
Nayla continued to run as hard as she could to avoid the pursuit of her husband, she continued to run without direction until tears broke. In his mind only knew to run and run as far as possible, but he ran on the wrong road, he ran up to the middle of the highway
"Braaa... akkkk....!!!!"
the sound of the car hit him with a fairly fast speed, the driver of the car did not have time to control the wheel until it made Nayla quite severe. Nayla fainted and got wounds and blood on the head of her knees, forehead and arm, her body was covered with blood and made patches on the road.
At that time a lot of people were panicking and running to take him to the nearest hospital, fortunately the person who hit him was willing to take responsibility for it
Her name is Leonore Gionia the same age as her husband, has a handsome face, has all the criteria of the dream of women, who is none other than the person who hit Nayla, she has a mixed blood from Korea and Japan. Leon Gionia and some of the people who rescued Nayla took her directly to a nearby hospital.
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4 Hours Later....
Nayla's fingers began to move, making the man immediately move from the sofa he was sitting on in panic. Nayla began to blink her eyes adjusted to the light in the room, touching the dizzy and very sick part of her.
" where am I, this place." he murmured inwardly as he turned toward Leon with the grill still blurred. "Rey.., you are that" he just pursed his lips
"Hey.....? are you okay" Leon said in a panicked voice and saw Nayla still pinching her forehead, and Nayla just shook her head, every question asked by Leon only he answers by shaking his head
"(feeling awkward) If your family is now where....?? " he asked Nayla, but Nayla just shook her head
"Yes if you don't want to say no problem, but if you want to say you can just tell me right away, now you just rest" he said, "oh yes, introduce my name Leonore Gionia, please, just call me Leon "his ideal sticking out his palm to Nayla
"I'm Nayla.
While it's late, Rey is still searching for Nayla, aided by Allo's uncle and others, and asks her friend Daniel, Gabriel, to report Nayla missing to the local police. Rey is so worried about Nayla who can not be contacted because Nayla accidentally asked Leon to turn off the power of his cellphone. Rey did not tell his wife's close friends let alone her family at home so as not to feel anxious.
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Nayla has been in this hospital for 3 days without being known by her husband thanks to the influence of Leonore Gionia who is able to suppress the existence of Nayla here because Rey and others do not know it. Every day Leon is the one who always takes care of Nayla and takes care of her needs so far, not infrequently also he asks why he wanted to hide like this he seems to feel that he has started to like Nayla.
"Nayla... You're recovering, aren't you? then where are you going home...?" ask Leon
"home..... "
"Come away.." she replied softly.
"I.... "
"I can't" he answered
"Why...? " ask Leon
"because of me. " answered Nayla.
"Yes, why." said Leon.
"I'm married." she replied feeling claustrophobic as she recalled the incident.
"I already know, your husband's name is Reyvan Alexsandra, son of Halley Alexandra and Adriana Meriem, but both of his parents died when your husband was 15 years old, so he was taken care of by his grandfather who owned a well-known company in the country where you live now" he said very smoothly like a person who had memorized for hours for it.
"You know where you are" asked Nayla in surprise.
"sorry because I was presumptuous, actually I can tell because I investigated his identity because Rey kept trying to block my influence in this hospital" Leon said with a serious face, "so I investigated his background with great difficulty and I also found out that he already had a wife that is you" he said with great disappointment but he hid it behind his handsome smile. at that time Nayla was very surprised to hear his words, because Rey must have been very privatizing her and her family's data to be unknown to outsiders but she was amazed when Leon could find out everything smoothly.
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