The Injured Heart.

part 38's

"Life is not always as beautiful as people think, if we see the lives of others much better and beautiful than us, if we look at the lives of others, so never make the happiness of others and what others have as a benchmark of our happiness, so that we are happy with what we have."

Zahira Al Mahyra's

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  Zahira stared flat at Fakhira who had been crying since coming home from transmedia.

  Zahira was so nervous to see it, Zahira to the shame because some visitors in the transmedia to look at him.

"Udah deh Fah, from now on you cry on why the hell? " ask Zahira at last.

Fakhira sobbed and wiped her tears with a tissue.

"I was moved by your story earlier, I became saddened by it" he replied slowly.

Zahira gave a soft snort while looking at Fakhira.

"Lebay you!" his gerrick.

Fakhira ripped off to see her cousin grumbling. Zahira just shook her head.

"Have wiped your tears, I will go to Muhammad's pity office alone there" he said.

   About three and a half hours Zahira returned to his office to help Muhammad, who was already dizzy because of Zahira's work so much, many times Muhammad had his forehead gnawed.

Zahira also returned to work, even held a meeting with his work team.

Fakhira, who is not very fond of working, inevitably intervened to help Zahira's work.

  Many times the two grumbled because their work was not finished.

"When did this job end?" ask Fakhira to herself.

"Udahlah Fah, just finish the financial statements, then if all this work is done I want to ask for a bonus with Zahira"

  Muhammad took the initiative to ask Zahira for a reward.

"Me too, Zahira's pantes always in his study even though it was midnight, his work turned out to accumulate "fakhira sahut.

The two refocused on their work, even when Zahira was done with her meeting with her team, Zahira again worked on some proposals to submit her work contract with other companies.

Currently employees in Zahira's office are very busy, even some employees decide to overtime so that their work is quickly completed.

At half-hour, Zahira asked Fakhira and Muhammad to return home.

"You guys go home, I might be overtime this malem or maybe stay here"

"Are you sure you want to go overtime? " ask Muhammad who is ready to go home.

Zahira nodded slowly.

"Huf.... Do I need to be with you? " ask Fakhira a little worried.

"No need Fah, some employees also I ask for overtime so that office work is quickly normal" he declined.

Fakhira said Zahira.

"Well, I'm the same Muhammad went home first"

"Yes, say yes to mom and dad if I'm overtime, afraid they're worried"

Fakhira nodded slowly and then Fakhira and Muhammad also said goodbye.

About eight and a half hours after the Maghrib Zahira prayer came out of his study, and stared at some busy employees at work.

"Have you had dinner? " ask Zahira at some of the overtime employees.

"Not yet ma'am" they answered in unison.

"I have ordered food for all of you, briefly again maybe come, you rest first" he told all employees.

  A while later the food that Zahira ordered had come, various kinds of food Zahira ordered.

"Please eat"

  Zahira invited his employees to eat, while he resumed his work.

Tok tok tok tok

"Please enter"

   A man walked in and shook his head slowly seeing Zahira still focused on work not even taking her eyes off her laptop.

"What's wrong? " ask Zahira who still hasn't shifted her gaze.

"Let's eat" he asked.

Zahira looked up at who had entered, a smile rising from the man's lips Razi.

"Kok you're here? " ask Zahira and close the laptop.

"You know I'm here? " ask Zahira and devour her food.

"I was at your house, but your cousin said you were in the office he said overtime, so I came straight here" Razi replied and smiled at Zahira.

Zahira nodded slowly and went back to eating. After that he still did not return to his study because there was still Razi.

"Your job is a lot?  You and some of your employees have to be overtime? "

"Yes, there are many office jobs, some workers that I have been assigned to go out of town to review the location of the project we are building, and some of us here take care of some of our work that is very urgent, this is also the end of the month the financial report is waiting, he said, all employees payday usually there are Radit and Nadia who take care but well they are still in the honeymoon period "

"Do I need to help you? "

"No need to go home, I'm overtime with my employees anyway, so it's okay tomorrow after dawn I go home"

"Alright, I'm going home that way, you don't get too exhausted afraid you're sick"

Zahira nodded then smiled slightly. Razi paid a farewell to Zahira and after driving Razi to the parking lot Zahira back into the office.

The clock on the wall had already shown twelve but some employees were still working, several times in Zahira employees to his room to ask for autographs, and it was about one o'clock the night their work was done, leave a few things.

Zahira breathed a sigh of relief after signing the last dossier Mita gave her.

"All employees have rested Mit? " ask Zahira at her secretary.

"Yes ma'am, according to my mother's orders have said that they can rest if their work is done and I have said that they can take off tomorrow" Mita replied so politely.

"Thank God that way, you can rest and tomorrow you can take a day off as well" Zahira said, sighing in relief.

"But mom tomorrow... "

"Stop!  You can take a day off tomorrow, about work tomorrow there is Muhammad to help me, go back to your place of work and rest" Zahira said quickly.

"Good ma'am, thank you"

  Mita came out of Zahira's work room, while Zahira was still struggling in front of her laptop, it seemed like she really had to overtime, considering she had to type her novel that was waiting for its continuation by her fans.

  At five o'clock in the morning Zahira packed his things, he put his laptop in his bag and rushed out of his room, Zahira walked lethargic, he had ordered a taxi online, he had ordered a taxi online, a taxi stopped in front of him.

  After arriving at his house Zahira walked with a lethargic bow, his eye bags were clearly visible, his eyes reddened because he did not sleep all night.

  Zahira glanced at Fakhira who had just come down from her room, Zahira again walked towards her room.

  Fakhira grimaced softly to see the appearance of Zahira who he thought already looked like a Zombie, what a pity.

"Well, tell your sister I'm going to the office a little bad, maybe at nine I leave, tell your sister, I ask her to just prepare the salary of the employee so that the day after I stay, I want to rest first" said slowly.

"You still want to work today? " ask Fakhira to make sure.

"Yes, yeah,... There are some things that require my signature, but I want to go to sleep first" Zahira replied occasionally as she yawned from sleepiness.

"Alright, rest I'm going down first"

Zahira nodded slowly and went into his room, he immediately threw his body on his bed after putting his bag, so tired Zahira did not even change his clothes, he just took off his socks and shoes.

  Just half an hour asleep the sound of his phone made him wake up, Zahira lazily took his phone from his bag and lifted it.

"Yes, what's wrong, Mir? "

"Yes, after Radit came back I went straight there, and took care of it, "

"Yes, I'll call you again okay"

  Zahira closed her call and wanted to go back to sleep, but only a few minutes her eyes were closed, the voice of her phone rang again.

Zahira exhaled heavily and again lifted the phone call that turned out to be from Nadia.

"Yes, what's wrong, Nad? " asked Zahira with her eyes closed.

"How are you doing there? "

"Me and my family are good, " replied Zahira so quietly and her voice sounded hoarse.

"Thank God, but you're sick?  Your voice sounds hoarse? "

"Huf.... " Zahira sighed heavily. "Can you call later? I just got home from work and haven't slept at all, I want to take a short break because I have to get back to the office"

"Oh well, rest, three more days in shay God I'm home"

"Heummmm.. "

"Yes that's it"

Zahira had gone back to sleep and did not even know Nadia had ended her call.

..."It is exhausting when we keep forcing ourselves to be busy with things, even like there is no stopping for the busyness itself. "...

...Zahira Al - Mahyra....