ANELIC

ANELIC
Chapter 26



Sekar make sure there is not a single strand of hair attached to the white. It should not be a careless doctor to the point of not paying attention to such a thing. I want to get coffee in the hospital pantry. Just as he closed the door, the burly man swung a long step towards him. He brought a flower arrangement with snacks for his future wife. Abbas smiled broadly to prepare to meet Sekar.


Sekar, who had lashed two days ago, was reluctant to welcome Abbas. He hurried into his room again. Forgetting coffee in the pantry. He stood in front of a long mirror near his desk.


Abbas kept knocking on the door, even though he had seen Sekar. Abbas is a manly man.


"Ehem. What are you doing Doc?" sapa Abbas realized Sekar was still crumbling.


Abbas placed his bouquet of flowers and their innate snacks on Sekar's desk.


"I deliberately asked your permission to stop by here directly. Please appreciate my efforts," he said while tidying up the snack order.


He looked up, looking at Abbas annoyed.


"Hobby for breaking promises. Look it's Monday, not the weekend." He picked up a bouquet of flowers and then felt the smell. Instantly his face changed.


Abbas chose to sit on the sofa where Sekar received guests other than patients.


"I know, for that I gave my monday love letter. Great, am I?"


Now losing when Abbas' smile. The Arab man is good at taking his heart.


"Basic!" Fucking punch Abbas in the arm.


"duh. Galaknya ma'am my doctor," said Abbas again teasing Sekar.


"What the hell is that!"


He was struggling with Abbas. Her longing prompted her to kiss her future husband. Abbas, get out of the way.


"Come a little" asked Sekar, aware Abbas rejected his offer.


I am used to that kind of rejection. His heart was immune because his love for Abbas was greater.


"No. Staying married is much more fun." Abbas replied still making distance on Sekar.


"When's wedding? Kan, you keep the procrastination?" cecar Sekar with a annoyed tone.


"Yes, just a little more. Patience is waiting for Daisha to recover completely. You said he'd already shown much better healing."


"Daisha again Daisha again. Bummer!" He tried to take back Abbas' body. He really wanted to hold his fiancee.


"Not in the office. I don't want your reputation to go down."


Abbas again avoided. His professional business is his champion.


"Care what reputation equals. I'm dry yang if gini keeps." Just give up. He threw his arms in the air.


"No, to me you're still beautiful and fresh." Abbas gently rubbed his head.


Just go back.


Rajasa knocks on the door, carrying Sekar's two shopping bags.


Geck. Geck. Geck.


"Come in! It's unlocked."


Rajasa turned the door knob. He nodded, greeting Abbas and Sekar.


"You know Sekar's office, since when?" asked Abbas in wonder.


Sekar saw Rajasa at a glance then said, "Yes since he gave me I ran out of Mr. Rajendra Yang's house."


"Aren't you in front of the hospital?" abbas asked again, looking at Sekar.


"No Bas. Yesterday was just between until the front, this happened to be Sekar's belongings left behind in my trunk. So I came to take him" Rajasa said, still standing by the door.


"Sit down first. Put it there," said Sekar pointing to the chair in front of them.


Rajasa follows Sekar's instructions. Sit in a chair next to a shopping bag.


"Have you come home from the bus?" Rajasa remembers Abbas leaving with Rajendra.


"Just got home. Live nyamperin big mistress. Again lash him," Abbas shut his mouth a little. Whisper to Rajasa.


"Flame! start it!" Sekar's eyes glared back. Abbas and Rajasa knitted their foreheads.


"How's Anelis doing? Has there been any progress yet on your relationship?" abbas asked in light of Rajasa's email.


I stared hard at Rajasa. Just a few days ago she said single. Why is there a connection? think Sekar.


"Who's Anelis? What relationship?" He provoked his ignorance through Abbas.


"His wife. They've had problems for a long time. He told me in an email, I tried to continue the consultation session to avoid him" Abbas replied pointing to Rajasa.


"Ah. Don't talk about it I'm ashamed to remember it." Rajasa scratched his head.


"Having that problem isn't embarrassing. You can tell us or any other psychologist you trust" Abbas told Rajasa.


Abbas replied that he also returned an awkward smile to Rajasa.


"If you're with me, you can continue your case with Sekar. Later I will give you the draft of Yang's email," said Abbas again staring at Sekar.


"Ready Boss!" answer Sekar doggal.


"Gosh, it's noon. I went back home, haven't had a shower of stinky vegetables. Rajasa, stay here continue for consultation. I go first Yang," he told his future wife.


Abbas just rubbed Sekar's arm then moved without friendly speech as expected. Mata Sekar followed Abbas, he even forgot to discuss the matter of his wedding dress. Always has been, Mr. Rajendra's family is number one. Not taking a shower is just an excuse, explained Abbas saying goodbye after opening his phone.


