Doctor Ma'am! Love Me Please!
13. Slight Taste
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"Sister!. Who was the package yesterday for?!." Rumi asked when she saw Alex cutting her toenails on the edge of the pool.
"Make handyman!." Said origin.
"lih!. This prayer was rejected neh!?." Threatened
"HeH!! don't donk!. There are two more steps to this!. It's good to just refuse - refuse." Sunglasses fire
"The truth is the secrecy of all!."
"There's no secret, it's just not time yet!." Decisively
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That morning Bitha and Sarah were sitting facing the box they had brought into the house last night.
"Open Sar!." Tell it to Sarah
"Okay!, you. Scribbles!."
Bitha, who was holding a knife, hesitated to open it. Moreover, the box does not have the name or address of the sender, although usually they also receive a package containing bread without the sender's name. It's just that the package this time is not a package that arrives in the morning, but at night that's why they hesitate to open it immediately.
With doubt as well as curiosity they finally opened the box the size of a cardboard instant noodle. Suddenly their laughter broke out together.
"Yes Ampuuunnn....!!. Why not from Semalem anyway!." Said Sarah
"A lot of this!. From whom?!."
Bitha was holding one by one a mini crocodile-shaped loaf with the H&R Cake label on the top of the plastic.
About twenty-five pieces he spilled on the floor along with the fall of a paper inscribed with words of apology.
"Sorry for the yesterday!."
Bitha pensively stared at the piece of paper that was in her hand. He had already figured out who the owner of this handwriting was.
'Surely she' is her inner.
"Who's Bith from?."
"There's no name!."
"Try?!." Sarah pulled the small paper Bitha was holding.
His laughter filled the room.
"I know who!."
"Don't wait for Sar!."
"Why?! Did I tell you who it was?!." Sarah asked mockingly
"Iiihhh, you're so cool?!." Bitha threw a packet of bread at Sarah.
"Ha ha ha ha.. cieee salting...!!!." Ledek
"Gram!!."
"wait!. means who sent the breakfast before - yet also he means?!. It's the same label!."
Bitha only shook her shoulders in return for Sarah's words.
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Two weeks after receiving a package of crocodile bread, Bitha has never seen Alex since the last time she was in the hospital.
On Sunday morning, she and Sarah enjoyed the day off. The two walked leisurely towards the park where all kinds of snacks gathered.
They have no intention of sports. Simply walk, because the goal is to fill the stomach.
"Bith, that jacket you've returned to?!." Ask Sarah.
"Yet!."
"There's no intention to do it?!."
"It?!."
"Yes alesan to meet him, you miss it but are shy!."
"No, let him come if he needs to!." Saying relax
"Ciee..kirain will say 'GAK SUDI MEET HIM'.! It turns out that.. ihiiii...!." Sarah's Temptation
"Udah deh Sar!, you are not tired of what temptations I mulu!." Dew
"Keep it where's the jacket?!."
"Still in the car, just meet him on the road can be directly returned to the person!."
"Give me Bitha!. Aren't you keeping it all right?!."
"I don't wear that jacket either!."
"Awas loh broken, tekor city until why-why it's jacket!.
Mayan's money to pay for our two-year contract, Bith." Her words were parsing
"Sar Seriously!?." Ask me not to believe
"Why do I try to lie?!.
Read dong's brand Saint....."
"That's a lot to buy stuff?. Don't you love what the money is!?" Bitha looked up at the bright blue sky.
But Sar!, isn't it the rich!? It could be a loan jacket. Or maybe Laurent KW?!."
"Yes too!." Sarah crossed her hands on her chest with a beard.
"But Bith, who bought her sweet martabak back then, right?!."
"Nah means he's a real Rich Man!. Don't the big house have him?!." Sarah rubbed her own chin with a face full of curiosity.
"Udah ah, why the hell did he talk about it?!. Want him rich cake, no cake. Both eating rice, e'e too right?. What do you want to be proud of?!."
