LAILA (The Girl Who Seeked Justice)

Episode 39's. Attar Recognition

Morning time. The sun has just moved from its surface. The red tinge just colored the skyline in the eastern horizon. Meanwhile, the wind blew carrying the cold. I don't know where it came from. All of a sudden the blow successfully wrapped the trees and or flower branches in the garden.

Laila sat in a wheelchair in the back garden of the house. Next to her stood a nurse who occasionally fixed a blanket on Laila's body. While Laila herself was staring at the area of the park. His eyes looked at the flower buds that were beginning to bloom. Even so, once upon a time the tip of his gaze was immeasurable. I don't know what's on his mind right now. What is certain is that what he is doing has now become his routine since six months ago shortly after waking up from a coma.

A white cloth was attached to Laila's head. The ends of his cloth dangled and covered part of his broken face. Wounds from the events of eight months ago have left scars in the form of grater on the face and some other body parts. And this makes Laila spend more time at home while waiting for the upcoming skin surgery time.

Even so, there are no grievances of sadness or excessive regret there. There is only smile and sincerity. Laila realized that what happened to her was a risk she had to accept in order to uphold justice, as her father taught her.

Laila's smile expanded. Especially when watching a news story through his mobile phone. News about Oemar Barraq El Khasif has returned to popularity and success. Seeing that, suddenly the clear circle pursed both of his eyes. Not sad, these happy tears the fruit of effort that is not in vain. Although the price to be paid is so expensive, but his lips always say full of gratitude. Yes, the Flashdisk he gave to Barraq has really paved the way for the crown prince of both El Khasif families to obtain truth and justice. At once proved how mentally ill Ethan El Khasif.

"Ndok.." said Wijoyo.

His hand rubbed the shoulders of his favorite girl. The middle-aged man crouched down in front of Laila. Both of his hands clasped tightly onto Laila's fingers. While his eyes stared deep into the bead of the princess's eyes. I don't know what he was looking for in his beloved daughter.

Receiving such treatment, Laila smiled. His hand hurriedly closed the phone that was still glowing and gave it to the nurse next to him.

"Dad has guests for you." said Wijoyo carefully.

"Who, Dad...?" laila.

Next to Wijoyo's hand was a gesture. Not long after a strong man came. He sat down next to Wijoyo. His eyes looked at Laila's face covered in cloth while smiling.

"How are you, Laila...?" greet the man is friendly.

Laila instantly distracted him. His eyes looked at the handsome man before him. The man who was smiling kindly at him had known him for a long time. Laila frowned. His mind went off somewhere. Laila was trying to link some memory pieces that led to the handsome male figure. But no matter how hard she tried, Laila found nothing that could be used as a clue to the identity of the man before her.

"Why do I feel familiar with his face? Have I met him before?" inner Laila.

"He's Attar. Friend dad. He has uncovered your case" whispered Wijoyo.

"Yes....Brother Attar" cried Laila.

His memory seemed to be struck by thousands of volts of electricity, so he remembered who the man who was crouching was.

"Good news, sister.." said Laila then while breaking down a smile.

"Laila really doesn't remember anything. Especially about his journey while in a coma with the form of spirit" inner Attar.

"Kok quiet-dwelling like that? Talk to. Is it because there is a father? Well then I'll be inside first. It just so happens that there is work to be done..."

"OK, dad.." said Laila.

His tone was really cheerful. No burden in the least. So light and flowing. Seeing that, Attar smiled. Heart throbbing. He hugged the girl he thought was amazing. Even so, Attar was only able to look at him while weighing all the more explosive flavors.

"Thank God you can accept Attar as your future husband." whispered Wijoyo.

"Dad...!" laila was upset.

Hearts soaring. He did not want his life to be arranged in such a way.

His hand patted Attar on the shoulder for a moment before it passed.

"Ready, Ndan.." said Attar with an upright posture.

After Wijoyo, suddenly the atmosphere became noisy. No words said. The two men are dissolving in their minds. For a moment both of them looked bad. Both found it hard to find the words to start a conversation.

Then Attar pulled a chair in front of Laila. He sat quietly while occasionally throwing his gaze at Laila. Attar sighed. Likewise with Laila, even though there was no feeling in her heart, but still she felt troubled. Especially when his father's words came back.

"Sir Attar wasn't afraid or disgusted to see my face?" laila said just like that.

Because this is just a question of baiting to melt the atmosphere.

"Of course not. Because your beauty I already know"

"Marling...."

"When's the surgery?" ask Attar.

"Two months left..."

"Ow, I hope things go well"

"Aamiin..."

"Well, don't you want to meet Oemar Barraq El Khasif? The man you helped. As well as the man you love?"

"My business what did I meet with her? And how did you know I loved him? Beware the presumption can be misleading..."

"Emmm...Laila seemed to have completely forgotten about Barraq. His memory is limited that he once helped him only" inner Attar.

"Huh.right too. If they meet, they should be the ones trying. Saying thank you at once. Because you're his hero. No, so?"

"Come, Brother. I don't feel that way. I am just doing my duty as a human being. Oya, thank you also brother for helping to find the culprit"

"Ough.not me, La. But you. You're the one who found it. It even made the three of them confess everything "inner Attar.

"Em, what if Oemar Barraq El Khasif wants to see you?"

"Don't, Sis...!"

"Why?"

"I don't want to be pitied by him. And for me his thanks in the media are enough. I don't want more. Especially meet..."

Laila's eyes were covered in clear circles. But he tried to cover it up. He does not want to be called whiny or spoiled by Attar.

"I know how you feel, La. With your current condition, your smile harbors wounds and insecurities. Ah, Laila Ratri Hadiningrat's. When you become a spirit, you may belong to Barraq. But here, you'll soon be mine. Just mine. That's my determination.." inner Attar.