"I'll get you some coffee in Sa's pantry. Wait a moment yes," said Sekar about to stand leaving Rajasa.


"No need. You go back to the work desk. I just happened to have signed up for today's consultation session with you,"


After leaving Rajasa, he is forced to welcome his patients.


"Please sit down." Sekar asks Rajasa to switch to the front seat of his desk.


"How does Doc feel?" tanya Rajasa started the session as a patient.


"the taste? Mean you?" I don't understand Rajasa's question.


"It feels like having a cold partner." Rajasa hung his sentence for a moment. "Tired right? When we have such a couple. We're busy loving our partner with his world." Rajasa's sentence rained down on Sekar's chest. Rajasa observed what Sekar experienced earlier. "Isn't that exhausting Doctor Ma'am? That's my problem. My partner can't even do all kinds of physical touch, even though we've been married a long time." Rajasa plays back his story with Anelis.


The problem is clearly long gone. It is only Rajasa's wits to say much to Sekar.


"Actually I'm starting to get desperate plus my mom wants to have a grandchild soon. Honey, he died before he got it. I tried many times to take her on a honeymoon. My wife still can't. I'm actually depressed over all of that. And I'm almost crazy" Sekar patiently heard Rajasa's story. He let Rajasa uncover everything first. "But amid my frustration I found a little new world that might save me. It was in Singapore. I met a sweet woman who didn't even greet me first and underestimated me. At first I hated it, after an interval of time I met again and became more and more convinced that the woman would be my world" Rajasa said.


"So soon, you mean you're having an affair with your partner, for that reason?" sergeant Sekar.


"No. I haven't even started yet, because that woman already has a future husband. Mom Doctor, don't you remember me?" Rajasa looked at Sekar's eyes sharply. He increasingly wants to be in a relationship with a woman in a white coat in front of him.


"Residence of Mr. Rajendra, Singapore. R-jasa.com Mom." said Rajasa hoping Sekar really remembers.


He turned the memory of his head. Singapore? Rajendra sir? It means a secret task that is disappointing.


"Dim mas?" I started to remember one name.


"Yes. He's my friend, and I'm Rajasa the owner of that company." Rajasa left his formal style.


Sekar closed his mouth dumbfounded. Didn't expect the man who got a raw bogem to piss himself off at Abbas was Rajasa.


"Gee. Haha. The world is very narrow Sa," he said, punching Rajasa in the arm.


"Oh, it hurts! You don't deserve to be a rude woman." said Rajasa.


"sorry. Excuse me. I can't believe it, "Such a smile on Rajasa.


Rajasa's heart is growing more and more flowery. One step approach to Sekar succeeds.


"I have something for you." Rajasa turns to Sekar's shopping bag, taking the gift he has prepared.


"Homonegic old album I kept myself. I know you like that, so I give you one, "Rajasa put the album next to Abbas's snack.


Just take it, can't believe it's an album he's been craving for a long time.


"Oh May God's. Thanks Sa, I'm happy at all with the song for you in my world. Yes, even though you can now use the application on hp still have a collection of favorite band albums remains fun" explained Sekar.


"Yes very right. I'm also happy to meet people on a frequency with me. Wink at it." Rajasa seduces Sekar.


Sekar was still amazed by the album, he read every title covered.


"Listen to other songs on the album as well. I'm sure you'll be better at making decisions,"


Rajasa's words echoed in the ceiling.


"meaning?"


"Picking with people who have the same frequency as you is much better. Instead of having to constantly finish without a definite reply. I used to do it, and it was all for nothing."


Sekar increasingly does not understand the words of Rajasa. But his association with the homogeneous album made Rajasa's speech need to be digested as well.


"I am Sekar's wife, but I am no worse than Abbas. Make sure you hear for you my world. If you want to continue this meeting the next day, that song I'll dedicate specifically to you. I want to save my life by changing my world,"


Rajasa tries to seduce Sekar again.


"If you want to continue, call me. And I will come more often for consultation sessions." concluded Rajasa as well as say goodbye from the Sekar workspace.


Sekar let Rajasa just walk away. Warah and do not believe what Rajasa made just now. Between the ridiculous, confused was also shocked.


Rajasa perfectly lays it bare with words. Rajasa shows all the things he feels and chooses to hold it so far become more and more real. About Abbas who doesn't seem to love him. Abbas has always had his own world. Moreover, Abbas has just ignored his every wish. Holding on for so long, delaying marriage until breaking promises many times. All for the sake of others who are clearly more valuable to Abbas. He is not the top priority.


Sekar gamang, his stance faltered. He realized it all, and what Rajasa said was true. But, obviously Rajasa said he was married.


Doesn't it matter?


Rajasa managed to make the doctor who is no longer young, thinking about many things.