"Emmh, I give up!. So it doesn't matter if Alex really is a builder!?."
"Yes, yes!."
EH?!......." sober up
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Some days Bitha began to think about the man who often bothered her. Why was that man too brave to approach her?.
He who did not even recognize Alex as his upperclassman was forced to dig up his high school history. Unfortunately there was no shadow at all about the man.
After lunch, the beautiful doctor chose to sit on a bench in Bougenville park located behind the hospital while waiting for the hours of his work.
There's not much to deal with today. At least it became a time of rest for him after a few days a lot of energy and his mind.
He visited a chat site with doctors who are popular lately. But his calm must be disturbed when a man who really does not want him to meet greets him.
"Wait for who?." Ask to open the conversation
"Oh, wait for Sarah." Answer without taking your eyes off the phone screen.
The silence was again felt when the man sat in front of the beautiful doctor who was feeling uncomfortable because of the existence of the massalu.
"You're not coming home?." Ask Bitha
"A little while." He answered while looking at the clock on his wrist
"I go first, pity Sarah for waiting!." He went from the beauty of the garden overgrown with various kinds of beautiful flowers, but Azam nimbly blocked his wrist.
"Bith, wait!. I'll just ask you a minute." Said rattled.
Bitha looked at her middle hand in the grasp of the man before her.
"Can you please leave?."
"No!. I'm afraid you're running again."
"I'm not going to run away. So please let go!."
Azam hesitantly released his hand. But unlike what he expected, the woman before him really did not run away.
"Why? What do you want to talk to me about?."
"Bith, do you know that until now I still have the same taste for you?."
His words are paused, though,
"Can we be rich again?."
Bitha lowered her head for a moment then looked up, looking at the face of the man who used to always smile brightly when he was with her.
"Zam, I've told you that we'd better never have a relationship again, at least enough to be friends, nothing more!."
"Wouldn't you try it again?. I promise there won't be the same thing in the future." Say it sincerely.
"My heart cannot be Zam. I can't keep in touch with the shadow of the wound in the past."
Azam. It was quite difficult to reopen the window of this woman's heart before him.
"I dare not take the opportunity if the risk is greater than the results I get!." Rigorously.
Bitha stood up from her seat. He said goodbye leaving the man who was being stricken with disappointment.
Without them knowing someone was staring furiously at the two from behind the glass wall on the top floor of the hospital.
It was a really unpleasant afternoon for Bitha to meet with the masses who always forced her to be a leader. How selfish!.
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He had never met that man for a long time. There was a little miss tucked between the troughs of his heart when he saw the jacket neatly tucked away in the back seat of his hatchback.
Bitha looked at the warm clothes when she was about to close the back door of her car.
"Ah, baper!. Why am I so rich ABG gini kid anyway!?." Aspersion
Bitha walked up the stairs of the terrace of her rented house. Lucky, because Sarah who first entered the house did not see the face of the beautiful who was upset.
Bitha placed all her luggage on the floor of the room and passed it to the bathroom to clean up.
"Bith!?." Sarah's voice interrupts the rubbing event rubbing her body
"What?." Her leg from the room
"Someone wants to be checked? I'll order dinner!."
"Cute acid the snapper head of Sar!."
"Busyet ma'am doctor, jan instead-expensive napa?."
"No papa! Every once in a while!." Bitha chuckled while continuing her activities.
Finished cleaning the remaining foam that sticks, he wrapped the body with a bathrobe and packed his wet hair with a small towel. Bitha looked at herself in front of the mirror. Cupped his two palms on the smooth cheeks that always blushed when teased by the mixed native bloody man.
"Geez Bitha, wake up!. You miss people's husbands!." He murmured while patting both of his cheeks
"God forgive me for being tempted!." Further.
"Wait first! If he's a husband, why would he dare to marry?. Does he want polygamy?. Wow, Gile is!."
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tbc
