Unanimous

WIYA IS SICK

Zayn frantically lifts Wiya's body towards the sofa in the floor lobby, calls Rifa and asks to have the car ready. Then Zayn carried Wiya's body as if he was not lifting something heavy. He passes a special elevator that connects directly to the ground floor of the parking lot, taking Wiya to the hospital. Rifa also went along with them.

Arriving at one of the government-owned Hospitals, Wiya was immediately handled by a guard doctor at IGD. After several examinations and blood samples were taken, Wiya who had not been conscious was transferred to the VVIP hospital room. An exclusive room that is almost as luxurious as the president suite in the hotel. The doctor explained from the initial examination that nothing serious Wiya will soon be awake.

Rifa had already returned to the company after contacting Wiya's family who were still outside the city. Zayn himself who was in the hospital accompanied Wiya patiently. After performing the prayer Ashar Zayn sitting on the chair next to the patient's bed, he looked at the pity of the sweet face of the girl whose hands were now attached to the infusion tube, he said, far away his mind reached the possibility to unconscious Zayn was also stopped by fatigue to fall asleep with a sitting position and his head leaning on the bed.

　

Not too long after Zayn fell asleep, Wiya began to blink his eyes adjusting to the light bias coming in from the ventilation window of his nursery.  He stared around so long that he realized he was in the hospital. It was almost dusk, when he saw the number on the wall clock whose exact needle was five o'clock.

And his gaze stopped on the one who fell asleep sitting next to him. Wiya can see the handsome face even though the position is lying face down. Wiya smiled a little, her little heart was happy even though she was sick. It's kind of crazy, he really craves the good looks of his boss's face.

He began to remember the moment he fell right in front of Zayn. Once again the universe asked him to joke with coincidences that always played with his feelings. Wiya is starting to dislike.

He slowly pulled out a hand that had been under Zayn's head. Zayn was so shocked and instantly came to his senses from his sleep.

“Qawiya? You awake yet? Do you need anything? Let me get you“

Zayn asked in a row with a tired face and sleeping marks. His tie is no longer hanging on the work shirt whose buttons he has removed the two above.

Wiya shook her head.

“You've prayed ashar?" Tanya Wiya recalled that it was already 5pm.

“I already, do you want me to help berwudhu?”

“No, I'm in a period”nZayn nodded as if already understood.

“What's still dizzy? Which part still hurts?"

“It wasn't as painful as it was, sorry for making it so hard for you to bring me here”

“What are you talking about? You were sick during work hours and fell right in front of me. Does Inspiration not watch you work so I can report you doing all the work at one time even that is not your job?“

Okay, so just on the basis of professionalism, note that Wiya!

POV Qawiya

I'm speechless. If Zayn knew I was doing all that as an attempt to kill the taste that grew too fertile in my heart. I don't know exactly when and where it started. One week at home alone turned out to be vulnerable to my current heart condition.

Solitude has nurtured the seeds of hope day after day. Mitty's gone, nowhere is there a release of grief. I'm the woman who can control feelings the most, but why is it only because of Zayn Dwika Haris, this fragile heart is so spoiled and unaccustomed to itself.

Inspiration prevents me from doing everything, but she can't do anything because I do everything at home at night. I'm really looking for an escape so the shadow about expecting Zayn is gone soon. Falling in love with Zayn made me sick. I was hurt, especially when Zayn didn't notice it at all.

Zayn once avoided me for fear that I would get distracted. And now there's Brigitta by his side. Although I don't know what their relationship looks like, but I'm self-conscious enough to compete with a girl as perfect as her "Bee.

I always tried to stop indulging my own feelings in order to appreciate Brigitta's whereabouts, but Zayn was always kind and did not avoid me so far. Today, when my family hadn't arrived, he took me and kept me in the hospital. To the point of exhaustion and falling asleep by hugging one of my hands. Because I was sick during work hours and right in front of him? Let me judge it and I think it's too much to be an excuse.

POV Author

Their brief chatter was interrupted by the knock on the door of two nurses and one doctor who was going to visit the room. The doctor introduced himself to Zayn and Qawiya and asked a few questions.

“Good afternoon Miss, are you awake? Introduce me doctor Ivan, Oncologist” specialist

The deg! Why oncology specialists?

“How are you doing now? How do you feel?”

“It's not as painful as it was, but my neck.”  Wiya pointed at the part of her throat

“It feels like choking something and faltering when swallowing dok” complains Wiya while making a swallowing movement.

Doctor Ivan smiled as if the files he read were in accordance with the complaints of his patients.

“Sorry Sir, with whom I can explain it. What is his family father?”

“I Lead him, he's my employee. His family is not in the city, doctor. You can explain it to me”

What kind of employee can be treated this preferentially? - The coco side of the heart of Doctor Ivan.

　

Doctor Ivan explained in detail the results of laboratory examinations and ultrasonography in his hands that showed positive results that Wiya experiencing thyroid hormone disorders caused by the thyroid gland that can not produce hormones in sufficient quantities for wiya body. Plus the mind and body that is too forced to work and think about many things, Wiya experienced fatigue, a weakened heart rate and there was a slight lump in the neck.

“While you should take this medicine regularly” Shows one small plastic medicine “ Next week miss Wiya should return to the hospital for further monitoring. Don't miss it, because most cases of hypothyroidism are chronic. Hopefully Miss Wiya doesn't have to take medicine for life!”

Wiya gulped heavily listening to the doctor's explanation carefully and vividly remembered inside her mind as if she had just gotten a lecture with the material she had just gotten her first time. Apparently this is the reason why the oncologist who did visitase to his room.

　

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So this hypothyroid is not the same as mumps. This includes one of the hormonal disorders associated with the body's immunity. Please ask Oom Gugel each.