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Chapter 53. First day

Returning home from Ervan's residence, Alan was rolling on the bed. He typed something in his phone, then re-deleted it.

Confused, what a good sentence to say. Finally, he chose according to Sarah's advice.

Good evening. Have you eaten? We just arrived.

Long wait, the message has been read, but not answered.

Alan was just resigned, he would continue to do this, until he was tired and gave up.

Befriend lonely, Alan surfed in cyberspace. Looking for something, which he will give to Zia tomorrow.

"Ah, right. He's on the night shift, tomorrow. Did I bring him a blanket?"

If Ervan had heard it, he might have been laughed at. So smart to give advice, turn to get the same thing, his brain blank.

Who needs a blanket when the woman is working.

"flower?" thought Alan. "But, why give her flowers night-night." Ask him himself, and he answers himself.

"Well, I asked my sister-in-law."

Connected, but not yet lifted.

"Why did you call my wife? You want to die, right?"

Why, he picked up his wife's phone. Alan clucked, very upset with this bucin.

"I want to ask you something."

"Tell me, just tell me."

So stubborn, he really wouldn't let her talk to Sarah.

"Van, I have something important. I want a consultation with brother-in-law."

"You think my wife, a psychologist."

Tut's. Connection interrupted.

"Basic, jealous!" alan shouted with his lips draped on his phone.

Inevitably, he had to think about it himself.

What, huh? Good thing, what, huh? The question is repeated until he is tired and asleep, because he does not get an answer.

In the morning, the man who had thought last night. This morning, he resumed it, having breakfast.

Bread with a cup of coffee. His hands were busy exploring the virtual world. From last night, there had not been a single answer, which satisfied him.

"Ah, make it dizzy. Why are they just flowers and flowers? Is there nothing else? For what, give her flowers night-night. We, the night shift doctors, are very tiring. Resisting sleepiness and hunger.

Waitaminute! That's it."

Alan's risen. Laughs contentedly, like the one who won the lottery. In the spirit, he finished his breakfast.

White coat, already attached to his body. His hair was neatly combed and a stethoscope hung down his neck. As usual, he would say hello with a smile, to the other officers. But, there's something different. Something that had become a habit and became his ritual, when he had just come, winked, to the nurses.

"Good morning, doctor."

"Morning. Any new patients?"

"Not yet, doctor."

Wow, there really is something different. Usually, he would talk about something that made them, laugh in the morning. That is, why Dr. Alan is very close to his colleagues, because of his humorous nature. Feeling tired, instantly forgotten with his jokes that melt the atmosphere..

"Alan, are you sick?" One of his colleagues, finally opened his voice. Usually, this man would tell her his strange dream, every morning.

"I'm doing fine. Why why?"

"No, you're just like different from yesterday. Anything on?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired."

His colleague nodded, patting his shoulder before leaving. Alan pulled out his phone, sent a message back, to the idol.

Good mornin. Have you arrived yet? How are you doing? Are you tired?

Message sent, but still tick one. Alan sent another message.

Do not forget to rest and take vitamins. Must be tired, after a long trip.

The phone is back in the pocket. It's time, work, personal problems, he should put aside first.

In a different place, Zia just arrived in the apartment. He left early in the morning, even the sun had not yet risen. He should rest, before his night shift.

"Sad, attention snobs!" Put the phone with the origin.

His phone vibrated again. Again, from the same number.

"It makes me sick. Actually, what does it want? You think you can blow me away with your attention. It's funny."

Zia chose to go back to sleep, because on the way, she was still very sleepy.

It's eight o'clock at night. There's still an hour, shift change. Zia was ready, she had dinner too, before leaving.

On the way, he again received a message from the same number.

Don't forget to eat dinner before you leave. Wear, thick clothes because it's raining.

Is he not tired? Zia threw away her phone, back seat. Without being told, he knew. That guy, he's been making her emotional, since last night.

Arriving at the hospital, it was quite quiet. Because usually, crowds only occur in the morning.

Zia was already sitting down, reading some reports on the table.

"Doctor, here."

His assistant put down a box of cookies and a bottle of drink.

"From who?" Zia furrowed her brows, inwardly she began to guess.

"Doctor Alan."

Aye! Again, he.

"No. Just make you guys, I'm still full."

"really? Thank you, doctor."

The assistant opened the cake box, called some nurses who were on guard, to eat together.

Want to bribe me, with a box of cookies? The dream! Zia continued her work.

Meanwhile, Alan's doctor, who had been monitoring them, was a little disappointed. His efforts are not at all appreciated. But, he would not give up that easily, let alone this was only a day.

"You peeking?" A voice suddenly appeared, making Alan jump.

"Why are you here? You made me a hanger." Half whispering, Alan pulled Tirta's hand to leave.

"I'm visiting someone. Who were you peeping at?" ask Tirta again.

"You're crazy, why do I have to peek?" calah Alan's.

"But I see you."

"Ah, that's it, you're making me dizzy." Alan walked out, first. Running from Tirta is the best way.

"Not that, you're the morning shift? Why are you still here?"

"Why are you so curious? Are you my wife, you have to report to you?" ketus Alans.

Tirta was still following Alan's steps, until the two of them sat on the bench of the garden.

It seems, Alan is being sensitive, Tirta thought.

"Oh, yes. This morning, Ervan asked me. Why did you call his wife last night?"

Earlier this morning, Tirta was showered with questions that made her dizzy. Why did Ervan ask him. Didn't ask Alan directly. Moreover, Ervan nagged incessantly, making Tirta even more dizzy.

"I just want a consultation" Alan replied.

"He already said so. But, why?"

It's over, Alan said. Did the answer not satisfy him? Why there should be another reason. In fact, he already told the truth. Calling Sarah, seems to bring trouble for her.

"Ah, stop. Go home! Why does he keep asking that?"

"You didn't go home by yourself?"

For God's sake! Ervan and Tirta are an inseparable package. Curiosity, which surpasses anyone and does not easily trust reason, which sounds absurd.

"Tirta, please go home! Stop asking. My mother never asked, like you."

"Yes, I'm home. I know, you're gonna want to go ahead with that, right?" Tirta has risen.

"You mean?"

"Speek."