LAILA (The Girl Who Seeked Justice)

Episode 40's. Gathering

Laila looked back at her glowing phone screen. He smiles. An online news media re-released an exclusive interview with Oemar Barraq El Khasif, the second prince of the El Khasif family. The success of the middle handsome man is a tray, has really made it a young entrepreneur who is much in the hunt of business people to work together. His expertise in managing various businesses has restored the positive image of the El Khasif family within six months. Also what he achieved at this time, has made him valued by many girls in addition to his good looks.

Laila smiled again. Barraq's story drew his sympathy. According to Barraq, his success is inseparable from the interference of many people. Among them was his father El Khasif, all employees, and a special girl who had realized how valuable she was. It is also mentioned that the evidence in the form of a flash given by the girl has revealed the truth about who she is. But of all things, God is the key to his success. Only God has the power to give and take what is his ordinance.

"You are truly a good man, Mr. Oemar Barraq El Khasif. Your speech is so soothing. There is no hubris in the slightest." murmured Laila.

"Ehmm, Mr Barraq again?" said Arini.

"Mother....! Just make Laila surprised"

"Hehe...Mother's son klo listened to the news Mr. Barraq was most pleased. Why don't you just go..."

"Keep telling me that I'm Laila who helped her. And look at me...! Because of you, I'm like this! Ah, mother. That's not the helping principle that you teach. If you want to help, don't hesitate, don't half-do it. And be prepared for all the risks"

"Ah, you are always affected by your father's words." said Arini.

"Lohs. But right, right?"

"Yes, yeah. Anyway Laila is the most true dech." said Arini with a smile.

His hands thrust out the peer fruit that had been peeled and cut. It was Laila's favorite fruit.

"Thank you, my dear mother." said Laila.

Along with that, Laila hugged Arini, her mother.

"God, dreadlocks. Hehe.." said Arini.

"Guard, Ndok. You don't know what exactly I felt when I discovered your condition? Your mother is angry, sad..! But I still have to support all your decisions. Your blood is as thick as the blood of Wijoyo Hadiningrat, it is only natural that your mindset and stubbornness are the same.." Arini's mind.

"Mother daydreaming...?"

"Who said...?"

"Cat, noh said"

"Haha.." the laughter of the two filled the air at that moment.

Since the condition of Laila as it is today, Arini is not only a mother figure for Laila but also friends, friends and even teachers. That's what brought the two closer together. Laugh together. Even gossip together.

"That's ah, yuk get ready. Your therapy time is almost here..."

"Well...therapy huh?" laila was lethargic.

"Why? Wanna surrender? Um, if the blood flowing in your body is fake. Not Hadiningrat's blood..."

"Tuh, right. Always associated there. Yes, yes.sangat Laila. Huh...!!" laila imitates yel yel the father.

Arini smiled. A smile of encouragement for the princess just that wayangnya. But who would have thought if his heart was the opposite of what it seemed. Arini cries bitterly every time she finds the condition of her little girl who is now no longer small.

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Four o'clock past forty-five, afternoon. Laila has been in the therapy room of El Khasif Hospital. Laila's eyes glanced at the clock perched on the wall.

"Ehmm, there's still fifteen minutes left" murmured Laila who Arini said.

Shortly after, Laila's ears caught the commotion. Just a fraction of a second only the source of the commotion was right in front of the room where he was. Laila's eyes looked, curious.

The goal sounded a special voice. The voice he always heard. Laila's heart rippled. Even his heartbeat was too heavy. On the doorstep stood a man who was busy serving questions and or suggestions from the staff. Suddenly Barraq's attention was drawn into the room where Laila was.

Deg.

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Seeing Barraq's limelight, a staffer immediately gave an explanation of the room. And Barraq nodded his head in a sign he understood. But that's not the thing that's the center of his attention. But the girl who sits in a wheelchair.

Barraq's eyes again looked at the girl from quite a distance. Barraq asked about the girl in the room.

"It's our patient. Eight months ago I had an accident. Two months he's in a coma..."

"Until where's the cure?"

"Since he realized he had been in therapy. And in the next two months he's going to have facial surgery"

"Facial surgery?"

"Rather precisely reconstruction. Eighty percent of his face was badly damaged after falling into the abyss, and his car caught fire. But he was saved despite the terrible situation" explained one staffer again.

Hearing his staff's words, Barraq grew curious. His feet stepped across the doorway.

Deg.

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"Why does my heart go down like this? Relax Barraq. Calm. She's not Laila. Because Laila has left. But her posture and body gestures were so similar to Laila's" inner Barraq.

"Hey, why did he go inside? What need? Go, I don't want to be pitied....!" inner Laila.

Just a few more steps away, a staff member stopped his steps.

"Sorry, Sir. You have been waiting in the Press Conference room" said a staff member at El Khasif Hospital.

Barraq's move was taken care of. He turned back his steps. And take the steps of a staff member. Thus, relief enveloped Laila's heart.

"Fiuh.." muttered Laila relieved.

"When I hope, you meet..."

"Mother..."

"What harm. He should have found you and found you. It's his duty to thank you.

Laila fell silent. Arini's words, her mother considered reasonable. Laila's eyes stared at the back of the man she secretly loved.

"Yes, too. Why is there no attempt to meet me? Is he afraid, I will ask for compensation? Or a big gift? Ah, but Mr. Barraq is not. I'm sure there's something else that's keeping her from doing it" Laila said.

"Why did I see Laila on that girl. Though his face could not be seen, but this heart said that he was Laila. But, no! It's not Laila. Hasn't Laila been gone forever? But my heartbeat cannot be lied to. This degup is exactly the same as the degup when with Laila. Oh, my God what should I do?" inner Barraq.

The long steps are accompanied by a variety of statements and questions. The anxiety filled his heart again.

"I should have searched Laila's grave. Visited it and told me about my success now. Stupid me. Why don't I do that" inner Barraq.

"Who's the girl's name?"

"Watch...?"

"Yes. The girl in the therapy room"

"Ow, he's La..."

"Lord and Lady, we welcome Mr. Oemar Barraq El Khasif...!"

A staff member said it was lost, because of the voice of the announcer who informed Barraq's whereabouts. And Barraq immediately broke down a smile and stepped towards the podium without continuing to hear the words of his staff just now.