Rafa and Ara

Episode 63

On its way.

"Has the child arrived?" ask Rafa

"Already sir, 20 minutes ago." replied Vishnu glanced slightly back, then refocused forward. The child they saved last night has been sent to Ara's orphanage without her knowledge.

"What about the construction of the P project?" ask Rafa back.

"It's 50% completion stage."

"Good, add the labor and heavy equipment so that the development is completed quickly" said Rafa grimacing.

"Good sir."

Vishnu glanced from the rearview mirror of the car.

His master resuscitated his back to the car seat, his face paled even more. Rafa opened his coat putting it to the side. Blood pierced through his bandages and white shirt.

Last night, Rafa was hit by a samurai on his stomach and right thigh. Fight two mob gangs, some of them from Japan, with their country heirlooms, the Samurai. Vishnu only suffered minor injuries.

Actually Rafa will not be that easy to touch and hurt, but because his mind is in a mess, controlled emotions make him fail to focus. His mind split into two. He attacks blindly without seeing the opponent's movements, thus making the enemy injure his body.

"Sir, we should go to the hospital" said Vishnu worried.

Rafa grimaced again, a sweat drenching his face.

"Take me to the apartment."

"But mr__"

"You know I hate hospitals so much." Rafa violently interrupted his words.

"Good sir." Vishnu immediately fled the car faster not daring to argue anymore.

Rafa doesn't want to go to the hospital, traumatized by past events. He also did not like the smell of drugs. Rafa deliberately does not tell about his condition to the house people because they do not want them to worry and know what was done last night. They only know he has a stomachache.

The car entered the secret hallway of the apartment and stopped in the garage next to the apartment. Vishnu immediately carried his master's body inside, and stepped up towards the room.

"Open my shirt and pants." Rafa ordered as soon as he sat on the bed. His breathing hunted fast, cold sweat more and more came out soaking his face and other body parts.

Vishnu immediately took off Rafa's clothes one by one. Leave short black bokser pants rather tight short. Blood pierced through the bandage that Rizal had put on.

"Quick change the bandages." Rafa orders.

Vishnu took the medicine box, then immediately cleaned the blood melts with alcohol. Then change the bandage. The wound is quite large open gaping but Rafa does not want to go to the hospital.

"It is better that you do not wear clothes first, fearing that the wound will widen if rubbed against the clothes" said Vishnu re-cleansing the medicinal equipment.

"Sir, the medicine is to drink."

"Keep that stuff away from me." Rafa laid down his body. Even though he felt extreme pain, he did not want to take medicine.

"Go to the office. Hold meetings with clients. You should be able to take their hearts. And be present at the X meeting. The meeting was very important. There will be competitors from several countries. Prepare yourself to face them." continued Rafa back.

Vishnu closed all the curtains, turned off all the lights that were lit, making the room seem dark. He glanced briefly at Rafa who closed his eyes, then immediately came out with some important documents in hand.

"Your wounds will not heal if only in bandages without taking medicine." murmured Vishnu.

Rafa thought of a way to make his master eat and take medicine. He wrote a message on HP, and then immediately sent it to no one, only he knew. He hoped that this plan would work to cure his master. Vishnu's eyes scanned around the apartment, then immediately got into the car, and came out again through the secret passage.

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Ara is currently inside Rafa's office, having first informed Sam. He only dared to enter if the owner of the room had gone to the office. Ara read several books, and copied what was considered important as reference material. An hour or so he's in the room, then he's out.

He plans to go to the home after college. Because he got a call from tito who said the orphanage added 7 children. Ara immediately sent a message asking for permission first to Raka.

Ara immediately went inside her room changing clothes, then went downstairs. Looking for Mr. Sam who is busy arranging food in a row.

"Miss is done?" ask Sam.

"Already sir. Oh yeah does Sam have Sita's phone number?"

"There's Non" Sam limped to pick up his phone, which he put in an apron bag hanging in the corner of the kitchen.

"Sir Sam what's with your feet?" ara asked to see the man having trouble walking. This morning it was not so. Sam's fine.

"Oh this__so my leg was sprained. But it's okay." replied Sam. He gave Sita her phone number. Ara immediately copied and contacted him, but was not active, the try again remained the same.

"Maybe Sita's running out of power. Later Miss try again" said Sam.

"Miss going to college ?" ask Sam back.

"Yes sir." answered Ara saw the battery power of his phone is only 3 percent.

"Heart outside, yes. I'll stay for a while, Non, excuse me." Sam stepped up limping. Ara noticed.

"Sir Sam will leave in this condition? Shouldn't it be the driver who delivered it? I'm worried about your feet like this."

Sam's steps stopped."It is my duty Non. It'sit's okay. I'm still strong."

"Or let me drive him. I happen to be going to college too. Just give me the full address." Ara volunteered as she could not bear the state of this old man who looked like a limp.

"But I don't want to Non-bother." declined Sam.

"It's okay sir, I don't feel in repotin anyway! Mr. Sam don't worry, I'll make sure this food gets to the address, I'll call Mr. Sam as soon as it arrives! I can't bear to see a father like this. Sam better take a break and treat his feet. Don't work yet." said Ara pushyly.

With a heavy heart Sam finally agreed. He gave Ara an address on a small piece of paper.

"Sir Sam, now just rest, find a masseuse to massage the father's legs, I'm sorry first." said Ara while challenging food.

"Yes, thank you. Be careful on the road" Sam said. Ara nodded with a smile. Then immediately step forward.

Seriate.