Don't Love me

The Unexpected Event

MB's mother, Dawn and the Chief Servant approach them, Gres lying on top of MB's body. While the man he was fighting was bleeding a lot from his head, the two of them were brought to the hospital as quickly as possible.

Gres state after fainting 3 hours more, now began to realize. Opening his eyes slowly, he still felt dizzy, and his vision still looked blurry. Rubbing his eyes, slowly his gaze became clearer and then saw the Sister standing before him. Remembering why he was in the hospital.

Her tears without asking permission from the owner fell instantly, as she imagined herself falling down the stairs. What made him sicker was that MB hugged him and his body became his protector. Panic, worry and worry something bad will happen to him.

"Suster, I'm thirsty. Please bring some water to drink" Gres said.

"All right," said the nurse leaving from there.

Gres got into action, walked out of his room.

Feeling guilty made him unable to stay still, he was desperate to meet MB even though his condition was not stable. Downstairs asked the receptionist to stagger, but he tried to be strong so that the people who were there should not suspect him. That he's one of the strong patients and is doing well there.

"What patient, Muhammad Baehaki, was treated in what room?" ask Gres.

Mother Parubaya's eyes were a little blurred. "Space 102."

Gres ran to the room he was referring to, close to the room. Many doctors and nurses ran here and there, she asked but not a single person responded. Finally, with reckless capital, she ventured into the room of the ER, one of the tall fat sisters saw her.

The nurse held onto Gres's shoulder trying to throw him out of the room, but as Gres tried to see the patient he heard a voice.

NIII!

"So, her heartbeat stopped" she said, covering the patient's body and face with a white cloth.

"We have no hope, record the day, date and year of his death." Obviously the doctor resigned.

The nurse who blocked Gres managed to push him out of the room, he limped instantly, his face pale, and tears kept pouring down his cheeks. He went down to life, without asking anything trying to wipe his tears several times. He felt dizzy, his vision suddenly faded, gradually his vision blurred immediately whitened, then turned gray.

Until it was pitch-black with nothing to see, the door of life opened almost up. Someone caught him from the front, ending the fainting urge while staring at who caught him.

"Huh-ki!" Staring at MB. Reflexes involuntarily he hugged her, very tightly.

For the first time, MB was shocked. "Lo, where are you going?"

MB let go of his embrace roughly almost made Gres fall down, instantly the face of the girl who was worried desperately now turned moody.

"Space 102, said your sister was in the room. I also heard your heart stopped beating, so I thought you had ... "

"Died, you mean. My room is 12, maybe his eyes are troubled,"

Gres' eyelids are a little watery. MB looked at him for a long time. 'Looks like he's been crying.'

"Hmm, but ... Where are you going to ride your life? Your room, it's on this floor," asked Gres, his voice hoarse.

"It's none of your business!" Jolt MB roughly covered the reason.

He went to see Gres. He also asked the wrong person.

Gres can only sing his mouth while smiling a little, seeing MB is fine and his smile stops when he sees a bandage on the guy's temple that has saved him.

'He started talking to me, whereas before he was always silent without saying anything.' His mind is smiling a little.

All her worries she was tepis up to her roots, waking up as she hugged him. Gres felt itchy scratching here and there.

Looking back MB felt uncomfortable seeing the behavior of the girl behind him, scratching only one thought. 'He never took a shower.'

Why should care about it? MB stepped up as quickly as possible, wanting to leave the crazy girl immediately. Gres was unceasingly amused, until everyone noticed him. He immediately caught up with the haughty and arrogant guy, calling him ungrateful or even turning his head once.

MB's mother was waiting at the door of her room, her mother's gaze was very sharp. MB smiled in fear, not long after that his mother raised her hand towards her son. He resigned, but instead patted his cheek softly. A smile etched into MB's mouth, Gres stared at him without even blinking.

Staring at the new MB for the first time smiled, although not to him at least Gres felt that the guy was not a cruel person. But the opposite, therefore he survived the distress.

Fajar Adik MB poking his waist. Gres jumped in shock.

"Ehmmm," Dawn cleared a glance at Gres smiling flatly.

Gres' cheeks change color like a chameleon, pink begins to appear on both cheeks. He closed the cheek immediately, before seeing MB and again made embarrassed.

On Sunday it was Gres' turn to persuade the young master to have breakfast, he carried a tray of plates containing meat, glass of water and milk along with spoons and forks. He was told to head towards the young master's room by the butler there, stepping slowly richly into the snail.

Sreeek, sreeek!

Legs dragged. Gres step by step, he thought to buy time. Both of his legs were just slipping away bit by bit. The Chief Servant shook her head, picking up something in her pocket.

PRIIIT!

The butler's head blew the whistle, Gres jumped in shock. Stepping quickly into MB's room, her legs came to a halt when she realized she was in the torture chamber.

The room was neatly arranged, the smell of the room was a really nice guy, and there was the sound of water chirping from inside the bathroom. Gres looked at the book and the pen on his desk, wrote something. Finished with his message he tore the paper, then put it on the table. He rushed out from there, rounding his three fingers signifying 'okay.'

Believe it or not, the Chief Servant who was watching him nodded in understanding. Rushing away from the torture chamber, a small run followed the Chief Servant walking behind him.

MB finished taking a shower wearing her clothes, looking up at the table. Seen as a sheet of paper there, he took it perusing it carefully.

'Dear ones, young master. Food is a necessity, you are one of the lucky ones. You can eat delicious and nutritious food every day, but if you waste this food. Wh why? Many children and poor people who need to eat out there, appreciate the food.'

"Who wrote this, I was really touched to read it. So a little guilty." MB muttered to himself while smiling.

Stepping there and there without stopping in the kitchen room, thinking MB will read it? or even tear the paper into pieces or burn it to dust. His mind felt less calm, looking at the window, staring down. It turned out that the young master was going somewhere, now his chance to ascertain something that was troubling his mind.

Arriving at the door of MB's room, closed both eyes. Counting down from the number 10, open your eyes slowly. "WOOOO!"

"Yes, he really finished his meal. Great, I'm definitely the only girl who can persuade him to eat, yes, yes!" Gres smiled excitedly.

"Let's look in the trash can, the water isn't really thrown away but eaten." Proudly out of the MB room.

The other servant was amazed, but not with the servant of one of the women who was crying when he came out of the MB room. Staring cynically at Gres, who was smiling sweetly achieved success.

Author:

Whatever the reason the food was eaten, not to be thrown away.

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