Tomboy Girl's

CHAPTER 53

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It had been two weeks since Mikayla was admitted to the hospital after she regained consciousness, and today on Thursday she was allowed to go home.

"You can walk by yourself?" ask Pratama.

Mikayla smiled looking at Pratama. "Yes" he answered trying as gently as possible.

The smiling pratama understands his daughter.

"I'm your papa, time is called om anyway."

Mikayla smiled clumsily, scratching her non-itchy nape. A few moments of silence with a quite awkward atmosphere, until the voice of Septian resuscitated them from his daydream.

"Septian help ya Om," said Septian took a bag containing Mikayla's dirty clothes. Yes Septian deliberately permission from the school just to deliver Mikayla home, even though Mikayla has forbidden it but Septian is still a stubborn Septian.

Pratama did not answer he just smiled letting his future daughter-in-law bring a bag belonging to Mikayla. Ah... Even he had dared to call Septian with the name of prospective daughter-in-law.

After waiting for a while the elevator finally opened, there were some people waiting outside the elevator or maybe not some but were able to make the three of them jostle to get out of the elevator.

Septian slightly held Mikayla tightly, not wanting the girl to feel pain from the tightness. After making it out of the elevator Mikayla stared at Septian, their gaze seemed to be locked until the sound of someone intruding on them.

"If you want to be alone at home, Papa has a meeting today" Pratama explained making the two humans smile clumsily.

Septian held his ear, while Mikayla looked down not daring to look at Septian or Pratam-pa why it felt like the atmosphere became award like this to make Mikayla embarrassed.

Pratama slightly grimaced a little, seeing the two people in front of him this was just silent.

"We're not going home?" he asked after staring at the clock on his left arm.

"Ja-so." answered Mikayla then immediately passed making the two men behind her follow in her footsteps.

Until they were in the parking lot of the Hospital, Mikayla quickly opened the car door and closed her eyes, her head throbbing slightly. While Septian he was putting a bag containing Mikayla's dirty clothes into the trunk of the car. After finishing quickly he got into the car not wanting to make Mikayla wait long.

"Your head hurts?" tanya Septian glanced at Mikayla at a glance.

Mikayla just nodded her head short, too lazy to talk or just open her eyes.

Septian raised his hand rubbing Mikayla's head gently, then rattled Mikayla's hair angrily making the master hiss.

Mikayla opened her eyes and tried to remove Septian's hand from her head, but Septian made her hair fall apart.

"Septian, my hair is broken!" his protest removed Septian's hand from his head.

Perhaps now that Septian is in shalalala mode, he starts holding one of Mikayla's hands. Grasping her tightly as if if she let go then Mikayla would leave.

Mikayla was clucking, trying to let go of Septian's hand. "For a while now deh." he said trying to release the grip of Septian hand but instead of releasing Septian even grasped it tighter.

"Septian!"

Septian did not answer trying to ignore Mikayla, he continued to focus on the road ahead. Mikayla who did not find a response only resigned to what Septian did, her head was too painful to fight against this creature like man who was beside her.

Mikayla closed her eyes trying to sleep her head slightly pulsating, probably because she had not taken the medicine.

After traveling within 20 minutes they finally reached the Abrisham family residence. Septian looked back at Mikayla who was still faithfully closing her eyes, Septian raised his hand and rubbed Mikayla's head gently.

Septian opened the car door to the passenger car door and carried Mikayla to her room.

Septian carefully carried Mikayla up the stairs.

"Well, non Mikayla kunaon eta mah?" asked the housekeeper who suddenly came making Septian a little jump but quickly he kept his balance so that Mikayla did not fall.

"Not anything bi, bi I can ask for help no?"

"Yes, it's den."

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