To Mutia

Turns out...

"Ghafar!"

The high-pitched voice sounded one second after the outpatient room door opened violently and hit the wall violently. Making the four people who were in the hospital room be surprised and immediately direct attention to the figure of the twenties woman who had just created a commotion.

"O Allah, Ghi." Lamia frantically approached the nursery bed, watching the condition of the man she called Ghifar, from head to toe. Then dramatically Lamia cupped Ghifar's face and stared horror at the sizable lump at the man's temple.

"How can you believe this? That's a lump, right? Why is it like a boiled egg?"

Lamia's chirping made Azril who was standing behind her shut her mouth, trying to hold back the almost gushing laughter.

A few minutes ago Lamia received a call from the hospital, informed her that her sister was in the care of her and asked the hospital to contact her. Panicked Lamia called Azril immediately, forcing the man to pick her up at the office and drive her to the hospital.

"Sorry, madam. Please. speak slowly." the nurse who accompanied the doctor examined Ghifar's condition, reprimanding Lamia who continued to make a high voice.

Lamia grinned awkwardly, then apologized. "How's my sister doing, doc?"

"The collision he received was quite strong, so it made the patient experience a mild concussion" explained the man who Lamia taxied in his early thirties.

"Ge-concussion, doc?"

The doctor gave a calming smile. "Not to worry. His condition had already started to improve, except for a lump in his temple that took quite a long time to disappear."

"Ah.thank God. So does Ghifar have to be hospitalized, doc?"

"We wait a few hours. If the patient does not experience severe vomiting, the patient can go home today."

Lamia nodded slowly. "Thank you, doc."

The man snelli reviewed a polite smile. "Either. Then excuse me. In two hours I'll be back to check on the patient."

After doctors and nurses left Ghifar's ward, Lamia pulled the available chair close to the outpatient bed, then dropped her buttocks on the chair's surface. His black bead stared fixedly at Ghifar. The man is now pressing his temple which has no lumps, occasionally giving a light massage when the pain whack.

"What happens until your temple gets this big?" lamia asked, drawing Ghifar's attention. While Azril who was on the other side of the nursery bed, gently patted Ghifar's shoulder, asking the man to understand Lamia's curiosity-clad worries.

"Just ask the culprit." Ghifar's chin dedicates to a corner of the ward, making Lamia and Azril immediately follow Ghifar's gaze, only to find the figure of Mutia standing stiff with both hands clinging to each other and her cute face showing an anxious look.

"Mutia?" the two exclaimed, between shocked and confused.

"Can't you?" Lamia stared alternately at Ghifar and Mutia. I want one of them to explain it to her.

"Teh" Mutia's call attracted not only Lamia's attention, but also Azril and Ghifar's attention. "So this way.pas want to buy vegetables, I remember very well locking the door of the house. But when I got home, the door was wide open. Then as I entered, I found the man." Mutia's black bead glanced at Ghifar who was glaring at him. "He stood in front of the television. I thought he was gonna steal that television. So. in panic, I hit him."

"Wow..." Azril exclaimed in astonishment. "Your punch is great too, so it can make Ghifar faint and bang like this."

"Ask what he hit me with." Ghifar interrupts cynically.

Lamia and Azril looked at Mutia in silence, waiting for the pregnant woman's answer who was now rubbing one arm while smiling awkwardly.

"De-with baseball bats."

"Astagfirullah," Lamia touched her chest, as Azril let out a crisp laugh.

Looking at Lamia's wide-eyed eyes, Mutia felt guilty as well as worried. He looked down, trying to hide his face.

"Teh," Mutia managed to attract attention. "Really, I didn't mean to make him seriously injured and get him to the hospital. Please, Tea, don't fire me."

Returning to the incident an hour ago, after the man who called his name lost consciousness, RT sir with his wife and some residents of the complex entered Lamia's house to help Mutia, who was in the process, but they found a tall young man with a beautiful face lying on the floor unconscious.

For fear of bad things happening to the man, they immediately took him to the hospital and Mutia waited until — man who was none other than Ghifar— got his consciousness. Then when he realized, Ghifar immediately asked the nurse to contact Lamia.

"It's okay, Mutia. It's just an accident. You are only doing your responsibility to guard our house." said Lamia, making Mutia sigh in relief.

"But the accident left me with a concussion, Teh." - Ghifar, I couldn't accept Lamia passing Mutia away.

"Line and bold print the word 'light', Ghi." Azril chirped.

"That's because I was immediately taken to the hospital. Otherwise, maybe now I just stay the name."

Lamia rolled her eyes, then hit Ghifar's arm, reprimanded her brother who spoke loudly, to reveal neck veins. While the frightened Mutia heard the high-pitched voice that Ghifar let out, reflexes took a step back while hugging his distended stomach.

"Ghifar, you scared Mutia." Lamia glanced at Mutia who now looked pale.

"And he gave me a concussion." Ghifar burst out fiery.

"Ghi, it's your fault anyway." Azril immediately got a sharp look from Ghifar.

"My fault?"

"Yes, wrong. You shouldn't have just come in."

"Do I have permission to enter my own house while I have a spare key? I usually go in."

"The problem is that there is now Mutia who works for us and she has never met you, so Mutia doesn't know that you're my sister, not a thief." this time Lamia makes a sound.

Oh. so it turns out she's her sister Teh Lamia. Inner Mutia, who was still faithfully listening in silence.

"Why did you corner me? I got hit, I got in the hospital, I got blamed. Anyways, where there's a handsome-looking thief like me and comes in blatantly through the door, then leaves the door wide open. That's the only woman who doesn't have a brain."

"Dark, A'..." Mutia doesn't take it, she has no brain. But he did not finish his speech, Ghifar had already made a sound.

"I am the sister of your master, so call me young master!"

Mutia gawking. Crazy fucking respect! "All right, young master. As you wish." he said in a mocking tone.

"And what did you say? A handsome face can't be a thief? Have you not read the news lately. There are thefts that use their beautiful faces to trick the victim, while his partner is busy looting valuables. Today's thieves also do not hesitate to steal openly, some even deliberately show their faces and identities on CCTV cameras while doing theft."

Ghifar gaped as he heard Mutia speak quickly and without a semicolon, as Lamia and Azril were cracking up. It was good to see Ghifar who was at a loss for words facing the invasion of Mutia's sentence.

"Oh my God" he murmured, then turned to Lamia. "Why is a woman like this in our house, Tea?"

"Oh, yes. I forgot to introduce you." Lamia waved her hand, asking Mutia to come closer. Mutia obediently approached Lamia, standing beside her master. "He's a new worker in our house, replacing Mak Jum. Her name is Mutia Haruka." Lamia turned a glance at Mutia, then touched her sister's arm. "This man is my sister, Mutia, not a thief." there was an amused lightning in Lamia's black bead.

"His name is Ghifari Ardhan. I told you once that I live with my husband and sister. Now Ghifar is a first officer or better known as a co-pilot. He again pursued the target to become captain, so he rarely went home. At least once in three months."

Mutia nodded slowly, then directed her attention at Ghifar. Upon discovering that the man was looking at him fixedly with various feelings, Mutia immediately bowed her head.