Devotion of Love

Wound...

"Doctor Arkan!" hafidz greeted kindly, Arkan turned with a surprised look on his face.

Arkan saw Hafidz standing right in front of his room. At first glance Arkan hesitated if it was Hafidz. But a few moments later. Arkan was convinced that Hafidz was standing in front of him.

"Sir Hafidz, what's the matter? Brother's hand why is it bleeding?" arkan said anxiously, Hafidz shook his head while putting on a smile. As if saying he was okay.

Arkan asked Hafidz to come in and lie down on the patient's bed. Hafidz refused he felt fine. Maybe it's just the wound on his hand that needs bandaging. Arkan nodded in understanding, when he saw Hafidz choosing to sit on the patient's bed.

"All right, brother, I'll prepare the bandages for a moment. My assistant's running away, the young doctor's understanding is labile!" arkan said while shaking his head weakly.

Hafidz nodded in agreement to Arkan's words. Although he did not understand the meaning of Arkan's words. There can't be a reckless doctor like Arkan said. Although there should be Arkan reprimanding him. Not even agree with his inappropriate attitude.

"Sister Hafidz, stick out your hand. I'll clean it up first. Only then will I make it!"

"Arkan, why should you? Why don't you wait for your nurse or doctor's assistant!" hafidz said, Arkan shook weakly. Without saying much, Arkan cleaned the wound on Hafidz's hand.

Braakkkkk

"Let me just doctor Arkan!" hanna said loudly. Arkan and Hafidz looked up in shock. The loud sound of the door slamming, lost to the loud voice of Hanna. They were surprised twice.

Deg Deg Deg

"It turns out he's Arkan's assistant doctor. I just found out he's a doctor. What a woman full of surprises. I thought you were nothing more than a spoiled woman who never knew the word work. Now I see you wearing a white medical suit. A real suit exudes the white aura of your heart. Rabb, until when do I hold this feeling? Can I hold back my desires, hold tight to the faith that is in my heart. O cheerful girl Hanna, until when have you only been in my mind? There's no way you're real right next to me!" inner Hafidz.

"You've finally come too. What did you have breakfast? Up to an hour more disappeared!" arkan said annoyedly, Hanna was smiling to herself. Not feeling guilty, Hanna was acting like a child.

"Don't be mad at me, Ghibran was your friend who made me last. Ask him to stay away from me, I'm getting uncomfortable with always being with him!" hanna said casually, Arkan shook his head many times looking at Hanna's childish demeanor.

As soon as Hafidz lowered his head, there was a sense of pain when Hanna told Ghibran. Either feeling jealous or feeling that someone is a competitor. Arkan looked at Hafidz who was suddenly quiet. Arkan understands Hafidz's changing attitude. The same attitude Arkan had. When he heard that there was another man approaching Aura.

Hanna was sitting right in front of Hafidz. He was about to clean Hafidz's wound. Hanna is cheerful and always careless. Ungainly suddenly pulled Hafidz's hand. Hanna clasped Hafidz's hand very tightly.

"Awwwrss!"

"Basar spoiled, this is how it screamed. If you don't want to get sick. Don't like to hurt yourself!" hanna Ketus said, Hafidz was silent. Arkan shook his head. Arkan was completely astonished by Hanna's overly relaxed attitude.

"I didn't scream because I was sick. The touch of your hand made the blood in my veins boil. My heart is beating so hard, I can't seem to hold it. If only I knew you were a doctor. It's not just my hands that are hurt. My body is willing to get hurt, as long as you are the doctor!" inner Hafidz.

"Hanna, watch your talk. As a doctor, you have to be friendly. Not by yourself!"

"If the patient is him, I'd better not be a doctor. He and Ghibran eleven twelve. A man who uses his face to lure a woman!" sahut Hanna ketus, Hafidz looked up in surprise. Her eyes met Hanna's beautiful eyes.

Hafidz was surprised by Hanna's opinion. I don't know what's wrong? Until Hanna thought that bad about him. They never knew each other, but Hanna easily judged him badly.

"When did I do it?" sahut Hafidz, Arkan chuckles at Hafidz. Hafidz's gaze and manner of being surprised by Hanna's words made Arkan even more convinced by her opinion.

"Is that why you don't want to get married? Always be angry and look bad at the men who approach you!" hafidz said firmly, Hanna nodded without hesitation. Arkan becomes the third person not considered. Hanna and Hafidz spoke, without thinking there was an Arkan to discuss with.

"You think we're bad, but have you ever thought we could be good too. Because not all men will lose by the cards!" as Hafidz said, Hanna smiled in a knot right in front of Hafidz's face.

"Asthgafirullah, the smile is so sweet!" hafidz shook his head slowly.

"I've told you not all men, but most. You are bad or not. I don't care, because it has nothing to do with me!" hanna said casually.

"There!" sahut Hafidz was loud and unconscious.

"Why should there be? I'm not who you are?" sahut Hanna, Hafidz was embarrassed. Unknowingly he had already told her his heart.

Hanna stood up putting down medical devices. Leaving the bowed Hafidz languid. Hanna sat in Arkan's chair, then wrote the recipe for Hafidz. Arkan approached Hafidz. Standing right next to Hafidz, one hand embraces the warm body of Hafidz. The initially awkward relationship, now begins to melt and warm.

"I know your heart, but Hanna is not easily conquered. My best friend Ghibran is also my relative. Years approach her, but sister can hear Hanna's own opinion of her. If you want to get close to Hanna, I can help you!" arkan said softly, Hafidz lowered his head to listen to Arkan.

Hafidz's determination approached Hanna, no doubt. All ways will be done Hafidz. As long as it's not the wrong thing and hurt Hanna. Arkan smiled as he stared fixedly at Hafidz. Real determination emanated from both eyes of Hafidz. Convince Arkan if he's the best for Hanna.

"Near those he loves!" arkan.

"Why?"

"Because we're the closest people in Hanna's cold heart. If you can convince us, your love is sincere and holy. Make happy Hanna your life goal. We'll be happy to hand Hanna a hand!"

"Is that possible? Without us knowing him, he could love me!" hafidz said, Arkan nodded slowly.

"Perhaps, because of the wound and the cold Hanna was not someone else. We her loved ones left that wound. There's a strong reason Hanna doesn't want to love. So that he would no longer be hurt. Hanna felt our love was perfect. There is a much more perfect love!"

"That means you agree, if I approach Hanna!" hafidz said, Arkan nodded slowly.

"I have no hesitation in handing Hanna over to you. But it would be nice, meet your parents. Ask for advice from them, so that your path is easier. Ridho's parents are the best way for us!" arkan said, Hafidz nodded in understanding.

"What are they talking about? Why whispering? Like a woman gossiping!" hanna was upset, looking at Arkan and Hafidz.

"This is a recipe for your wound. Now hurry away, many patients are queuing outside!" hanna said, Hafidz nodded while receiving a recipe from Hanna.

"Don't hate him too much. Afraid you'll love her!" whispered Arkan lirih.

"Tidaaaakkkkk maybe!" hanna shouted loudly, while grunting in annoyance.

"Hanna, this is what I like about you. Many and what? Never afraid to let out emotions, think like children. But sometimes your maturity makes me feel amazed!" inner Hafidz.