Grandma's Choice (Mad Doctor )

Failed to focus

Idris loosened his arms.Now they faced each other, Idris rubbed Za's tears that soaked her cheeks.

"Already, don't cry!. Call him no doctor, call me mas, just." Za nodded.

"sorry"

"Well, I'm sorry, anyway!"

"Yes, I'm sorry!, if Za is already this big, but still a crybaby" as he wiped the remaining tears that still wet his cheeks with both hands.

Dihhh, really, gems, yeah. Astaghfirullah, Dris!, patient Dris, patient. Well, if later in the gini position, my brain can be rich with Sam.

"So, papa, that's natural. The woman was very fond of feeling, so she was easily crying. Sometimes from the cry, women are calming down, or strengthening themselves, but do not know how, until the tears that speak. Not because they are whiny." said Doctor Idris while rubbing the head of Za covered with hijab.

Deg ... Deg ... Deg ....

My heart rate is beating so badly. Then it was a strange feeling, a feeling I had thrown away, long ago. A feeling I never even wanted to feel again.

This warm, soothing feeling that made me almost numb, is now present again, and in itself pulls the corner of my lips to create a sickle curve named smile.

I smiled, with my hands still wiping the tops of her head, while Za looked comfortable with what I was doing. And those lips ... Smiling accompanied by a pink veil on her cheeks.

I immediately diverted my hand from the top of his head. Scratching the nape that does not itch. really, salting, well.

Then Za said goodbye leaving me with a feeling that is not hidden. A heart that did not stop beating, as if it had run out of the marathon, a face that heated up, maybe a pink veil also appeared on my cheek, and lips that did not want to stop smiling.

Am I in love?

While in Za's kitchen, clutching his chest.trying to control himself, he took a slow breath and exhaled, he did it repeatedly, but still, he could not control the corner of his lips not to smile.

Oh, God, may I love him!

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Idris is back in the hospital. Some sisters still tease him, some congratulate him on his marriage, some are blatantly speaking unwillingly if his idol doctor belongs to someone else, some even offer to become actors. Idris smiled and responded. Huh, you human!.

Just sitting in his great chair, Idris was surprised by the figure without greetings. Well, who else if not Sam.

"Waalaikumussalam" said Idris quipped.

"Oh, yeah." Sam turned out of the room. Seconds next.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Assalamualaikum" with a sweet smile.

Yes, god .... Sin not, anyway, tucker his own friend the same pot. kepingin nuker try.

"Astaghfirullah" Idris sighed.

"Eh, uh, waalaikumussalam, that's not Astaghfirullah!"

"Goddessalam!" he said a little annoyed without looking at Sam.

"Nonsensely" Sam sat himself in the chair.

Idris glanced at Sam. "What's wrong?"

Sam looked at Idris, refuting his chin with one hand and the eyebrows he raised lowered.

"Giman the newlyweds?, where is your relationship?"

"have a grasp-pe ...."

Plaque ....

Idris hits Sam on the head with a roll of paper and stands out from his room.

"Aw!" Sam complained of pain, in his hands the head that had been persecuted by his friend.

"Woy, where are you going!!?" the half yelled.

"Trial check" Idris replied without turning his head.

"Sick!" pissed off.

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How do you move forward with the relationship? our people were still sleeping separately, even after the incident that morning, did not necessarily make us like husband and wife. Getting married to a teenager isn't easy.

Idris checks the patient's heart rate using a stethoscope. His eyes fixed on the patient, while his heart and mind sailed somewhere. Until without realizing it, he directed the stethoscope not on the patient's heart, but the patient's mouth.

"Em, um" the patient had trouble speaking.

Idris realized, in the face of the patient he was handling.

"Astaghfiullah!" he fell asleep, and immediately pulled a stethoscope that he accidentally stuck in his patient's mouth.

"Sorry, Mom, sorry!" sorry about the Doctor.

"Well" the patient breathed.

"One more time, I'm sorry, ma'am" the doctor said he regretted it.

"Yes, no papa, really, Doc. But next time don't use a stethoscope, use it Doc" the middle-aged woman pressed her lips forward and looked at my lips.

I shuddered in horror at him and then smiled awkwardly.

"Why is this doctor? dauntless? handsome, kok, kalau, udahdeh just aja that make dalau mah, there are still many, kok, which can make comfortable Doc, one of them, yes, I" his advice without asking, kok, accompanied by a big smile that showed his missing teeth one, in the middle as well.

"I am a widow, Dok said, the widow of flowers" again he promoted himself, in the company of proud laughter.

'well, this is the family's wrong hospital, rich ni mother should be brought to RSJ not here.' Inner Idris.

"Excuse me Doc" said one of the sisters behind her.

"Well"

"Where's Doc? is his mother improving? if we want to take it back to RSJ"

'there, it's crazy mom!' he said back in his heart.

"Yes, sus, it's getting better, really. Please if you want to bring it again"

"Sorry, well, Doc, so trouble the Doctor here. You see, there's no heart specialist at RSJ."

"It's our job, sus"

Then they took the mother, while the mother thrashed not to be taken away.

"I want to be here, my handsome doctor help me!, I don't want to be separated from you!" whining is like a child.

"Huh" Indria exhaled.

Oh, my God, I failed to focus!

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Idris returned home, out of the car he did not go straight in, he mounted himself first in the seat in front of Za's house.

Recalling the incident at the hospital, Idris ruffled his hair.

" disgraceful!" idris seemed frustrated.

'Gapain thought, anyway, Dris, besides the mother was also not sane. Duh, really, my head is so dizzy!'

Idris walked over, knocking on the door. And before long Za opened it, Za kissed the back of her hand, honestly eager to reply with a kiss on Za's forehead, and stroked her cheek. But .. ah already.

"Eat, yu! mas laper" took me to Za, afraid he hasn't eaten like the other day.

"Za is ...."

"Company, mas!" he smiled, and immediately headed towards the dining table preparing the food.

"You also eat, well, Mas, it's not good to eat alone" well, want to ask in the menu to eat aja pake ngeboong even though previously also every day eating alone.

Somehow Za's cooking that usually feels good, this time it feels bland, my tongue seems numb, the head gets dizzy, and my body temperature rises, but it feels cold.

'Don't let me have a fever' Idris's in a monologue.

After his Idris lay down on the bed, hoping it would improve after a short rest, but the more night, he shivered, covered his body with a blanket, until the sweat soaked his body.

seriate....