Miss Sound Adhan

Eps. 39 Who is your Savior?

Carissa stopped and stared at the source of the sound as she exited the mosque located at the end of the hospital close to the highway.

“Carissa!” Even the voice that called out then pulled the bike over after seeing the figure of Carissa.

Seeing who came, the girl ran out onto the rough, hot platoon road.

“Dad!” get Carissa. He really did not expect at all to be able to meet his father accidentally in front of the hospital.

With a face still pias due to the screeching fear that scooped up his soul, Pak Sholeh approached his eldest daughter. There was even a remnant of fear there, as Carissa touched her father's trembling hand.

Mr. Sholeh had managed to regulate his breathing which was still up and down due to running just now until his lung cavity felt widened again and gave enough space for oxygen to enter there.

“Sa, where have you been? Why don't you come home and come here? Your mother is worried about you.”

Carissa was confused to answer what with a question from her father. It still did not feel his fear that had disappeared earlier when he was in the room as well when Rayhan fainted.

Mr. Sholeh looked at Carissa's white face that was growing white because it was pale. And that makes him sure something happens.

“Who is sick?”

Again Carissa seemed confused by the question from her father.the previous question from the thin mustache man had not been answered and now it has been added again.

Carissa took a deep, deep breath before explaining it to her father.

“I don't know where to start telling stories from, but I'll tell them even if they're not sequential.”

He then invited his father to sit in front of the mosque. At that time the mosque was closed. The worshipers of the Ashar prayers have disbanded.

Sit them on a shiny white ceramic.

“I was sealed by a member of a motorcycle gang. But luckily I was saved by someone. But who saved me is currently lying in the hospital,” explained Carissa revealed her points.

Mr. Sholeh was able to capture what Carissa explained to him. Makes both eyebrows slit.

“How can you deal with a motorcycle gang member?”

Carissa lowered her head for a moment. The question that had just slid from her father's lips that she was afraid of, appeared as well. How does he explain it?

It seems that regret is mixed with fear that is clearly reflected in the look of my eyes Carissa.

“If you had told Dad earlier, maybe I could have helped you overcome them,” Pak Sholeh replied.

He doesn't blame Carissa. Indeed, there are many motorcycle gangs now everywhere whose numbers are increasing and feel pain.

“Then what about the person who saved you. Is she okay?” Mr. Sholeh immediately remembered the early story of his daughter.

He wanted to thank the man who saved his daughter.

Carissa seemed to bite her lip. Baffled. What if his father knew who saved him? Would his father not be surprised?

“Is he seriously injured?” Carissa shakes. “Then why?” Carissa seemed hesitant to say.

“Antar Dad is now to where the person is being treated.” Mr. Sholeh immediately stood up and pulled Carissa's hand. Asking his daughter immediately showed me which room the patient was in.

Mr. Sholeh the lyrics of the watch are coiled in his left hand. Time shows it's very late in the afternoon and another hour will be maghrib.

“Quick show the room to dad we have to go home or your mom will get more anxious,” pinta Pak Sholeh.

Without being able to resist anymore, Carissa who was still reluctant to show where Rayhan was being treated finally showed the room as well.

“Here Father.” The two of them were in front of a room whose door was closed. Mr. Sholeh immediately pushed open the door.

How'this? I don't know what Dad's reaction will be like, Carissa's mind is stunned.

In the room was a man who was still unconscious. Mr. Sholeh came closer to confirm.

How surprised he saw the figure of a man with a fierce firm face that can still be seen even though unconscious, plus the clothes and accessories he wore were like thugs.

“Sa, you're sure this guy saved you, not the one who kept you?”

Carissa nodded heavily. “True Dad, he saved me.” His voice trembled then he ventured to look at his father's bead. “Dia... Motorcycle gang member also Dad.

Long enough Mr. Sholeh was silent, then took a rough breath. Carissa pumped her heart faster. Coupled with a sharp gaze from his father that seemed ready to split him into two parts.