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"Where is Layla, sir?" ask Deri impatiently.
Now Deri, June, Arsandi and some Danu people are already in the hospital. After successfully subduing Ratna and Basuki's men. Unfortunately, Basuki managed to escape.
"Still inside, I don't know what they're doing to Layla!" said Danu with an unsettled face, anxiety looks on his face.
"May Layla be good, sir!" june says by patting Danu on the shoulder, her substitute teacher at school.
Danu frowned, staring at the hand that dared pat her shoulder.
"Sorry sir, this spontaneity!" Jun pulled his hand from Danu's shoulder, with his awkward face.
"Thank you, because you've been willing to take part in the search for Layla" Danu said sincerely in June and Deri.
"It's an obligation, we sir. Layla is our friend anyway. He's a good boy sir, the others are also helping the do'a, wishing Layla the best for now!" june exclaimed with a fluffy smile at the corner of her lips.
"You're as good as coming home, your parents must have been very worried about you. What else is late." said Danu, staring at Juni and Deri alternately.
"That's why we're back, sir. Layla must be good sir! Layla's a tough girl sir!" said Deri, trying to cheer Danu up, for Layla's fate is somehow currently in the action room.
"Let's get you in between the drivers" Danu said, staring at Arsandi.
"Let me interven, sir. There's something I need to ask them." hail Arsandi.
"Wait, what about Basuki and his men? What works in the bracket?" ask Danu.
Danu stared intently at Arsandi and some of his men who appeared among them to have minor injuries or minor injuries.
"For Miss's girlfriend, Ratna managed to keep us safe, sir. The two men who brought Miss also managed to keep us safe." explained Arsandi, immediately then his head lowered.
"What's wrong? Did you guys fail to secure Basuki?" danu asked with a probing gaze, looking at the attitude of Arsandi and his men.
Danu's breath was not bad, his chest was up and down, his hands were clenched tight with his fingers book that looked prominent.
"Your advance!" tell Danu with a cold voice, the cold air immediately pierced to the bone.
Arsandi and some of Danu's men also advanced one step forward Danu.
'What other punishment will Mr. Danu give to the gwe! But this is my fault! I deserve any consequences from Mr. Arsandi's inner self, swallowing his saliva with difficulty.
Bugh bugh bugh.
With the right leg sticking out backwards, stand on one leg. Danu moves around, kicking his men and Arsandi.
Without any of them daring to dodge Danu's kick, the overflow from his disappointment at failing to secure Basuki.
Juni and Deri who saw her could only grimace, with a painful heart, saw Arsandi and other Danu men who were rewarded with kicks.
By just moving his head, Arsandi immediately understood the order given by Danu. Arsandi takes Deri and June home.
Chequek.
A white-robed woman walked out of the action room. With a difficult look.
"How's my wife doing, doc?" danu asked, looking at the young female doctor full of probing.
'Did I not hear wrong? So the girl inside is married? With this guy? Ah maybe they were in an accident, until the two of them were forced to get married. Today's children, promiscuity is no longer a barrier to a student.
"Could come into my room." the doctor said firmly.
The young doctor passed by, swinging his footsteps away from the action room, followed by Danu with an uncanny feeling.
"Are you sure the husband of the teenage daughter is inside the action room? You sure her husband?" ask Silfi's doctor to reassure the sense of hearing.
"Do you think I'm kidding? Tell me as soon as you can, what happened to my wife!" danu said seriously.
"Your wife experiences physical violence, plus her mental. He was under quite a lot of pressure for a child of his age." said Silfi doctor briefly and in an outline without stale bases.
Danu clenched her hands tightly, a flash of anger flashing across her two eyes.
"Where did he get the wound on his arm, doctor? What else did my wife experience? Tell the doctor, say it without anything to hide from me!" sue Danu with great emphasis, restraining her anger in front of the doctor.
"The lash, and there's a torn wound on the core, though it's just a little bit and we've sewed it up. But that leaves a trauma for your wife, sir." said Silfi doctor, pausing his words. It's like giving Danu space to think.
'Dialannn you Basuki, dare to do such a cruel thing to my wife!' inner Danu.
"With a heavy heart, I say if your wife needs a psychiatrist, to restore her emotions as usual" said Dr. Silfi at length.
Danu went outside leaving the Silfi doctor's room, his steps as if it was heavy to step. A heavy blow now he has to face, especially Danu should be able to be tough in front of Layla.
Danu plays an important role, though, because he is the closest person to Layla to recover Layla who is now traumatized by the violence he received from Ratna and 2 men who brought her from school.
Danu clasped Layla's fingers, lying on Layla's side in a large outpatient bed.
"You can definitely pass this cruel test of life, La! You definitely can. I'm sure you'll get past it." Danu said, peeping Layla's fingers repeatedly with a clear bulb that slid free from the corner of her eye.
"Where is Dad going?" sifanye asked, seeing Noval who was immediately ready, about to leave the house after getting a call from no one.
"There's business I can't stay in, mah! You go first!" said Noval, without giving a smooth answer to hear Sifanye.
"Well! What business is it! It's late night, Dad! Isn't it as good as tomorrow's it's dad's business?" Sifanye tries to persuade Noval not to die at home.
"Can't! Mama sleep first! And don't wait for me!" noval's word, don't want to be denied.
That same night Noval picks up Tati and her husband, to the hospital where Layla is being treated.
"What happened to Layla, Noval?" ask Tati questioningly.
"Why don't you take your wife along, Noval?" yanto asked with a mocking look at Noval.
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