The Fate of Love of a Misanris

20. Small Bridge A Tie

Zayyad felt his suit pocket looking for a cell phone, at that moment he remembered his phone was broken. This narrow room seemed increasingly stifling in the dark. At least a little light, it might be able to calm Alina who was almost dead in fear. So Zayyad thought of getting a little light source.

Groping around the floor, Zayyad finds Alina's handbag. Zayyad opened it and took Alina's phone. Zayyad immediately turned on the flashlight from Alina's phone. The light was more than enough to illuminate this small room.

It was then that Zayyad could clearly see the woman who had fallen unconscious on his arm slowly opening her eyes. That second...Zayyad lost control will—

"Ughhh!" A mouthful of spilled acidic liquid dirtyed Alina's shoulders. Zayyad gasped, immediately putting Alina's plan to the floor. Closing his mouth, Zayyad tried hard to suppress the acid turmoil from his stomach so as not to make a mistake the second time.

"Sorry!" Zayyad put on a sorry look. He was ready to accept the woman's anger. It's just that he waited a long time, it didn't happen.

"Huh.huh.." Alina's breath filled the silent elevator. Those black eyes were empty, occasionally trembling unsettled. It seemed like the woman's consciousness had not fully recovered.

Ripping a handkerchief in his suit pocket, Zayyad wanted to hand it to Alina. But Alina was up, standing up and running towards the closed elevator door.

Alina frantically touched just as much as the button wished for the elevator door to open. It's just that everything is nil, the iron door is still reluctant to open.

Zayyad almost forgot. There is an emergency button in every company elevator. Zayyad immediately found the button and pressed it.

"Someone does hear me? My wife and I were stuck in a 50th floor CEO elevator"

"Good sir! We'll send help soon..."

Next to Zayyad who was completely unaffected by the chaos in the elevator.

Alina who just regained consciousness from her heavy shock. Back to being scared and shivering on the spot. Hugging herself tightly, Alina fought hard to fight against her fear. But the shadows of his past come back to haunt him.

The situation made Alina entangled in the darkest times of her life. His trembling eyes, slowly shed tears like a drizzle from the sky.

After trying many times to press the buttons and fail— the metal door was not open at all. Alina crouched down on the spot, her head bent down with both hands hugging her neck tightly.

Zayyad saw Alina's body shaking violently, it was obvious that the woman needed someone to calm her down. It's just that Zayyad is powerless to do anything. She had already vomited, if she moved near Alina again. He could have fallen unconscious because he had exceeded his defense limit.

"Why the door cannot be opened" Raising her head, Alina looked up at Zayyad.

"Don't you say it won't be long?" Lirih Alina with quivering lips. Her tears rolled down both sides of her cheeks. On the side of looking pitiful, Alina was not even aware of the acidic liquid that had already soiled one of her shoulders.

"I've called for help, they'll be here soon. Hang in..." That's all Zayyad can say.

Alina shook her head fretfully, breathing faltered and her hand hit her chest hard, "How long is it?"

'I am not strong!'

"Maybe.about making a cup of coffee"

Alina shook her head resignedly, not knowing if it was still strong enough to hold on.

"Huh.huh.." This narrow room, as if squeezing it slowly. It was almost like pressing down on his respiratory cavity until it broke.

'No! I cannot lose consciousness like that...'

Zayyad, who noticed Alina's condition worsening, pressed the emergency button again and said louder, "Someone does hear me? If there is a power outage, just turn on the generator"

"Please be patient sir! It's still in process"

Frowning his forehead, Zayyad felt something strange. Don't know why he's hunching...

It's like it was planned!

"Huh.huh..."

' No! my breath—'

Alina who seemed to have run out of oxygen, slowly slumped from her seat and drooped pitifully.

"If this keeps on I'll m-mat-hah.hah.."

'This narrow room is suffocating me!'

Zayyad who saw the sight, immediately released the winding of the tie around his neck.

"Hold on!"

"Hold it!"

Alina who saw someone extending the end of the tie to her nervously looked up.

His misty eyes faintly caught the face that was staring at him gently carrying a sense of security.

Slowly Alina took the end of the tie.

Suddenly the tie was pulled from his hand, Alina reflexively held the end of the tie tighter.

"Look!" Zayyad said as he pointed at his face.

"You're not alone here, but I'm here with you"

"Huh.huh..." Aye! There's that guy here.

"Forget your fear, we'll face this together, okay?" Zayyad said again as he tilted his face. 

"Huh.huh.." With a faltering breath, Alina slowly nodded.

"Sorry, I can't touch you! I can only do this, I hope you can understand" 

"I-yes! J-don't let go" Alina's lips twitched nervously and fearfully. Little by little the oxygen around him began to recollect.

"Yes! Keep holding it and I won't take it off" Zayyad said. His lips curved upwards, smiling sincerely.

Alina held tightly to the end of the tie and so did Zayyad who held the other end while standing.

The tie eventually formed a small bridge between them that although it looks distant but feels close.

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On the other hand, Bakri repeatedly contacted his boss anxiously. Downstairs is filled with reporters and media. Their arrival aims to cover the wife of a CEO of PT. Sejahtera Jaya.

It feels weird. They couldn't have covered something like this without the approval of the company just yet. What else they are brave enough to step into the company to encourage security.

Someone must have worked very hard to plan this.

"Sir! Why is your phone off in such a precarious situation" Bakri helplessly stuffed his phone into his pocket.

Then Bakri saw the reporters seeming increasingly impatient, they continued to question where Zayyad and his wife were. They were eager to clarify whether the marriage was the right one or just the setting.

"Keep control of them"

"Don't let anyone break in" cried Bakri at all the company's security.

"Sir, are you Zayyad sir's private secretary?"

"Why did you forbid us to cover?"

"Is the wedding announced a few days ago by the great leader of PT Jaya Sejahtera just a setting?"

"Was it done to cover up Mr. Zayyad's abnormality as it was rumored?"

One by one the questions rolled like a hail of bullets that did not stop. Bakri did not know what to respond to him. But after noticing some of the details of the reporters' uniforms, it seemed like it was no stranger.

Wasn't that the worker's uniform from some media he sued a few days ago for defamation?

Bakri laughed at the situation in his heart. 'So someone had already lured them all to carry out a revenge mission against his boss?'

"Sir, there's a power outage! I can't use the elevator for Mr. Zayyad's room" reported one of the people Bakri had just told him to go to Zayyad's room. Bakri told someone to report the chaos that lay beneath on his boss. Because bakri can't just leave this situation.

"What?"

'I'm getting sure.'

'There's something wrong with all this!'