Don't Play with me

Guilt

Ayra woke up weak, feeling her body was very weak just to be moved. His head was still throbbing pain, not to mention the other body parts that were shouting pain made Ayra could only mutter indistinctly.

He was shocked to find two men approaching him. One was the doctor who got into an accident with him this morning and the other, my handsome senior, he thought.

Ferdi approached to conduct an examination. Although He did not perform the operation, but of course He knew the examination procedure. He just wanted to make sure that Ayra's condition was okay. After that he left Ayra and Zyan his best friend who likes more.

Zyan approached, his hand now stroking the top of Ayra's head slowly, "What's the pain?" tanyakanya.

Ayra simply replied by trying to smile, then she shook her head slowly.

"Why is senior here?" said slowly.

"You know what your condition was, I was told the intern was in your office. He just handed me a report" Zyan said with a smile.

"The ardi?" ayra asked making sure Zyan answered with a nod.

"What's he saying?"

"Hmm he said your room was a mess, because the report is on you" Zyan smiled and continued, "Don't think about it, they'll be fine without you"

"Did your hand hurt?" again he wanted to make sure.

"Hmm, but I'll be fine" Ayra replied

"Of course, I'll probably finish Ferdi off if you're not okay"

"Is He food? Why was it finished" Ayra's original answer now gave rise to her second laugh.

"Senior knew the Doctor?"

Zyan replied with a nod, "We are friends of the dekaat" Zyan replied sounding doubtful.

"really? Then did senior hear who was wrong?" ask again

"Ayra, you just take a break huh" Zyan obviously wanted to shy away from Ayra's question.

"Why? What exactly am I wrong?" tebah Ayra's.

Zyan limp did not know what to answer, his mats instead turned left and right wanted to dodge.

"So it was actually an accident because of me?" asked Ayra again demanding an answer wanted to be sure.

"You rest, yeah.."

"Senior" was not finished Zyan spoke, Ayra's hand was already holding her hand holding Zyan to move.

"Is it because I'm speeding?" ayra asked again demanding a definite answer.

After tired of dodging, Zyan nodded his head in response. Ayra's hand that was holding Zyan's hand was released because of Him who seemed to lose his strength.

"But Ferdi's still wrong, you're colliding"

"But I demand compensation from him" said Ayra weakly.

"That's his fault, it's his responsibility, Ayra" Zyan's responsibility was frustrated to see the weak Ayra after the operation become many times weaker again because of hearing about this.

Guilt hit Ayra. He certainly can not and does not want to avoid, but his attitude to Ferdi of course has been beyond his senses. He who screams because he feels right but actually He is wrong. He was the one who caused the accident, but instead caked angry at the person who was harmed. It frustrates itself.

"Don't think about it, just rest, yeah" Zyan said, then tried to calm down.

But instead of calm down, Ayra instead began to count the mistakes he made on Ferdi. "So, when he said there was a business of pemting and had to leave, it was not an excuse for wanting to run away? Is he in trouble because of me?"

Ayra's question made Zyan even more dizzy, "No He's not in trouble, you see, he's fine. Just a little tired because you have to go here and there, just it" said Zyan trying to convince.

"Senior"

"Yes?"

"Can you please move my room to Doctor Ferdi? And register me as a patient with insurance. I have insurance, really. Let me pay my own hospital fees" he said steadily.

Zyan was made to gawk in shock. *What do I have to say to you? The B-debah is the director, the salary is even many times that of you. And the man who financed your hospital was Juna! Master Juna!! Because he feels guilty.

Because indirectly, He was also the cause of this accident, He felt guilty because of his health condition that dropped, making Ferdi have to rush there. Even though this is still the mad doctor's fault.. Hixes.. What do I have to say for you to believe*..

Zyan ruffled his hair starting to get frustrated.

"I don't know, just tell Ferdi or your President" he said tired and laid his body on the sofa bed in Ayra's room. He's tired of being worried and already angry at Ferdi, not to mention arguing you need extra energy. He glanced at the wall clock, almost midnight. Now the clock shows at 11 p.m., making him even more tired.

"Huh? President-elect?" ayra's question floating in the air got no answer.

"Senior, are you sleeping?" not getting an answer, Ayra kept quiet, thinking to herself. He glanced back at Zyan, "Senior has blankets covered, put blankets on first"

Still not getting an answer, Ayra became silent. While the one being spoken to Ayra cacak in her heart. Don't call me senior!! Stop calling me senior!! Hixes.. Young Master.. Do I really have to stop?? But I want to get married too.. Hixes..

Eventually both fell asleep.

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Vanya circulated his gaze at the cafe he now occupied. The comfortable atmosphere welcomes customers who want to slightly relax their nerves and mind. There is a wide variety of drinks complete with snacks that are beautifully arranged in the storefront to attract interest. There are cakes, puddings and other sweet foods from sweet to low sugar can be requested as desired.

Vanya now eats strawberry pudding in front of him accompanied by a latte. He's waiting for his super-super-shit ex. His intention is certainly not to reverse or hear the explanation of the man who now makes him shudder in disgust, but there is something he wants to know. The thing that will be used as a weapon against Mr. Juna.

"Iaang" a super wide smile plastered on Frans' face when he found Vanya sitting amteng waiting for him.

His hope was blissful, as soon as he found a short message from Vanya. That's why he wasn't suspicious, but he was glad he sent her here.

"I'm kangeen" his smile widened. Making Vanya shudder in horror, how shameless this person in front of him thought.

"Forgot broken up?" vanya's cold words made Frans aware. But his smile was still in place, not diminishing in the slightest.

Before Frans rambled around, Vanya asked, "What bore you to me?"

Frans blinked, wanting to be clear

But the sentence stopped "The honest answer" Vanya said firmly.

"You want to come back to me, right?"

"I'll be honest" he replied.

"Jawab only" said Vanya began to carelessly face the maluan Frans.

And after the sentence Frans made Vanya hurt, essentially the man was bored and tired of facing the attitude of the spoiled Vanya. Although Vanya is independent, but He is made tired of having to take time for her. Not to mention Vanya's spoiled attitude.

Vanya certainly gawked at hearing that, She felt that her attitude had been quite natural all along. Even if he asked for time, he never demanded Frans to always be there for him. Just take the time, where is the fault? Isn't where the person in the relationship will make time for their partner?

Pampered?? I'm spoiled? Haah what's wrong with being spoiled to a partner?? Vanya was made inexhaustible.

"So, you don't think men usually like my attitude, do you?" Vanya wanted to make sure, a second later she got a confident nod Frans.

Getting Vanya to stand up, he wanted to leave immediately and did not want to deal with the disgusting man in front of him anymore. "I'm leaving, don't call me anymore, and as additional information, I'll block your number, bye"

"What?" now replace Frans who gawked. His hope before coming was shattered into pieces. Shouldn't He be the most aware, that if Vanya has made a decision then it is a rarity if He pulls it again let alone return. Am I being used?? Haaah...

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