The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Gunfire

"Sir, she's gonna live, right? He's not gonna die this fast, is he? D-he promised, he said he would make me fall in love with him. He promised he said ...."

Naya can no longer say the word. His self-resilience collapsed as Mala hugged. She finally cried with so many tears.

He hates Mike and always curses the guy. However, when he saw Mike covered in blood on his lap, he became afraid. Suddenly afraid of loss. Suddenly afraid that Mike would not bother him again. Suddenly he was afraid of being alone again. Really, he doesn't want to.

"I want him alive, Ma'am. I don't want him to leave me and our son. I'm ...."

"Calm Miss. I'm sure Young Master Mike is fine. She's powerful. He is tough" said Mala who also sounded vibrating voice.

They hugged each other, strengthened each other. For Naya, somehow the feeling is not good. He saw clearly Mike's eyes shortly after being shot. The cruel man shed tears, then touched his hand to Naya's cheek.

Ah ... considering that Naya returned as much as she pleased. Really, he didn't want to lose Mike.

The indicator light near the operating room door that had been lit suddenly went out. Everyone is approaching, especially Jordan. He came closer to Bian.

"How's Young Master Mike doing?" ask Jordan.

Bian bowed lethargic. He opened the mask and his glasses. He saw Naya who was also walking towards him. The woman in the bride's dress with many red stains was limped and looked at her with an elusive look in her eyes. There is sadness, there is hope and there is fear there.

"How is he doing? He's fine, isn't he?" ask Naya. Her tears are dripping.

"I'm sorry, we can't save patients. The bullet hit the heart. So with great regret, the patient by the name of Mike Felix Abraham we pronounced dead" Bian said. After that, he also shed tears.

Silence, everything was squeezing and sitting on the floor. Except Naya. He stood there, broke into the operating room. There, on the operating table Mike was stiffened with a white cloth covering his entire body.

"Mike, wake! Please don't joke. Please awake! You said you wanted to force me. You said you'd take care of me. You said you wanted me to change you into a good human being. C'mon Mike. No kidding. It's not funny."

Silent. A desperate Naya shakes Mike's body again. "Wake Mike. Don't die. What about our son? What about our future? How about ...."

"Aragh!"

Naya can't continue the word. He slumped to the floor holding his stomach. Pain, cramps. It feels like stomach organs are squeezed. The pain reaches the bone.

''Non, Miss Naya why?"

****

By himself? Yes, because the fetus it contains also goes away. It seems like he wants to accompany his father.

"Jenita, please take care of the store for a moment, okay? I want to go out?"

Jenita nodded in understanding. He who was attaching clothes to the mannequin said politely.

"And one more thing, if there's Jordan you know what to say?"

"Defuse her politely" Jenita said.

Naya smiled, she touched Jenita's shoulder. "If so please take care of the store for a moment. I have business."

The teenage girl Naya called Jenita nodded. Not only that, he also opened the door for Naya to leave. From behind Jenita could conclude. If the salary owner is not okay and always looks like that every day.

Now Naya arrived in a room bounded by transparent glass that had several holes there. In front of him had sat an old woman, wrinkles and gray hair almost covering her head.

"Why did you come here?" asked the woman who was none other than Laura. Sounded haughty despite being wrapped in orange-colored clothes her pride did not allow her to be polite to Naya. Pride is inexhaustible even though it has long been languishing in prison.

"I just want to see if you're alive?'' reply Naya. He who wears a long canal is strung.

"What's in it for you? Just wasting time. Go away, never come again" said Laura. He got up from the chair but stopped again when Naya called him.

"Is it hard for you to apologize?" naya. He growls. As much as possible refrain from emotions.

Laura turned herself. He grinned and then screeched. "Why apologize to the offspring of the evil woman. He's made me suffer for a lifetime. And I'm sure you're the same. So we're breakeven now. Enjoy your own life. Don't ever come back. Because I'm sure your life is sad, too. So don't be a generous ass. Don't be so good-ass. Because of me, I'm Laura I'll never apologize to anyone who has hurt me. Remember it's fine."

Really am. Naya is speechless. Heart hurts. Laura's words are true. He was lonely, suffering and not okay.

Surrender. Naya finally ran towards the bathroom. There, under the sink he poured everything out. He crouched down while holding his knees. Tears were hard for him to bear this time.

"Calm down. Calm. I'm doing fine. I'm doing fine. I'm fine."