ENTANGLED IN THE LOVE OF A DOCTOR

First Time on the Bus

Assalamu'alaikum, previously I would like to tell you, if this story is taken from the Real Story. A sister who must accompany her sick sister. But I have seasoned the love story of the sister to be more exciting, Thank you, Happy Reading..!!

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At exactly eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of my incoming music rang, and made me cry.

" Na, today Brother is being treated, and you must come here." I just read it, and I'm back at work. Not long after, my phone rang again, this time a telfhon ringtone.maybe because I just read it.

I went out so as not to disturb those who were eating.

" Hello, Assalamu'alaikum "I started the conversation by saying hello.

" Wa'alaikumsalam "The Answer. " Please yes, who else if not you deck "The sound of desire makes it unclear what is being said, but I still understand.

" Yes, brother, but who should I go there with? I'm afraid Brother "I'm trying to dodge. Because honestly I don't want to go. For some reason, I am not used to reacting with the crowd makes it difficult to socialize. Shame, fear, mindfulness even sometimes want to talk difficult, let alone my opponents talk people are.

" Ride the bus, you'll give me the address later.." That's not the answer I want, but it's all impossible if I don't go there, because I'm the only one who's expected.

Because I kept crying so the phone was cut off. Not long after, my phone went off.

Sis Fitri called me, "Hello..

" Hello Na, how is it? kasian Kak Ranti should be treated "

" But I don't understand, there's no impression friend, brother, I don't know the way "My crying broke. I can't hold back any more tears. Thankful that the situation of Warung is not crowded so it is not disturbed.

" If not who are you, Na..? " Please tell me "My oldest sister's voice is clear.

Here I confer with my Master as well as Miss Nina whom I have considered as my Mother. Yes, I was very close to Ms. Nina, even her son always said, if I was her son hhee, somehow I could be very close, maybe because I needed parental affection.

" If there is no friend, or not picked up do not yes..!! " Said Miss Nina

" But Mom, I'm confused, if I'm not who else.." I let out a breath. Ranti continued to call me because there must be someone accompanying me. In the middle of the eternal, finally Bu Nina decided to call Mas Ali.

Mas Ali is a person who is very close to me, he was once my girlfriend, ahh no, why do I consider him who, because actually I have no taste at all.

Starting from me fighting Kak Ranti with him, why does she even like me. Whereas Kak Ranti in terms of age is not far away may only be five years different, while with me the difference is almost fifteen years.

It is ridiculous indeed, with the reason, that Ranti can not see the original also when on the phone does not respond and even in cuekin. He finally chose me. But what I wonder is why I accepted it, when I knew that he deserved to be my Om.

My relationship with Mas Ali is now being stretched, rather, I'm the one who stayed away. I don't want to fall too deep, let alone take this relationship seriously. I just don't want him to be more disappointed.

" Hello, Assalamu'alaikum Mas Ali.." Saying to Nina

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" Not busy anymore.."

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" Can you please anterin Hana to T city no? she's never been anywhere herself, I'm worried.." . Ms. Nina kept asking Mas Ali, whereas I was just listening next to Ms. Nina.

" It will be the same Mas Ali, you are not alone " said Ms. Nina after calling. Actually I feel bad to have to ask Mas Ali for help, but how else, there is no one who can be asked for help.

" What is Ranti sick, Na..? " Task Sarah Tea.

" Don't know Tea, but say it can't chew the same can't swallow, so it must be treated. " Answer.

After the conversation with Teh Sarah was over, I left for the Terminal in the same boncengin as Mas Ali. On the way, I just kept quiet he was also silent, Mas Ali brought his bike very fast, until I like to fly hhee, want to say do not be tight can not, especially if you have to hold.

Arriving at the Terminal, Mas Ali parked his bike and told me to wait. " Here please anterin get there." My speech.

My tears like coming down again, why mellow so much today. I am really afraid, if you have to ride the bus alone, maybe people say easy especially if there is an address on the way. But not for me, a homebody who never travels anywhere, let alone up and down the vehicle. It is my nature that does not like crowds, quiet and shy.

" Yes, wait a minute, I nitipin motor first "His answer. Then Mas Ali left his motorbike at the Motorcycle Custody around the Terminal.

After leaving the motorbike, Mas Ali went to the counter to buy a ticket.

" Come, let's get in the car, let's get out in a minute" he said. I followed him from behind. How shocked when I arrived in front of the super-large vehicle, I almost gawked. I kept following Mas Ali and Mas Ali invited me to sit down when I got on the bus.

I sat by the glass and Mas Ali by my side. Not long after, the bus drove off, leaving City B where I worked. I just sat there without talking and so did Mas Ali.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at Terminal Kota T, and I had to take another motorbike to get to the Housing where Kak Ranti worked. About five to ten minutes I, arrived in front of a pretty big house.

Coincidentally the garage door of the house opened, I immediately entered the garage of the house. " Is this really his house..? " Tanya Mas Ali, who had been following me. I just nodded.

" Asalamu'alaikum ". I said a greeting, not long out the young lady in glasses.

" Is this really Miss Fatma's house.?? " Tanyaku.

" Yes right, but the Fatma Ma'am again came out "His reply.

" Oh yes, my sister Ranti "I introduced myself.

" Oh sister Mbak Ranti yes.?, please come in, Mbak Renanti again out for a while.." He said while smiling.

I followed him in and led him to the living room. " Please sit "Her word. I also sat down and so did Ali. Not long after, the bespectacled woman approached again with two glasses of water in her hand.

" Please drink it.." Her speech.

" Thank you "I answered.

" Oh yeah, what time is it from there ?" Ask.

" So dzuhur Mbak "I replied again.

" Oh, yeah, wait a minute, and soon, it's already on its way. "

After the woman left, minutes later, a car entered Ms Fatma's garage, I turned my head out the window. Sure enough, look Ranti's sister down from the car.

Seen the woman approached the car and talked to Kak Ranti as well as the woman who came out of the car, maybe it was Kak Ranti's employer, Ms. Fatma. After chatting, it was seen that Ranti hastily entered the house. Maybe the woman told me I was there.

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