The Primadona Malam

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"Sir Ahsan, where are you going?" ask Mr. Gun.

However, Ahsan did not heed Mr. Gun's question. His instincts say, if the girl is in need of help. Ahsan also sped up his steps so as to arrive at the examination room he saw earlier.

Wh-tok-tok!

Ahsan knocked on the door of the examination room. Make a guard nurse swing a step to open the door

"Yes, Mas. Can I help you?" ask the nurse while frowning.

"Sorry, Sus. Is the girl still undergoing the examination?" Ahsan asked back.

The nurse knitted her eyebrows. He did not understand the direction of the young man who was standing before him.

"I mean, Mas?" ask the nurse.

"So I saw a girl go into the examination room, Sus. I want to see him," Ahsan said.

"Wow, which girl is it, Mom? Frankly speaking, since this morning there were many dozens of girls who entered this examination room. If you may know, what is the name of the girl that Mas means, I'm easier to find it," replied the nurse at length.

Ahsan could only scratch his non-itchy head. To be honest, he did not know the name of the girl. However, Ahsan did not want to give up yet. He was sure the girl was in need of help.

"Sa-I don't know the girl's name, Sus. But ..." Ahsan tried to remember something, "emh .. If it's not wrong, the girl was wearing a hijab, Sus," he added.

The nurse smiled again. "The girl who wears the hijab and gets into this room a lot, Mas. Better to remember his name. If you remember, you can see me again. I'm sorry, I'm at work so I don't have time to joke like this" said the nurse, who began to snidely respond to Ahsan.

A second later, the nurse was about to close the door of the examination room. However, Ahsan prevented it

"Wait, sus!"

The nurse rolled her eyes, puffed up.

"What else is it, Mom?" ask the nurse.

"I remember something, Sus. The girl was brought into this room probably about 15 minutes ago. Encouraged by using a gurney and beside her was a middle-aged mother with a quite striking makeup," Ahsan explained.

"Oh the woman .. Yes, she came with her aunt, but now they're home" replied the nurse, who did not want to extend the debate with the young man before her.

"Pu-home, Sus? What's he sick of?" tanya Ahsan was getting curious.

"Hhh, he's just a stomachache. Ordinary ... is coming month," replied the nurse's origin.

Ahsan is just ria ooh. But deep down, he was astonished. If only the moon came, why did the girl look limp like that, Ahsan thought.

With a shunt move, Ahsan returned to poly ENT.

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The night is getting late. Imelda tells Muniroh to keep Niram in the nursery. Meanwhile, he asks Togar to stand guard outside the room. Imelda deliberately assigned Togar there. So that after Niram realized later, the girl did not complain to anyone about what had happened to her.

However, apparently the old woman had already slept so soundly.

Niram continued to beg for water. Her lips were so dry. And his throat was starting to hurt. However, Muniroh is still engrossed in his dreams. In fact, even the smooth snoring began to turn a little tight.

Niram blinked his eyes. He looked around to see every corner of the room. His forehead frowned slightly when he found the old woman asleep in the waiting chair.

With little strength left, Niram tried to get up and lean his back against the wall. His weak hands tried to reach the bottle of mineral water that was on top of a small cupboard. I don't know who owned the bottle that only stayed half that. However, Niram was so thirsty that he ignored the owner of the bottle.

Niram sipped the water in the bottle until it was not left. His throat was no longer dry. There was a slight fresh taste that started to run through his body. Niram returned to his eyes. Trying to find people he has recognized his face, and he considers criminals.

Briskly, Niram saw a black shadow walking back and forth behind the door. He started to get off the bed. With a sagging step, Niram tried to peek at who the person who was walking back and forth behind the door was.

Deg-deg-deg!

Niram's heart was racing when he realized that the man was Togar. The sturdy man who yesterday afternoon dared to touch him. Disgusted by the touch of a tattooed hand on her cheek, Niram unconsciously rubbed the rough of both cheeks.

Niram begins to realize that he is in a den of criminals. And he doesn't want to go back there. Therefore, Niram is looking for a way to escape from the clutches of the criminals.

This is my chance to escape. I'm sure that place is not a good place. I don't want to go back to that place, I have to get out of here, Inner Niram.

Slowly, Niram again swung his steps towards the bed where he was being treated.

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In a pretty big house. Ahsan was still standing on the edge of the balcony of her room while folding both her hands on her chest. His mind drifted back to recall his encounter with the adorable-eyed girl.

Really, Ahsan felt very guilty for being late to realize the request for help that was uttered from the lips of the girl. Ish, what exactly happened to that girl? Why is he lying helpless there? Is he trying to do something bad? Is he trying to persecute himself?

Ahsan's mind continued to be filled with questions that she was unable to find answers to.

Whatever happens to him, whoever he is. I hope he's okay. Do'a Ahsan entered his room.

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The night continues to crawl. Niram was still trying to fight his drowsiness. He did not want to waste the opportunity to escape from the clutches of those evil people. The snoring in his room started getting louder. Niram saw that the old woman had slept well. With great care, Niram pulled out the infusion needle on the back of his hand.

Isha!

Niram grimaced a little. However, he immediately smothered his mouth so that the old woman would not hear his ringing. Slowly, Niram came down from the bed. He walked on his tiptoes near the door.

Very carefully, Niram opened the room door. He saw that the tattooed man had already flown to his dreamland. Back Niram walked on his tiptoes so as not to make a sound.

Niram walked over while lowering his face. He didn't want anyone to look at his face and be suspicious of him. Once at the end of the corridor, Niram did not waste any more time. With the rest of his strength still in his possession, Niram ran with all his might through the side door of the hospital that was still open.

Please protect the servant, Lord ....