Twins A And Miss Cheriwis

Chapters. 420

Zia saw Jimi's suspicious movements, as the man's hand continued to reach towards the gunny sack the man was carrying. Sure enough the girl's guess, if Jimi really wanted to take out a sharp object and point it towards Abash.

Zia does not have time to give the code to Abash, until the girl chooses to push Abash's body away from Jimi. But unfortunately, Zia's legs even tripped pebbles and made him fall in Abash's arms. When Zia fell in Abash's arms, the man immediately turned Zia's body, to avoid a knife stab directed by Jimi. But unfortunately Abash's movement lost quickly to Jimi, making the knife in the man's hand stuck in Zia's waist.

If only Abash hadn't twisted Zia's body a little. Maybe the wound obtained by the girl will be very fatal and hit the organs in her body.

"Sir, please don't call papa, will you?" please Zia to the Princess.

Be late.

The Princess did not contact Papa Satria and Mama Nayna, but Arash had already contacted her in-laws first, if Zia was admitted to the hospital due to an accident.

Yeah, Arash just said that Zia had an accident.

"But why?" ask the Princess with a shriveled forehead.

"I don't want Mama and Papa to worry, Ma'am. After all, it's my fault that I didn't go straight back to Bandung to meet them. I prefer to see you first, Ma'am," Zia said by pleading with her sister.

"You're an adult, Zia. In the past, if there was a slight wound, you must have immediately sought the attention of everyone. But right now, you don't want to make everyone worry." The princess wiped her tears and smiled at her sister.

"Promise yes, Ma'am, not to call papa and mama" pinta Zia again.

"Alright, but Mbak still have to tell this news to Bara," said Putri.

"But, Sister---"

"Nothing but. Bara should know your condition now, Dek."

"Bak, Mas Bara a lot of work. I don't want to disturb the concentration of his work, Ma'am."

"Well then, you just have to choose. Want to call Bara or Papa?" said the Princess gave a choice to the sister.

Yes, at least Zia needs someone who can accompany her in the hospital. Actually the Princess was very eager to accompany Zia in the hospital. However, readers know for themselves right how the current condition of the Princess? After all, Arash would probably give her permission to stay in the hospital.

"Hmm, alright, I have no other choice," Zia said with her lips pursed forward.

"Bara's? Or Papa?" ask the Princess again.

"The Bara."

At the same time, Papa Satria and Mama Nayna entered the action room.

"Dear." Mama Nayna immediately ran over to the youngest.

Zia frowned and looked at the sister. The princess slicked her shoulders softly, as if saying it wasn't her who called Mama Nayna and Papa Satria.

"Aren't you papa, honey?" mama asked Nayna with eyes that were already very wet.

"Yes, Zia doesn't papa, Ma." Zia held her arms with her mother. "Where do you know if Zia's in the hospital?" tanyanya was curious.

"So Arash called. It just so happened that Papa and Mama were in Jakarta today" replied Mama Nayna. "Partially, you're back in Jakarta, don't tell me, do you?" mama Nayna's.

"Sorry, Ma. Zia just wanted to give a special surprise for the Princess Ma'am," said Zia while pulling the hand of the mother and hugging her.

Mama Nayna sighed softly. "of course. But next time don't repeat, will you?" said Mama Nayna who is possessed by Zia.

Papa Satria approached the princess and gave a warm kiss at the head of Zia.

"Papa and Mama love you, Zia" whispered Papa Satria who made Zia feel guilty.

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"So, tonight you can't meet that person, dong?" princess Goda.

"No papa, Ma'am. It's not important times either."

"Make it less important?" ask the Princess to make sure.

"Yes, Mother. It doesn't matter."

Zia smiled, trying to get her brother to believe all of her words.  Yes, even if what Zia said was true. If his meeting with someone tonight wasn't too important. Just an old friend who wants to let go of longing. But, since Zia was not present, perhaps she would be said to be the one who had reneged on her promise.

Arash went into Zia's room, behind the man was Abash and Sifa. Yes, the girl had already been moved to her own more comfortable living room.

"How are you, Zia?" abash asked worriedly and also thanked him.

"Good, Mas. I'm not papa."

"Thank God" Abash said softly. "Next time don't do that, Zia. That's very dangerous" said Abash.

"Actually I just wanted to push Mas' body away from the man. Eh, even my feet are tripping over rocks," Zia chuckled.

"Whatever the reason, you don't do it again."

Yes, Abash and Arash had seen the footage when Jimi wanted to stick a knife in Abash's direction. At that moment Zia was seen running until her legs tripped and made her body fall into Abash's arms. At first Arash had thought, if Zia deliberately wanted to hug Abash to save the man. Arash guesses that Zia has a heart for Abash, as he has seen Zia and Abash together several times.

From the way Zia looked Abash in the eyes, anyone could have guessed if the girl liked the man. In fact, even a little Zia has no sense towards Abash. Only, Abash's line of eyes made Zia think of someone who had given her a handkerchief. For this reason, when with Abash, Zia always looked into the eyes of the man.

Once Zia tried to look Arash in the eye, but the girl did not get the shady line of sight she had seen before. Feeling that Abash and Arash are not the owners of the handkerchief, Zia invites someone to investigate who the owner of the handkerchief with special carvings.

Zia looked for the man because she wanted to return the handkerchief. And also, wanting to put an end to his curiosity of who the handkerchief owner was.

"But Zia, I also want to thank you, for saving me" Abash said earnestly.

"Yes, Mas. Not a big deal, really," Zia replied.

"Oh yes, this fell in my car," Abash said as he gave some of Zia's stuff in the bag and fell into his car. Including the handkerchief that Zia had kept all this time.

Zia picked up the paper bag given by Abash, then the girl checked the contents inside.

The first thing Zia took out was a handkerchief with special carvings on the sides. Seeing Abash's seemingly ordinary expression, the girl guessed that Abash was not the owner of the handkerchief. Zia smiled slightly, the girl also kept the handkerchief in her hand back into the bag.

Without Zia noticing, if now Arash has been staring at the girl sharply.

"I have to take that handkerchief and throw it away," Arash's inner self.