Don't despise my Shortcomings
Qila and Cyra the Poor

"Ooh.duh..duh would not take that medicine Mih. That's a real hook mamih," Naqi protested every time he took medicine, even though he had threatened with all the deadliest threats, but still he if asked to take medicine would whine more than a child.

"You really want to get well, no Naqi? If you don't want to recover at least you're ashamed of Cyra every time you take that medicine in his heart laughs mocked, what's not shy?" great-grandson mamih, a big test when having a child like Naqi who is afraid of the same hook. It is even possible that if his mother is not that same she will throw away her medicines and say she has taken them. Fortunately mamih patiently waited until his son actually took the drugs, although put his ear Naqi will throbbing pain due to the melodious singing of his beloved mamih.

This was Naqi's seventh day in her home care, but even if Naqi did not enter work, she would sit on the bed's dashboard every day to finish her work from home. And for two days Cyra had not come to visit Naqi. While Naqi's treatment was completely taken over by the great nyonyah. Cyra comes only to visit Mamih and Naqi for a while then he will return home. Cyra also has a little back to work in a career like before just not with Meta. Meta it's his job to take care of his company. While he works according to what his conscience is comfortable to do.

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"Oh my God, today's work is very tight, the body is in pain," Cyra fought on the mighty Qila sitting at the end of Sova.

"Ouch... Ra, sick tau. Some of the reason why the sit must mepet gini rich, already like a newlywed couple ajah pengepet pengepet continue," protested Qila while pushing the law Cyra with both hands so that Cyra shifted to the side. Long sova that even if placed in place fit up to five people when Cyra came as if to shrink so it had to sit together.

"Law...Ow... Can't shift it's got the glue mager's ass," elak Cyra while deliberately pushing his body as if he was going to crush Qila.

"Ra, I fall later," Qila's great-granddaughter held the sova side and her body was squeezed by Cyra's body, where their bodies were both small. Qila whose heart was not doing well also gave a smile. Because of her friend, it was as if Cyra knew that in her deepest heart Qila was crying, but she was good at hiding her sadness so that it was not visible at a glance.

"Fall just down the distance at least thirty inches and if you fall I mengejungel too," answered Cyra with his fad of displaying style when they fall right.

Qila chuckled but along with her laughter tears fell, making her cheeks feel warm by her own tears. Cyra is convinced that her best friend is not doing well. Qila is having a problem.

"La, what's wrong?" lirih Cyra, while Qila bowed her body and both palms of her hands were placed on her face. The girl who was born into such a family sobbed could no longer hide her sadness. His body was allowed to rest on his two thighs. Cyra stroked her best friend's back very gently, as if she was performing a power-transfer ritual for Qila.

Isakan Qila sounded very sad. What really happened to Qila? Either Cyra will also throw the same question when Qila has calmed down a little. Since Cyra knew Qila this was the first time she was this sad. Qila seemed to lose her identity, the cheerful and reserved girl had changed into a wounded girl.

Long enough Cyra silenced Qila, so that her feelings slightly improved, maybe after her tears fell, she said, his sadness will also melt with tears that fall on his cheeks as if making a swift stream of streams.

"I won't see Doctor Sam again" she explained in a hoarse voice and whispered the rest of her tears.

"What do you mean? Is doctor Sam dead?" cyra asked without looking at her question. What was in his brain he said directly. Qila, when she heard Cyra's question, shed her tears of sadness again. He imagined if the spell fared as Cyra said it must be very sad, more sad with what is happening to him now.

Cyra is increasingly confused by the situation of Qila, what really happened to the girl who was accused of still having a crush on him, why could this semelow? That's what Cyra had in mind. Worried, Cyra must be very worried about Qila. But it's very likely that Cyra didn't guess if Sam's doctor died. Given the last day they visited the handsome doctor, his condition was very severe. It even seemed to breathe as Sam was decapitated as if it was difficult to take the air that was swarming around him.

Qila hearing such a question became a little annoyed, Cyra was so heartless asking with that horror question. Just imagined it was very sad especially if it really happened? Oh there's no way the sky has really collapsed and overcame it. Qila tried to regulate his breathing so as not to grieve continuously. Her tears show how weak she is without Sam, and she promises to move on from Sam. Then why just heard news like this and questions from his best friend he was already very sad as if he really could not live without Sam.

Lagian Cyra also only asked questions that stuck in her, then what question Cyra had wrong? Not that because he was too shocked and his brain immediately turned to the first possibility. So Qila did not grieve anymore, because everything would be fine if he told a frank story, not half-and-half so as to make a strange speculation on Cyra.

After her sadness was controlled, Qila shook her head weakly.

"Then? Where is Sam? Or is she married to a partner who's been so fucked up with Sam?" 'but it was impossible for Sam with the severe injury and his female partner was also as severe as that his wound could quickly heal and carry out marriage' Qila's inner self brushed aside his guess.

Again, Qila shakes her head this time with a manyun lips and seems to be upset with Cyra who guessed horror-horror once exceeded his horror on Friday night.

"Keep dead don't want to be honest, later I fire," Cyra threatened with contrived tone as soon as possible.

Qila pulled her lips to hold her laughter. The boss this time was different, his style was already bold songong.

Well La, Cyra ngamook, you don't want to be honest either...