Doctor Ma'am! Love Me Please!
25. Clink
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Azam felt his chest rumble. He squeezed the clothes that seemed to reduce the pain in his chest.
"You.....
Azam's voice choked.
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"Yes, yeah,
It's me." It's me."
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"How are you?." Ask Bitha
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"As you can see."
The man smiled, the warm smile that he always gave to the woman in front of him when they were together.
Occasionally he is seen rubbing the end of his watery eyes.
"Bith, uh,
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"Yes?."
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"Sorry, man,
Azam's cry broke, the man was sobbing. He no longer knows what to say.
Bitha too. The woman behind the glass was also holding her reddish eyes.
"I'm sorry, it's disappointing for you,
I was wrong, though,
I'm so fucking nyesel!
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I wish you'd still see me...
as friends.
Like before, like,
When we were in school."
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His voice sounded raucous. Azam took a deep breath, his chest felt tight and sore. The oxygen hose attached to his nose seemed not to give him enough intake.
The man turned his face away from the woman who was staring at her helplessness.
There was hope Bitha would see the man healthy again. Even though the situation is no longer the same.
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Time passes so fast. Some come, some go. The world seems to know about the pain suffered by Azam Prawira until finally he ends everything with memories left for loved ones.
A week has passed since Azam's departure after battling his illness. He has written many good and bad stories in his life.
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That afternoon Bian was casually occupying the living room. He looked at his laptop that displayed a picture of a curva with numbers.
"Mas Bian?. Outside there's a guest mbk Bitha." Speak mbk susi from the front door.
"Oh, Okay!."
Bian grabbed his phone and dialed his sister's number.
"Sir, there's a guest!."
POCK...
The two humans who were cool in the room were also scattered after hearing Bian's voice.
"Truly a dry kanebo!." Alex shook his head
"I was confused as to why that kid could be like me!."
The two then went down the stairs to meet their guests.
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"Where's Bi?."
"What?." He answered without looking at his brother.
"The guests!."
"The outside." Casualty without burden
"Geez Biaaaaanannnn, repent!." Bitha patted her forehead looking at the behavior of her sister.
"You have a guest try to see first Bi, kasian people waiting. Ask him to sit down first. Ih ni son make a gemes aja long time."
"Ngapain laughing?." His impact when he saw the husband chuckled because of the actions of his sister-in-law.
Bitha walked to the terrace to meet her guests.
"Dance?."
"Hi brother!."
The woman smiled sweetly as she looked at Bitha.
"Come in" he asked
"Oh that's it."
"I'm just here to love this." He said while giving a small paperbag to Bitha.
"What is this?."
"Break."
"From?."
"The deceased!."
Bitha's heart suddenly sank. He had no sense of the former. But why when Tari calls him the deceased there is a sense of unwillingness. Does he still want that guy to exist?.
"I'm back, brother. Assalamualaikum."
"Waalaikumsalam, thank you!."
"Together."
The girl left behind Bitha who was glued staring at the package in her hand.
"Who's yank?."
"Dance."
"Who is that?."
"His sister is Azam." Bitha looked at the face of the husband who seemed relaxed.
"What the hell are you doing?."
"No ah, I'm afraid of my mother!." His ejek.
"Well, could it be my love." He said while rubbing the chest of the husband's field.
Bian who did not intend to hear the conversation of two lovebirds was upset because of the behavior of those who make out without knowing where.
"PLEASE!. THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE HERE!." Bian glanced fiercely at a couple who were silent because they heard her sweet voice.
"Blo - single, suffer your nian!."
Alex clings to his wife's hand to ask her to move into the room.
"Look, fuck him. His brain could be polluted prematurely!." The couple left Bian laughing at the dried kanebo.
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Arriving in the room, Bitha then kept a paperbag in her hand to a container that she placed in a walkincloset.
"Wait!." Alex prevented it.
"Why?."
"Aren't you curious about it?."
Bitha looked back at the package.
"Here, let me open it!." Alex took the bag out of his wife's hand.
The man reached into a navy colored box. Alex can already guess the contents inside the velvet box. Slowly he opened it, and a white jeweled gold ring appeared above it.
Alex pulls the ring but instead breaks off along with his footing as there is a piece of paper that folds neatly and is linked through the ring hole.
Alex opened it, it appears that the paper has been stored there for a long time visible from the shape of the folds and also the writing is slightly yellowed.
The man called his wife to come closer.
"I think you should know this." He said while giving the paper in his hand.
"Happy birthday dear. I'm sorry, I haven't been able to give anything of value to you. I hope you will accept this little gift from me. I love you."
A letter with an inscription describing Azam's feelings at the time. There is a date on the bottom corner of the paper when the letter was written.
Bitha remembered that moment. The time when he was going to have a late dinner with Azam because Bitha had just completed her cesarean section was around ten p.m.
A woman suddenly walked up to her second table with a face full of emotion. Azam who was about to issue a gift for Bitha again he unraveled because of the existence of Dian who called him 'jerk'.
Until there was a dispute between the two who finally revealed another secret behind Azam's sincerity to him all this time.
In the end, Bitha chose to step down and give up her relationship so that Azam could be responsible to the woman who had conceived her child.
Ah, if you remember that, it feels like Bitha can change the mass to not know romance and ask to be reunited directly with the husband who is handsome, good and certainly rich.
Bitha looked at the man next to her. She hugged Alex lovingly.
"I'm nyesel sis."
"Nyesel why?."
"Nyesel's been dating her."
Alex laughed at the honesty of his wife.
"You may have time to repeat, I want to marry you directly." Further.
"It can't be that either." Said Alex.
"You don't know what it's like, you won't know what it's like to be heartbroken and there's no story for you to remember." He continued while rubbing Bitha's long hair.
"You're going to do a story for me!." He looked at Alex's handsome face.
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Time keeps turning leaving many stories for those who are still alive today.
Bitha was already six months old and she was still practicing in the hospital as usual but with limited hours. All at Alex's request so that he does not worry about the situation of the two people he loved so much.
Like a normal day, though, Alex drove Bitha to the hospital and then he set off for the mini office that he built on a former land of a second-hand warehouse and the office itself had just been active about three months ago. He did not recruit many new employees, some of them are old employees who immediately brought Alex complete with their respective nuclear families. But not including Bagas, because that man is the one who keeps their big office there.
All Alex did for Bitha and her future son. He doesn't want to leave them too often. With the mini office he can work more easily because many will help him and do not have to waste much time on the road.
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"Sir Bithaaaa??." Shouted a girl who was running in a connecting corridor between the canteen and the hospital.
"Disease?."
Tbc.
