First Boyfriend Second Candidate
First Boyfriend Second Candidate 36
"You're not sleeping? Almost midnight, there are no rogue patients like you. Watching this midnight drama"
Ega took a breath of air, glancing at his bored lover. From half an hour ago Chris told her to sleep like a teenager, believing parents were watching an age-restricted movie in the wee hours. The girl's lips advanced, putting on a sour face.
Chris chuckles. Kissing the girl's cheeks without getting bored. "Which part of it still hurts so much?" Shrugging shoulder lover pujaan.
Chris grimaces to realize Ega's body looks thin. For almost nine days, the girl did not provide nutrition. His lover survives the substance that is injected into the body. Chris sighed. Past events are like terror in a beautiful dream. He hoped that nothing would be beyond normal limits.
Ega observes her lover closely, "I still haven't got an answer, your shoulder why?"
Not not wanting to answer. Chris was confused to tell a story. The man sighed faintly looking for the right vocabulary to explain.
"There are small boils getting bigger day by day. Inhibit work and activity. The doctor suggested a minor surgery." Chris' lips are back together. His face was slightly slanted looking at Ega's face that looked flat.
The palm of Ega's hand itches when one lie again urges the ear. If only his movements were unlimited, Ega happily grabbed hard hair and hit hard shoulders wrapped in cassa cloth. The girl chose silence not to say. Too lazy to argue in the middle of the night. Netra Ega rolled staring at the television, continuing to watch the midnight drama, without serving Chris who was still staring.
The man began to restlessly catch Ega's silent gelagat. Chris had guessed it wasn't easy to lie to Ega. There's no harm, he's trying to cover up while he can. Chris feels this is not his time yet, to tell the story of all the events while Ega chooses to be comfortable in a dream. Her lover has just regained consciousness, one bad news will definitely affect the healing process. Chris does not want Ega to worry more about himself than the health of the girl herself.
"Relin..." Chris called out in a nearly whispered voice.
Ega was still staring at the television turning a deaf ear from Chris' call.
"Relin..."
The girl was still unmoved, breathing slowly and deeply. Closing the eyelids slowly pretends to be asleep, deliberately indifferent from the call of the lover. His heart was upset, angry he knew Chris was lying covering something up.
Chris took a furious breath. Wipe your hair before you talk, "Ok, ok—I tell you a story but you promise not to get mad." Chris finally gave up, staring at the pale face re-opening his eyes.
Ega nodded weakly in response. Stare deeper into Chris' black soot, wishing the man was open and honest with him about anything. Hopefully what he has in mind is not—
"I was shot" said Chris Lamat.
—Ah, right! He already suspected that. "What is this about Dea?" reply Ega curious.
Chris's face bowed deeply, sighing for a while, a small squeeze of Ega's finger on the three long fingertips of the man made Chris nod equally weakly, "Medusa was the mastermind of everything you're going through right now, she tried to kill you. I couldn't accept it, I was ignited emotions wanted to retaliate. She's an acutely sick woman who's released free to roam around." Chris' voice growled furiously, still unable to accept.
Ega stared anxiously at his lover, no other shadow—more shortcuts of horror represent the act of revenge of the man. It's more than that. How could that man act so foolishly!?
"Are you stupid? Why do extreme things without thinking about your safety?" Bemada. Ega's tears are flowing.
Chris wiped Ega's tears. "I'm just acting extreme too for you—my lover." Pressing the word lover hopes Ega understands the meaning of the girl's presence in his life. "For God's sake, he wants to kill you. Do you think my— will be acceptable if you go from my side?" resist emotional turmoil. He felt Ega was very selfish.
Ega shook his head weakly, sobbing. "Don't be silly. You're wounded. Got shot. Lucky for your injured shoulder, what if you lose your life?" his voice is dashed.
Chris rubbed a rough face. Groaning frustration. Do they have to argue at midnight like this? Does Ega still not understand? Or the girl pretended not to understand what Chris meant!.
"Look me all right. That crazy woman almost killed you. Killed you. Do you know what it's like to hear someone you love get into an accident? I wait, longing in the gray worry. Do you know what it's like?" Chris began to blink his eyes, preventing tears from coming down.
The man rubbed his eyelids again. Suppressing hoarse-sounding sounds. "I saw a video of your accident. His sense of this chest tightened, shattered and burned." Staring at Ega full of pain, "Look at the girl I love slammed and hit the asphalt so cruelly." Chris shook his head weakly, "Finding the girl I love lying weakly with tools piercing the flesh, hurting you. Do you think I can think sanely other than retaliate?"
Ega's tears are getting worse. Is he too selfish and stupid to ask Chris to think sane and silent accept destiny just like that. Seeing the man cry was enough to make Ega's chest tight. The sobs of Ega sounded. The golden finger of Ega turned into a weak grip. "Why are you being stupid!?" exclaimed Ega once again he was still upset.
Chris' lips twitched amusedly. The side of the man's long finger faithfully wiped away Ega's tears that slid at the corner of the eye. "Don't cry, I know you're afraid of losing me and love me so much." Saying a confident joke, "Let me do a lot when it comes to you."
