Not the Son of the Prostitute

Wounded

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"www ....!" Mutia pulled her hand quickly as a splash of hot coffee accidentally hit her hand. The girl grimaced to feel her skin flushed from the coffee spill earlier.. While the cup has plunged freely on the floor and broken into pieces.

"Good, Mutia! You okay?" Nina who accidentally went to the pantry to make a drink was surprised to find Mutia grimacing while holding her hand. The girl was in a lot of pain, lucky that she quickly came and caught him.

"I'm fine." The girl immediately carried her injured hand towards the water faucet and flushed it for quite a long time.

"Let's treat me." Nina looks for the drug contacts stored in the desk drawer, then pulls Mutia to sit in front of her.

"No need, Nina, later Mr. Haidar will be angry if I am late to make coffee for him," Mutia refused when the girl was about to stick a cotton swab that had been driped with medicine.

"So, what have you been thinking about is coffee? Not your hand that hurt?" Nina just gawked, the girl shook her head in disbelief with the way Mutia thought. It was worth it to look hesitant when he told her to sit down. Nina thought that because she was too afraid that the wound on her hand was severe, in fact Mutia was thinking about the fate of the coffee she had spilled.

"Yes. Mr. Haidar told me not to stay long. Later if I'm late he'll be angry." Mutia's plain statement made the girl in front of him again shake her head slowly.

"No way, Mutia. Believe me, Mr. Haidar will surely understand him. The most important thing is to treat the wound on your hand first." Nina carefully treated him. After the wound was wrapped in bandages, then Nina replaced the spilled coffee earlier to be brought to the boss' room.

"Well, I made this again. You just drop me off." The girl offered a cup of coffee as a substitute for the broken one. "Remember, beware!"

Mutia smiled back at Nina's excellent treatment of her. After saying thank you, Mutia brought the cup of coffee back to the boss' room. He was sure that the man must have been putting on an upset face because he had wasted too long just preparing a cup of coffee.

Right, right, just now Mutia pushed the door of the room, the voice belonging to the man in front of there already sounded very upset.

"Why is it so long?" said Haidar when he heard the door of his room open. The man was still down, busy with a pile of files in front of him.

"Ma–maaf, Sir. Me ...?"

"Just put it here" ordered without turning his eyes towards the girl who had just entered.

"I–iya." Just according. Mutia walked over, then carefully placed the cup of coffee that was still puffing the smoke.

The grepp!

Just as the girl was about to retreat, Haidar had already blocked her wrist. Mutia thought, surely the man would scold him because his working hours had been wasted due to a small accident incident in the pantry.

"Ma–maaf, sir, I was ..."

"Why your hand?" asked Haidar with sharp eyes looking at the girl's face. "Why would you get hurt like this?"

Mutia pulled her hand quickly, and chose to hide it. "It's okay, Sir. It was just a little bit of a coffee spill," Mutia replied.

"Becoffee spill?" The man got up and checked the injured hand. "Like this you say a little?" said Haidar riled himself. The man grabbed the phone at his desk and called who was across the street.

[Quickly come, ten minutes!] Haidar hung up the phone rudely and then swung his step towards the sofa of the room.

"Sit down!" haidar orders suddenly. The man was already leaning and looked to be kneeling his own temple.

"Aren't you tired of standing there? Sit down!" said the man for the second time. Mutia simply nodded, then according to her, sat down next to her.

"Why are you so careless?" Haidar feels very guilty for having Mutia make coffee for him. Though his intention was only to prank the girl. But it hurt him.

"It's just a small wound, sir. I'm okay." Mutia's words even more ignited the man's annoyance.

"What did you say? Just a small wound?"

It even felt like Haidar wanted to destroy something that had hurt the girl's hand. But, why did Mutia herself even look ordinary.

"This is indeed a minor wound, sir. He also treated Nina. So, you don't have to worry." The girl tried to explain. But, the next second he realized that there was something wrong with his words earlier. "I'm sorry, I mean, you don't have to call the doctor because my wounds have been treated."

The man sitting next to her did not answer. Haidar just went back and forth glancing at the clock that was coiled around his wrist.

"Damn! Why so long!" Whether the swearing was aimed at whom, Mutia definitely did not dare to ask at all.

[Where are you?] Haidar again contacted his personal doctor who had asked him to come to the office.

[Areally who was hurt? Why are you panicking so much?] ask the voice from across there curiously.

[How much do you ask?] haidar replied impatiently. He did not know that on the other side there was a ridge because of the call of Haidar who told him to come suddenly.

[Yes, yes. I just want to know who's hurt?] Like not giving up even though it has been bombarded with angry words.

[Come soon! Or, I'll remove your license!] Haidar's threat turned out to be successful in silencing someone across the street. The doctor was silent and chose not to ask any more questions. The man who works as a private doctor of the Pratama family wants to come and see for himself who is injured to make the family's second son to his own family.

Click, click,

Haidar's phone connection was unilaterally cut off. He did not care if the man across there cursed and cursed him. All he wanted was for the chatty doctor to come and give help to the beautiful girl sitting next to him.

While on the other side, Doctor Eko was cursing annoyed that his call was closed just like that. The man immediately drove his car as fast as possible so that he could get to his destination in time.

"Wait a minute, the doctor will be here soon to treat your wounds."

Mutia was getting clueless. Because a few minutes ago Haidar looks angry and seems to want to swallow anyone. But, why was his attitude now able to turn soft like this?

"Is it still sick? Next time be careful. I don't want anything bad to happen to you again."

"Hhhh ....?"

"Don't act recklessly again to injure yourself!"