Doctor Aruna's Revenge

Liver Wound

"Why?" asked Arga nonchalantly while cutting the steak. He knew from earlier the lecturer in front of him continued to look at him closely. But not a look of admiration for his good looks.

""Why is it different? Last night your attitude was stiff," Qonita protested.

Arga did not answer. But he instead thrust his potomgan steak into Qonita's maniacal mouth.

"Let's eat" said Arga with her smiling face.

"No," refused Qonita judes while looking down, the temple was busy cutting its own steak.

Arga smiled obliquely then turned the piece of steak into his own mouth.

Angrily Qonita stuffed the steak into her mouth.

He went back to puffing, Qonita's whistle-blowing.

That night too. After they were introduced by their parents, the two were left behind to get to know each other better.

What made Qonita still upset until now, the man did not consider his presence at all nearby. He was too busy with his cell phone. Just like now. The difference is, now the flat man now busies himself with his steak, not his phone anymore.

Uhuk uhuk

Qonita immediately choked.

"Eat it, eat it first, then have a chat," said Arga while giving a cold drink belonging to Qonita and this time the lecturer received it and immediately took a sip.

The spicy taste of black pepper is enough to burn his esophagus. His eyes water because of it.

Arga smiled at him.

Qonita pura did not care about the face that was laughing silly behavior. Importantly the heat in his throat was gone because of the cold water flush. He continued to cut back and put the steak into his mouth.

As soon as the food was left on the plate, Arga began to look at Qonita seriously.

"Kalo kuramg, add another," said Arga calm.

Qonita realized that she had finished a plate of steak that was equal to the portion of Arga. In anger. He forgot his grace. He should have left it a little. Qonita grumbled in her heart, between shame and annoyance.

"No. You think I'm a coolie," he decreed judes to cover up his misbehavior.

Arga smiled faintly.

"We're all coolies. Because we get a salary," he said lightly.

Qonita did not respond.

What kind of talk is that. If the porters are in the market. Which transport vegetables, rice or cement in the store building, correction Qonita membatin.

"Maybe in the future I will pick you up for lunch more often" he said calmly.

"For what?"

"Let us be closer. So do not be surprised if later we get married, because it is enough to know the character of each."

Uhuk uhuk.

Again Qonita coughed at hearing that. He was surprised by his throat which often feels itchy when with Arga. As if there were kedondong seeds stuck there.

Arga poured a cold drink into the empty Qonita glass and gave it straight away.

"drink. Why are you so sensitive?" wonder Arga.

Uhuk uhuk uhuk

Qonita immediately grabbed it without protest as her cough grew. The girl drank it slowly to dispel the feeling of tightness in her chest.

"Are you seriously accepting this match?" ask Qonita after a while.

"Yes" said Arga.

Forced, the denial is in the heart.

Arga did not until the heart saw his mother to beg him.

"Qonita's a good girl. He's a smart teacher. Mami wants to see my youngest son have a lover and will get married."

"Mami didn't make you forget about Ayana. But life must go on. Ayana's been gone a long time."

"Try getting to know Qonita first. Mami assure you, you're not sorry."

Begirulah strand of the demand word of the mother. Arga could not refuse the request of the woman who had laboriously given birth to him into the world.

Qonita sneers.

"Gue refused. I don't want to marry a husband who still remembers his ex" said Qonita.

Arga smiled obliquely.

"Lo must continue to accept it. Moreover, your age is very mature," reply Arga without.means insinuating and not hurt at the word spicy Qoniita.

But for Qonita, Arga's words were very scathing and hurt his pride.