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When do you shoot me?
The night after the incident, Grizelle and Arabelle immediately follow the men to the hospital after Joy Airin informs them.
Arriving at the hospital without a ba-bi-bu ado Grizelle broke down the door in front of which was named Azkaffa Roufur Rahim.
There were so many police in there that Grizelle and Arabelle wondered at each other, what was this murder case so there should be police here.
Not yet had time to interrogate, Kin pushed the bodies of Grizelle and Arabelle who were still on the doorstep to come out and explain.
"What's the Azka?!" arabelle's protesting impatiently. "Why so many cops?" connect with Arabelle who points out questions in a row to Kin.
"Should he be fine still pick me up, really," said Grizelle in disbelief, because some time ago Azka was still healthy palafiat beside him.
Kin took a deep breath. "You two haven't read today's news?" asked Kin in a raucous voice while staring at the two in turn.
Then the two girls looked at each other. They are not the type of people who care about world affairs, so they certainly do not read the news.
"Why indeed?" grizelle asked for a quick answer to Kin.
"Mahendra," said Kin briefly, which instead spurred thousands of questions on the faces of the two girls.
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Grizelle walked absentmindedly squeezing her phone towards the front door of the room that read Azka's name. He had just calmed his heart as well as Arabelle who had not been able to accept reality. And now Arabelle ran and Kin chased her somewhere.
In front of the door Grizelle was still staring at the doorknob, slowly opening the door without strength as if she did not know how to open the door yet.
The face he first looked at when the door opened was blurry because of the tearful whirlpool that had maliciously fallen down without being ordered.
Azka who saw her adoration girl immediately put down her phone and smiled. Kin must have told Grizelle, Azka sure.
The man with his head wrapped widened his arms waiting for Grizelle's still-trained steps to come into his arms.
Grizelle's lips trembled at Azka who was still smiling at her. If he becomes Azka he will never forgive himself much less smile sincerely in such a way.
"Don't excuse me" Grizelle said as she and Azka were only a few steps away, but Azka was still loyal to keep putting on that smile.
Grizelle shook her head as Azka gestured to immediately come into her arms. The girl was still showered with fierceness, what if Azka died.
"Ackkk!!" Azka suddenly touched her chest like a person in pain.
Grizelle quickly ran towards Azka without being asked or asked by Azka.
"Azka, aren't you papa?"
Azka smiled after Grizelle was in her arms. His trickery manages to draw Grizelle closer to him and kills the guilt that is not rooted at all.
"Iiihhhh the joke isn't funny!" Grizelle beating Azka's back made Azka laugh even though it was a bit painful in her head.
"Don't cry, you why cry."
Grizelle wiped the remains of her tears and wiped the water that came out of her nose with the back of her hand then casually wiped her onto Azka's clothes.
"Gue thought you were gonna die."
"Where may I die, have I not shot you."
"When are you gonna shoot me?"
"Yes until I'm ready to be hurt for being rejected equally lo."
Grizelle laughed on the sidelines of her cries because of Azka's words, only Azka could overcome the cold nature of this ice stone girl.
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