Hold on or let go!

Eps 143s

Sakti is on his way to the hospital. Because of changing shifts with his partner, he had to leave so early.

As he entered the hospital gate, he saw the girl who had bumped into him last night at the restaurant with a middle-aged woman.

After taking the parking card, Sakti walked over to the girl who was none other than Sabrina.

"Sabrin!", call Sakti.

The one who felt called his name immediately looked.

"Sakti doctor, call her nanggung really sir. That's Sabrina, or Brina can."

Sakti smiled faintly. Sabrina melted seeing the smile of a typical doctor with dimples on one of her cheeks.

"Alright, Brina!", reset Sakti.

"Heum, yes doc. So much better."

The middle-aged woman who was with Sabrina was confused to see her son seemed familiar with a person she called a doctor.

"You want to check on your mother?", asked Sakti.

Sabrina nodded quickly.

"Alhamdulillah, there is a fortune. Last night I got arisan, enough to treat mom. So, while buying a drug that's better than the doctor saw last night."

This girl eleven twelve equal anika, easy familiar.

"Alhamdulillah, I am happy. Yes, you just ask the mother to register first. I'm going to my room."

"Yes doc!", Sabrina said briefly. Sakti also left two women of different ages.

"Brin, where do you know the doctor?" asked his mother.

"In the restaurant where Brina works, ma'am."

"It's not your boyfriend, is it?"

"Huh mother, there's-there's just. Yes no ma'am, where would the doctor Sakti like Brina who is just a waitress restaurant. We're difficult people, ma'am. Brina won't fantasize too high. Brina's focus now, is only on mom's health."

Sabrina's mother smiled faintly. She felt guilty, as long as she was sick it was always a burden on her daughter. Without them knowing, it turns out Sakti returned to where the mother and child stood. His intention was to tell Sabrina to directly register as a Sakti patient. Not yet there, Sakti heard Sabrina's low self-esteem like that. I don't know why Sakti's feelings suddenly flushed. There are still those who consider social inequality to be a barrier to one's relationships.

Sakti cancels his intention of approaching Sabrina. He chose to tell the receptionist to refer the patient who was so appointed to be referred to his room. The receptionist agreed.

Sakti smiled towards her room. As per the orders, the receptionist referred Sabrina's mother to Sakti's doctor.

Sabrina demanded that her mother enter the magic room. Because it might still be morning, there was no meaningful queue.

"Excuse me doc!", Sabrina gave her greetings as she and her mother entered her room. Sabrina's mother also consulted with a doctor. It turned out to be so friendly to Sabrina's mother. They were so familiar as they had known each other for so long. The consultation and examination session was over. Sabrina and her mother also say goodbye to immediately redeem the medicine Sakti gave.

"Oh yes, Brin. May I have your phone number?", asked Sakti. Sabrina knitted her two eyebrows together.

"What did Doc do?''

"Make it in storage. Maybe one day you will need a health consultation. Can you please, ma'am?", asked Sabrina's mother.

Crazy Lo Sakti! Shame you've broken up? Why ask for Sabrina's mobile number? Wear the same permission from her mother! Milky Way.

"Eummm.iya doc, where's the doctor's phone. Let me type!", said Sabrina. Sakti also held out her phone. Sabrina was a little awkward when her fingers accidentally touched Sakti's fingers. Sabria's hands shook, not because she was in love but for the first time she touched a phone that expensive.

"Kok silent Brin?", asked Sakti.

"Heheh maap doc, suddenly I tremor hold hape expensive. The doctor gave me my number."

"OK, you name it!", Pinta Sakti. Sabrina also mentioned her mobile number. After a few seconds, Sabrina's phone vibrated.

"Have you come in?", asked Sakti.

"Huh? What?", asked Sabrina. Sakti rubbed his temple plan.

"My number is Sabrina. Look at your phone."

Sabrina patted her own head, salting ciiin. His mother shook her head in embarrassment to see her daughter suddenly lag it.

Sabrina took the phone in her jacket pocket. Then she smiled sweetly.

"Dok already!"

"Yes Brin, you have to work again, right? I want it at nine. You're leaving soon."

"Yes Mom. Yes, doc, we'll excuse you. Thank you!" said Sabrina.

"Either. May you recover soon, ma'am!", said Sakti to Sabrina's mother.

Both of them came out of the room. After the mother and child were discharged, the following patients entered. Sakti is back to being friendly.

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I'm still lounging on the back porch. Febri's words were still ringing in his ears. Does it have to be like this? Isn't this not worth talking about?

I'm still Alby's wife's legitimate!

I leaned my back against a wall that was pretty cold. The rain drops accompanied my morning.

What's Alby doing there? Has he been kinder to Silvy since I left?

It's nine in the morning. To sleep again was not possible, it was still too early. Breakfast was finished an hour ago. I decided to go into my room again. Someone knocked on the living room door. I picked up the hijab I was pouring at the door, then hurriedly put it on.

"Assynogaic"

"Walaikumsalam", I opened the door. I saw the expedition officer wearing the black blue uniform on the doorstep.

"Is this really Shabia Ayu's mother's house?", the courier asked.

"Yes, I'm alone."

Subhanallah, nie the saucy guy huh? Really mothers? Nyesel the Agus did not want to come down from the car. Inner the courier.

"Oh, this is Ma'am I want to drop off the bike package."

"Yeah, let me sign first. Just get off my bike."

The courier also asked his friend for help to lower the motorbike from the car.

"Thank you!", I returned the proof of his receipt and I slipped a piece of blue money.

"Mom, this...?"

"Build buy a cigarette. Thanks!", I said. The courier left my yard.

I looked at my hard-earned motor when I was working at the minimarket first. Remains of memories that are quite meaningful I went through together...eh??? Even Febri, Sakti and Alby have been together to use this bike with me first.

Oh God, this is my life!