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Chapter 3 Similar faces

The hospital ...

The woman, now in the ER room to get treatment. Ervan sat down while waiting for the doctor to do his job. Meanwhile, Tirta was still trying to calm the boy, who was still crying for his mother. Tirta showed me the toy car he had just bought, holding.

“See,excuse!” rayu Tirta, but got no response from the boy. Instead, the sound of her crying grew deafening, making the hospital visitor stare at her

Ervan, who had just played her phone, began to be disturbed by the cry of the child. He looked up at Tirta who had resignedly let the boy cry in his arms.

“Tyrs. Tell him, shut up.”

“You want me to shut her mouth?” Tirta began to get annoyed, as Ervan only ruled without helping.

Ervan then took the boy from his secretary's embrace. Gently rub his back, while shaking his body, so that the child feels as if he is on a swing. Every now and then, Ervan lands a kiss and sticks his cheek. Ervan has no experience taking care of a child, but somehow her skills suddenly appear just like that. Gradually, the boy began to fall silent and buried his face in Ervan's neck.

“Is he asleep?” ervan asked in a whispering voice.

Tirta approached Ervan, checking with her eyes. Then, nod your head. Then, he sat back quietly. Ervan long enough maintained her position, carrying the child. He signaled to Tirta by kicking his leg.

“I'm cramps,” whispered Ervan.

“Which part?”

“My back and shoulders, feel like dislodging.”

Tirta got up, relaxed her fingers and started massaging Ervan's back and shoulders. He pressed hard enough, for Ervan to feel better. Without them noticing, the eyes of the nurses and hospital visitors were on the two of them. There was a smile among the people who noticed Tirta's behavior to look at Ervan like his wife.

“Pak Ervan?” call Dr. Alan.

Tirta finished her massage, then walked over to the doctor Alan who was none other than their good friend. “You don't have to call him, he's busy.”

Alan stared at Ervan who started walking out of the ER room. Feeling safe, he embraced Tirta's shoulder intimately, bringing his face closer to Tirta's ear, as if he was about to whisper something important.

“What does that woman have to do with Ervan?” Smilingly

“Your head contact.” Nabbed the head of Dr. Alan firmly.

“Auch, pain. You why? Are you jealous?” said Dr. Alan while rubbing his head.

“Jealous? You want to die, huh? He's just an employee. Why does your gossiping soul always relapse?”

There was the sound of ruckus, from the girls in white uniforms. The two turned their heads, staring with timid smiles. Tirta pulled Alan, to get away from the ER room.

“Why are so many women, in your place?”

“They are prospective doctors who are interns. Are you interested?” Alan Goda.

“Hah, stop. Tell me, what does that woman hurt?” Diverting conversations

“The woman simply fainted from exhaustion and also lack of nutrition. I've injected drugs in his infusion fluid, to get him to rest,” explains Alan who is back in professional mode.

“Ya, already, now you go!” expel Tirta.

Doctor Alan did not heed Tirta's words, he helped push the woman's gurney into the VVIP treatment room. Tirta had expected this, the soul of the gossip had already possessed Alan's mind. Upon arrival in the treatment room, Alan approached Ervan who was still accompanying the child to sleep on the sofa. He let the assistants and nurses do their job. Alan put on a face filled with suspicion and probing gazes, like a policeman about to interrogate a suspect.

“What's up?” ervan asked with a dislike look.

“You still don't want to be honest?” investigate the doctor Alan who had been staring at the face of Ervan and the child alternately.

“Honestly what? Actually, why are you?”

“Hey, you still want to lie. Look at this kid's face so much like yours!”

Ervan looked closely at the boy, as well as Tirta who suddenly approached after hearing Alan's words. All three, meticulously looked at the child's face. Ervan did not have time to see clearly the face of the child, as well as Tirta. They were just busy calming him down, as he was constantly crying. Alan began to describe one by one the two equations.

“See, nose and lips. Same with you, Ervan. Likewise, with his face,”obviously doctor Alan, followed by a nod of Ervan and Tirta's head.

“Note his eyeballs, exactly with you, even though he is sleeping.” Obviously Dr. Alan again, followed by a punch landing on his head.

“Finely, you shut up before the child wakes up and comes back to trouble me.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry.”

The nurses and physician assistants have completed their tasks. They approached Dr. Alan as if waiting for his next assignment. Alan's doctor arranged his hair order that was ruffled, due to Ervan who hit his head.

“I'll be back, after my working hours are done, okay?” doctor Alan said, then left the room with the ladies.

After, Alan's doctor leaves them, Ervan and Tirta change positions to look after the child. Ervan stood up and stretched her body, then walked to the patient's bed. He wanted to make sure the face of his employees, because from earlier had not been able to see it.

That pale face, fast asleep with an infusion needle stuck in his veins. Ervan noticed that the shape of his eyebrows was perfectly curved, aligning the shape of his eyes that were now closed with thick plump fur.

“Cantik,” he said watching his rancid lips, as if challenging him to get close. Ervan smiled for a moment, then sat back down beside Tirta.

“Tyrs. You already know his identity?”

“The name, Tamara Maharani and you just met her in the company. He works

as a cleaning service that cleans your room today.”

“Ooh .. does he not have a family? Tell your men to find out?”

Tirta did not reply, he reached into his pants pocket to retrieve his phone. He called someone and then cut off the phone. A second later, he again contacted someone, this time not his men, but drive ojol who had become his subscription to deliver food.

“Now, what should we do? Should we stay here?” tirta asked after putting the ponel in his pocket.

“Of course. This is my weapon, to avoid my meeting with the girl.”

“Good. It's up to you.”

Hygiene ...

Both of them were silent, Tirta closed her eyes, waiting for the ringing of her phone to ring. While Ervan, sat staring carefully at the child's face. Does this kid really look like him? Ask in the heart. Then, stroked her chubby cheeks, rubbed her eyebrows, and held her fingers.

“If he is still alive, maybe he has grown as big as you,” he murmured, then rose suddenly with an irregular heartbeat.

DEG, UH,

“No, not possible.” Walking towards the side of the bed, staring intently while draining his memory, ascertaining something in his memory.

No, you're not him!

Ervan sat back on the sofa drooping, rubbing her face roughly, and then dunked in both palms. Be silent for a moment with a heartbeat that begins to beat normally. He lifted his face, retracing the face of the boy, who did look exactly like him.

“Tirta,” call him, break the silence, “what is this kid so similar to me?”

“Iya. You guys look alike, I used to think Alan was ridiculous. But, after staring at the two of you, I guess you do have a resemblance, like father and son.”

“What? Try repeating again!” Tirta's words made something cross her mind.

“Repeat what? Which one?”

“Your last sentence.”

“You look like father and son,”

“Well, that's it!” ervan exclaimed, making Tirta look at him with a face full of confusion.

“What's wrong?”

“I WILL MARRY HIM.”

“APAAA??” peeker Tirta unconsciously.