The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Gossip

"Why?" ken asked as Naya watched without blinking.

"Sir Ken, can you take me to the hospital?"

"Why? Is something wrong? Is your father ...."

"He's conscious" Naya cut.

Again, Ken was astonished. If Burhan realizes that Naya shouldn't be happy. Why is his face ordinary?

Ken drives a car at high speed. Rather than Naya, she is impatient to meet Burhan. A good man he considers to be his own father. Really, Ken's smile was engraved without Naya even having a second look.

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Naya gawking. He looked unblinkingly at the grizzled man who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Burhan, the father was aware, but unfortunately has abnormalities and decreased brain function. Burhan can't move, can't talk. Only the eyes can blink.

Hearing the doctor's statement made Naya shut up. Totals. He doesn't know what to do. Should be happy when dad is biologically conscious? Or is it sad because that person can't do anything?

I don't know, Naya's confused. Who obviously wants to be sad or happy he can not feel both, because they are not that close. Naya feels Burhan is still a stranger.

"Alright, Doc. I leave everything the same Doctor. If there's anything please call me" Naya said, extending a hand.

The doctors and nurses there were astonished. How not, there is absolutely no expression that can be caught.

The doctor welcomed Naya's hand. He also escorts Naya and Ken to the door.

"Naya, I'm coming home, okay?" said Ken while aligning himself with Naya.

"Why?" ask Naya. He got out of the car.

"The man deflated" said Ken. He looks riled up. "I take a taxi?"

Naya shook her head slowly, then said, "No need Brother. I can do it myself. I'm not feeling well anymore. Go straight home."

"But ...."

"I can really be alone. Brother Ken should not be tired either. I'm leaving, yeah."

Ken can't say anymore. She still misses Naya. Want to talk and so on. But ... the girl was lost from sight.

Ken breathed a frustrated sigh. He rogoh pants pocket—takes mobile—and attaches that flat object to the ear. "Sean, your car's tires are deflated. Everything."

After Naya died, the doctor began to check on Burhan again. After he finished he ordered the two assistants to return to escort Burhan to the room.

"Eh eh ... It's a girl right if not wrong that ever viral right? The one whose husband was shot the night of the reception" one assistant whispered.

Assistant two nodded. "Yes, I thought so too. But his face was so, yes. Do you look like a psychopath? How about nyeremin?"

"Ho oh's. But by the way her husband really died, didn't he? The viral one was in the shooting. The incident was recorded by CCTV and spread. Even though it's been removed I've been watching how that girl cry. Now, how come there's no expression? Is it possible trauma?"

"Maybe too. And about her husband I don't know either. There is no news at all. There is no information about funerals or going out of the country. And one more thing, the doctor who used to operate also stopped. The director of the hospital also closed it. I'm being suuzon."

"Ish you. Her husband is no ordinary man. Yes how can we know. Never mind. We'll get this guy fast."

The debate between the two assistants had succeeded in making Burhan's tears shed. Unfortunately he could not say nor could he move.