees inside seem busy, not least in the guest room.

In the guest room of the magnificent house, placed a doctor and two nurses to look after female patients who have not seen signs of awakening since last night. Is he gone? The answer is of course not, it is visible from the monitor screen placed in the room, his vital organs are also normal. According to the doctor who was on guard, the woman's patient suffered severe trauma, which made her health continue to decline.

Stay away from me. Don't come near me. If you dare approach me, you will regret it. Said Fazila while protecting herself with all her might.

My husband is a Governor, he'll kill you if he finds out what you did to me. Stay away from me. This time Fazila threw the man with a vase of flowers nearby. Her tears could not stop. For the first time in his life Fazila was in such a bad position. Truly, Fazila felt, there was nothing better than his honor at being harassed by a man who was not kosher to him. When his hope was as thin as an onion, and his faith almost faded, as if God whispered in his ear and gave the happy news that he did not have to give up because the grace of God was very close.

"Miss... Are you conscious? Can you hear me?" The doctor standing on the left side of the bed asked Fazila who had just opened her eyes.

"If you can't talk, you'll blink your eyes. Do you remember where you came from? Are you feeling better now?" The doctor asked again while moving his finger. There was no reply from Fazila other than to blink her eyes, giving her a hint that she was fine and she wanted to go back to her family.

"Suster, please inform Mister that Miss is awake." The young doctor ordered while offering a small paper containing prescription drugs that must be redeemed because he was short of drugs.

"All right, Doc."

A split second later, there was only Fazila and the doctor, no meaningful conversation between the two of them until Abbas and Sky arrived.

"Doctor, how is he? Is she okay? Are there any other injuries besides his arms and head? Is that dangerous? Do we need to get him to a hospital? Or, do I need to bring an internal organs specialist? Say it!" Abbas showered the young doctor with ridiculous questions. It was obvious that worry was on his face. He even forgot to face his enemy's daughter.

"Master, relax. You don't have to shower me with questions that I don't know where to answer. One thing is for sure, right now, Miss is fine. In fact, if he wanted to, he could play football." The young doctor broke the silence.

Fazila who was still weak on the bed was seen showing off a smile. He could feel calm because he knew nothing had happened to his body when the brash man tried to harass him.

All thanks to God's help. This is the reason the believer must not despair, the mercy of Allah is very close. I also have to thank this man in front of me, because of him I survived the greatest calamity that nearly crippled my soul. Fazila muttered while trying to get up.

"Miss doesn't need to get up, Miss looks weak, I'll come out so miss can rest in peace." Said Abbas while holding back so as not to scatter into the arms of the perfect figure who is very much missed in a long period of time.

"I'm doing fine. Thank you." Thank you."

"O yes, my name is Meyda Noviana Fazila. You can call me, Fazila."

"Blessed to God and your help, I survived the disaster. Really, I won't forget this kindness even until I close my eyes." Fazila said sincerely.

Had Fazila known the man who almost abused her was Abbas's men, could he still have said a word of thanks? Abbas was sure that it was not a smile that He would see, but hatred, before Abbas got out of control and revealed everything from his actions, He would rather leave even if Fazila held him back.

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