DiLeMa LOVE

Love's Dilemma

Slowly Syifa opened her eyes. He feels comfortable and peaceful. For a moment he forgot what he was going through. He saw a clean white ceiling. Inwardly asked. Where he is now, he thinks something is wrong. He forced his brain back into his life a few hours ago.

"What is this scent? as very familiar." whispered, when his nose m

find a smell that he is very familiar with.

He looked around. His eyeball found an infusion hanging on it. Hospitals. Syifa frowned.

How can I be in the hospital? didn't you take a taxi?

Slowly he wanted to get up. I want to know if he is really in the hospital. But something is holding him back. More precisely there was someone who fell asleep beside him while tightly holding his hand.

"Doctor." whispered Syifa as she found out who was guarding her.

Stare at the face of the doctor Vishnu who looked tired. There is a subtle sense of infiltrating the heart.

Oh Allah..why doctor Vishnu so considerate and kind to me. Is there a certain feeling? No, it's impossible. Your doctor shouldn't have treated me like this. I don't deserve to be treated that way.

Syifa shook her head strongly. Trying to shake off the beautiful thoughts in her. Denying the hope that comes when the heart is hurt.

"No Syifa, you're crazy." muttered Syifa uneasily.

"Syifa, what are you saying?" ask doctor Vishnu still sayu. Not fully aware.

Quiescent. Stupefied. Suddenly his tongue was.

"You're sober?" the doctor of Vishnu happily clasped Syifa's hand tighter.

"Emm." That's all he can say.

Honestly it floated. Not just holding his hand. Now the doctor Vishnu even squeezed his fingers full of feeling. While continuing to express gratitude. Unknowingly the doctor Vishnu even kissed the back of Syifa's hand.

Syifa's face was hot. Inwardly screaming wanting to pull his hand. But he was unable to move his hand. He was too stunned by the intimate treatment of doctor Vishnu. Treatments that contain deep meaning when done by someone like the doctor Vishnu. Especially at his age now.

"Klek," suddenly the door opened, "Syifa I'm sorry.." Adi sentence hanging when he saw the doctor Vishnu kissed the back of Syifa's hand.

Adi's panicked face instantly changed 180°.

"Oh, sorry, I. I.." nervously the doctor Vishnu immediately let go of his hand. He wanted to say hello to Adi. But seeing his facial water, Vishnu undoes his intentions.

"Oh, so this, is what made you break up with me?!" Adi looked at the two with disdain. "I think you're a good girl, a girl I deserve to fight for. It turns out that you are the same as everyone else, materialistic!!, disgusting" Adi spilled his emotions.

"By your watch, what are you talking about, I don't understand?" the doctor Vishnu was puzzled looking at Adi and Syifa alternately.

Syifa looked away. As much as energy to withstand the overflowing emotions. Her tears flowed gently down her cheeks. His heart ached, like it was torn. Thinking about the fact that he was just a game material alone had made him claustrophobic. Now the man proudly insults and questions his pride.

"Is there anything you want to say?" sahut Syifa. "If you have nothing to say, please come out, I'll take a break."

"Just being a mistress is already arrogant." Hina Adi looked at the doctor Vishnu and Syifa alternately with a look of disgust.

"Stop Adi!!! you're outrageous, it's not what you think it is. I'm the same Syifa that there's nothing to do." Vishnu's doctor tried to mediate.

"Where there is a thief. Everyone in your position uses that phrase to defend themselves."

"Get out." whispered Syifa hoarsely.

"Let's talk outside."

"Balank." The sound of the door closing was a little rough.

After Adi's death, Vishnu's doctor froze in the middle of the room. The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt stuffy despite the AC. He was confused what to do. He stared at Syifa's back who moved slowly. He was crying in silence. As Syifa always did when she lost her mother some time ago.

"You're a strong and stoic girl."

"I'll see the doctor for a while" said doctor Vishnu gave Syifa a chance to calm down.

Three days in the hospital. Three days the doctor Vishnu back and forth guarding him. He went to the hospital where he worked. He took care of Syifa. Syifa felt very uncomfortable. Every night sleeping in one room with his employer.

Especially should see the doctor Vishnu sleep curled up in a narrow long chair. With pillows and blankets borrowed from the hospital. Of course, not everyone can borrow pillows and hospital blankets for other than patients. The chair looked frail under the gallant body of Doctor Vishnu.

"So then, we move to a bigger ward only" said doctor Vishnu that afternoon. When Syifa expressed her unwillingness to see Vishnu's doctor sleeping in the guard chair.

"No Doc, I won't be able to. Anyway I prefer it myself, better the doctor just go home not nice to see people."

"You don't have to worry about things like that Syifa, I just want what's best for you."

"I beg the doctor, people start talking about us this will defame the doctor."

"I don't care"

Doctor Vishnu took off his suit, placed it carelessly on the chair. He then rolled up his shirt arm. Unbutton one top to make it more comfortable. He suddenly felt sultry with the topic of conversation Syifa chose

"But..."

Syifa hung up her sentence, her tongue was a hoax, as the doctor Vishnu approached with wide steps and a gaze that was difficult to interpret. Her cheeks feel very hot. Suddenly he was very afraid of what he was thinking.

He choked. Vishnu's doctor locked him between his firm hands. His slightly open chest locked onto his gaze. The smell of perfume mixed with the body that has been on the move all day approaching the sense of smell. And I don't know why the scent made him nervous.

Doctor Vishnu brought his lips closer to Syifa's ear. Syifa's reflex closed her eyes, as Vishnu's doctor's breath tickled her sensitive earlobes. His heart is racing. As if to get out of his place.

"Do I look perverted?" ask doctor Vishnu gently. He held that position for a moment. Seemed happy to observe the change in Syifa's face that seemed chaotic and speechless.

"Well Syifa, it's time to eat and take medicine" said doctor Vishnu rose from his position with a sweet smile.

Syifa breathed a sigh of relief. Slowly he calmed down. Re-captured the consciousness of his heart that had been evaporating for a while.

The next minute Syifa could only obey what Vishnu's doctor said. He doesn't want to argue anymore. He didn't want to lose his respect for someone who was very nice to him. He prefers to concern himself with thinking of ways, how he gets money for his medical expenses.

"Eat while it is warm, I will prepare the cure." Vishnu said as if nothing had ever happened between them. He went back to being professional. 180° from a minute ago.

"Thank you doctor." Syifa received her food tray. Dutifully spent everything provided even though it felt bland.

He wanted to recover soon.it was the only way so that he could immediately solve his problem.

"Syifa, you better ignore what others are saying. The thought of, that's very important. If you want to get well soon."

"The medicine." he continued, extending a hand to feed the medicine Syifa.

"Thank you doctor, I can do it myself." Syifa took the medicine and a glass of water from the hand of Vishnu.

"All right."