Ega snorted as the word seduction slid crammed the ear creeping tingling in the stomach, without being able to resist the small laughter escaped from the mouth gap. "You turned out to be very stupid,"
Without excuse to the bed dwellers. Chris went up and lay there. Hugging her lover's body carefully from the side. Their gazes intertwined, aligning Chris's face whispered affectionately. "Yes, I love you." Peeping Ega temple. The girl blindfolded feeling the boundless love of a Chris for her.
Well, at least let Chris sleep with Ega. Release the delayed miss—so Chris calls it.
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It was too early to make a scene. The hysterical cry of one of the nurseries made the quiet atmosphere of the hospital. Officers and guard sisters ran towards the room.
The door opened, throwing ceramic vases almost hurt the guard's face. Four people there stood stiff. Getting clean and comfortable space is now nothing more than a broken ship. All the things are not in their place, very messy. The woman is rampaging. Shouting hysterically like an infidelity person.
The sound of crying sounds roaring. He sniffles. Hit the chest tight, "THIS IS NOT TRUE, SAY THIS IS NOT TRUE." The woman continued to roar her hair tight, pointing in all directions without knowing what was in front of her.
For God's sake, this reality is too bitter to accept. His body fell among the scattered items. When he heard footsteps. Jessy opened her voice again. "This is not true." The skinny hand was stretched out looking for the body of the owner of the perfume he was very familiar with. "Why are you evil—that doctor must have a personal grudge with me. You're all bad." Crying incessantly, squeezing the man's shirt forcefully.
"Pacify yourself, I've been looking for a donor. The doctor said you could still heal." Clutching tightly Jessy's trembling body.
When the head bobble in Wildan can take off the hook. Observing Jessy who was still down. "Why are you good to me? You can laugh or laugh at me, but please don't break me like this. Give me back my eyes, "Jessy's words are enough to make Wildan's heart cut.
He had to how when the doctor told him about Jessy's vision gone. She can what? In addition to finding a suitable donor for this woman. If he could laugh at Jessy's situation it might have been from the beginning. But his little heart refused, he chose to shed tears in silence. Hating is easy but he chose to lock the hate tightly when he saw the state of the former.
Wildan takes Jessy up to get out of the room. However Jessy refuses to drive Wildan away to leave her alone.
"Jessy, your room is a mess, there's already a guard and the office boy will clean this up."
"A moment, I want to be alone. Don't be so good to me. I don't deserve all your kindness." Jessy came back crying how stupid she was to hurt this man.
"Jessy..."
Fingers rubbed his wet face and smiled. "I beg you, I need it myself."
Wildan took a breath, with a heavy heart he left Jessy to himself first. He thought that the woman, indeed, needed a lot of time to calm down. It must not be easy to accept the cruel fate line.
"Promise me, just for a second. Do not do anything outside the limits. Ok." Wildan's voice still sounded anxious. Jessy was successful in making silence turns out the meaning of this man is more important than anything.
Wildan began to step in a heavy sigh. Tell those who are there to come out for a moment. Closed the door and he could hear screams coming from behind the door.
Lean on the hospital wall. He began to feel restless. Chris came after hearing a commotion from a blind patient. Found Wildan looking down with a slightly puffy face.
"You're not in?" chris asked as they looked.
"She said she wanted to be alone first. I'll just obey, if I force it I'm afraid it's not good." Wildan replied with a gloomy look.
Chris sighed, he slightly glanced at the closed white door. "Jessy must have been devastated,"
"What about Ega? Last night I went to her room, saw you keep kissing her I backed off. Lazy to be a mosquito."
Chris pulled the corner of the lip, "My wife is good. He was upset I lied about this." Pointing to his own shoulders, "I've told you but not all. Hope Jessy can get through this for a while."
Wildan's head nodded, "His destiny is too cruel. Hopefully he can be strong, I don't want anything bad to happen. As much as possible I should get that donor quickly." Wildan looked tired, taking a breath he changed the position of the body.
Chris stunned. He understood Wildan's hidden intentions. Chris is well aware his brother loves Jessy very much. Until Wildan found it hard to tell the difference between pity and caring.
Chris threw out a face, breathing heavily. Glancing at Wildan's action through the tail of the eye. Wildan's body turned to face the hitting wall with a strong fist as well as a hardened face.
Chris patted Wildan's shoulder. "You can definitely. What to see—at least we peek at him what is he doing?!"
Wildan agreed, he thought twenty minutes was enough to make Jessy calm. Slowly he opened the door. Chris held his breath catching keadaa super messy room.
A sense of relief was present in Wildan's heart, seeing Jessy sleep curled up on the bed against her back to the door without a pillow, bed sheet or blanket. Wildan went in first. Chris held off an office boy as he passed in front of the room. Tell them to clean the room.
"Jessy." Baritone Wildan shrieked with a bowed body hugging the woman's body.
Chris froze catching the odd thing in front of him. Stepping smooth, Ega's lover gasped, upon seeing the blood splay on the patient's shirt Jessy. There was only a small droplet on the floor, the woman slashed the veins hide the hands on the stomach. His blood flowed pooled in the bed and gave another color to the shirt.
Jessy's face was pale, the woman's body was no longer reacting. Wildan was still hugging Jessy's lifeless body. Keep crying and ignoring the blood that gave the other color in his white shirt.
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