I Love You Brother

*Episode 17's

Yola felt her head hit with a hard object, as the Lord mentioned Hanas' name while looking up at the nun who was standing straight at the door of the room. In addition, my loving gaze was shown God while looking at the sister.

"Are you okay, Hanas?" ask the god while he is awake from his seat.

"I .. I'm like the Lord now sees. It's fine and can start a job." Hanas spoke in a happy tone. Different from the Hanas that the Gods met a few days ago.

"Thank God for that" said Dewa, intending to approach. He even forgot about Yola's presence in the room.

Seeing that, Yola did not want to stay silent. After all, the God was her husband. The one he loved with all his heart. The pain should not be asked again. It was definitely lodged in Yola's heart at this moment. But, he tried to endure the pain with all his might so as not to be seen by anyone.

"Ouch!" Yola shouted loudly while holding her hand.

Instantly, all the attention of the people who were there was focused on Yola. The god who wanted to get close to Hanas, now also canceled his intention. Hurrying, he approached his adoptive sister with a panicked face.

"What's up, Yolan? What was? What's that hurting?" ask the Lord in a panicked tone.

"Yes God! Little miss why else is this?" tanya Erni also put on a panicked face.

"Doctor! Get doctors!" said the Lord with a high tone.

"Hottest! Please call the doctor!"

Hanas, who was silent at the door, was inevitably forced to drag his feet away from the room. The panicked face of God made his heart slashed with pain not a headache.

Although he originally intended to avenge that heartache and intended to erase the love for the Gods. But still, it was not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Love is not easily forgotten.

"Yolan. Tell me what's sick?" god asked as he stroked softly the hair of Yola who was bowing her face while continuing to hold the left hand wrapped in bandages.

"Silver and hot, brother God. Oh, it hurts so much." Yola said with a sad face.

"Hold, Yolan. Hold on a minute."

"Here and there, let me blow-blown right so that the heat can be slightly eased," said Dewa while holding Yola's hand gently.

Then, he blew Yola's hand lovingly. To be honest, he loved his foster sister very much. How not, since childhood, he took care with all his heart. Always trying to make Yola happy at all costs. Always give up if there is a problem. And always accept the trouble Yola made. Admitting the mistake Yola made was her fault.

It's just, when the affection as a sister was changed by marriage. He found it very difficult to accept that fact. Because of the affection in his heart, it was written as a sister. How could he change that?

But, in fact, the marriage would not be carried out if Yola also did not agree. The marriage took place, and still she maintained, because she knew, Yola accepted the marriage wholeheartedly. In fact, Yola was happy with the marriage.

Annas returns with a doctor. The doctor who previously treated Yola's hands.

Seeing the doctor's arrival, Dewa immediately asked the doctor to check the state of his sister's hand. Obviously, with an anxious face and a panicked tone.

"Doctor please! Please check on Yolan, Doc!" said the god while holding tightly to the doctor's shoulder.

"Propathetical. Please calm down. Let me check his hand."

"Do your best, Doc. Please my brother."

The doctor checked Yola's hand. Repeating what he really doesn't need to do. Because actually, Yola's hand is fine. Alias, Yola only pretended to be sick from wanting to be noticed by the Gods.

"Looks, this lady's hand is fine already. It's fine" the doctor said as he left Yola.

"really? Is what the doctor said true?"

"Of course, yes. Because I have handled many cases similar to the one this lady experienced. In fact, there are even worse. He's already fine. Just waiting to heal."

'Damn doctor! He could have said that to the Lord's sister, ' said Yola inwardly with an annoyed face.

"Yes, brother of God. Judging from the bandage alone can be guessed, if the injury is not severe. Just a minor injury. Brother Dewa doesn't need to be that sweet. He will not do anything, Hanas said, adding in a tone of ridicule.

"Yolan is not the same as women in general, Hanas. Her skin is too sensitive. That's why, I was feeling so anxious just now."

Instantly, Hanas' happy face turned resentful back. As for Yola, she was so happy to be able to openly defend herself by the Gods.

"Oh, it's appropriate that the Lord's brother is so anxious. It turns out that his sister's skin is so sensitive" Hanas said, emphasizing his sister's words as she spoke.

It felt upset in Yola's heart when she heard Hanas say that.

'This guy wants what the hell? What a real war?' yola asked inwardly with a sharp look towards Hanas.

"Oh yes, have you given the prescription drugs, sister?" the doctor asked him to break up Hanas' conversation with the Gods.

"Sorry, Doc. Not yet."

"If not, give it to me. There's a drug I need to change. Because if this lady has sensitive skin, then there's some medicine she shouldn't be taking."

"Here, Doc." Hanas handed over the recipe that he had grasped earlier.

"Come with me! You take all the medicine for this lady" the doctor told Hanas.

Hanas was annoyed. But he could not refuse what the doctor said. Because as an apprentice sister, she did not have the courage to fight, let alone make a move in this hospital. If you don't want her dream of becoming a nun just dashed.

Hanas then followed the doctor into his room. After rewriting the prescription medication for Yola, the doctor immediately asked Hanas to take the medication according to what he had written.

Just then, the evil idea of hurting Yola suddenly appeared in Hanas's mind.

"Dok, let's bring all this paper to throw in the trash," Hanas said while taking a prescription for the drug earlier.

"Please. But be careful, don't change it."

"Yes, Doc."

'Carefully exchanged? Take it easy, doctor. It won't be exchanged. But ... I did trade it deliberately, ' Hanas said inwardly with a smile.

Hanas then took the medicine written in the first recipe, while the second recipe, he threw it into the trash. Smiling happily triumphantly. He brought the medicine to give to the gods.