Miss Sound Adhan

Eps. 42 Ameer Votes

Carissa kept quiet and stopped her footsteps. He hesitated to continue or not.

I didn't know if he was in there or not? But the one who welcomed out was not him but his members. What if he's not in there? carissa Inner, dodged the man's note and instead looked back at his back.

“Hey, do you have ears or not? Why not answer my question?” ketus again.

Carissa until jolted because her tone is quite high and makes her ears vibrate.

The Rayhan member stepped forward along with Carissa who stepped back while opening her hands in front of her chest as a form of self-defense.

“You want to find trouble again? Not enough have you made our Boss a fuss?”

“No. Don't misunderstand me first. I-I just wanted to say thank you to him.”

The man then stopped after Carissa gave an answer.

Boss isn't here. He's at his house. Maybe the wound is quite serious,” the Eagle Wave member explained.

“If so I'd better just go.”

Carissa then immediately pull out of there, back forward the bike.

“It wasn't the gull?” A girl who was far behind Carissa, saw a familiar matic motor for her.

Who else that girl is not Devi either. He slowed down the pace of his bike after the motor matic in front of him was lost from his sight.

“Ya, right. That was indeed the motor of the gull.” He stopped by the Eagle Wave headquarters.

He saw the motor matic coming out of the base. “That Carissa's horrid and hypocritical! He said it had nothing to do with the thugs. But just got her out of there.”

Devi suddenly published her trademark sly and sly smile. I don't know what was on his mind at the time.

“I have a very good plan for you,” murmured, then yesterday drove his bike with a smile often back to decorate the tip of his lips.

***

“Kak, is Big Brother's head better?” ask Ameer in Rayhan's room.

Rayhan was still wearing a bandage that wrapped around his head. Yesterday when he came home his head was still throbbing pain accompanied by pain.

Fortunately, his forehead was not sewn or will leave marks on his face that can not be lost. And maybe it will reduce his good looks.

Although his brother said his condition was fine, but Ameer did not necessarily believe in the sweet mouth of his brother who often lied to him.

Once Rayhan had a fever after his return from a wild race in the middle of a heavy rain somewhere. That night he came home with a pale face with an ice-cold body.

But when Ameer asked how she was doing, her brother replied that she was fine just like now. And the nights are hot. He did not want it to happen again to his brother.

“Let me check if the wound is dry or not?” Ameer was now sitting next to her brother.

He removed the bandage that wrapped around Raihan's head slowly and carefully. Since yesterday he has not seen his brother's wounds, and only this time he ventured to see it.

“Kak, what exactly happened, how could Big Brother get hurt like this?”

“You're a kid so you don't need to know how my world is outside. Most importantly SPP and other costs of your school are paid off.”

“Not so Brother. I don't want Big Brother to get hurt like this out there. If only I could then I would have avenged all of Brother's pain in the person who has hurt you.”

Ameer seemed to not accept seeing her brother's wounds were slightly severe, not as usual.

“I accidentally got this wound. This wound is because I helped and saved a girl,” Rayhan said.

Ameer to the point of linking his eyebrows together forms an arrow bow. I swear by anything he's never heard his brother mention or discuss a girl.

“Girl? Girl who Sister means?” Ameer was really curious.

“Girls on the streets. Watch out once again you ask then I will drive you away from my room,” threatened Rayhan with a smooth but very piercing.

Making Ameer really dare not speak another word, discussing the matter of the girl who still made him curious.

“So, I've finished treating your wound, I'll put the bandage back.”

Rayhan just nodded his head feeling his sister.

Finished treating her brother Ameer back to the room. The kid again is usually on a night like this will teach. Because the PR from the school has finished the afternoon.

The voices of Ameer, who was currently reading the Quran, were heard through Rayhan's wall.

“That voice..must be Ameer's voice,” murmured, not noticeably turning to the source of the sound.

For some reason this time when he heard the voice of his sister, there was a strange taste that was peeping into his heart.