I'm Not an Actor

He also can't be with Devan mas,,,,, or,,,,

Yoga has been in the hospital for three days. His condition is starting to improve.

We've asked the doctor to take care of her so Yoga can go home tomorrow. The day after tomorrow is our wedding day.

The doctor objected. Doctors recommend to hold the qobulnya ijab in the outpatient room only.

Yoga continues to try to convince doctors by feeling as if it has improved greatly. I know that Yoga still hurts.

Because of the strong desire of Yoga finally the doctor gave permission to go home. But Yoga has to control for two more days.

All preparations for H day have been handled by the mother assisted by Dance. Because I've been taking full care of yoga for three days.

Fortunately I have good people who always help me.

Tonight was the last time Yoga and I slept in the hospital. I've started preparing Yoga stuff.

Not too many, just a few clothes. Because Yoga doesn't bother to take this and that.

There are some snacks I haven't eaten. Mother and father brought it here during Yoga. He said he bought Andi's mas.

"Would you like a snack, Ga?" tanyaku while brandishing a snack towards Yoga.

"No. Just make you. I just want to smoke."

I laughed crazily. Yoga must have been so tormented these three days of not being able to smoke.

Yesterday he had a cigarette in the bathroom. But it continued to be discovered that the nurse finally had her cigarette confiscated by the nurse.

I remember the old school days. Many boys were caught by the headmaster because they were caught smoking.

Their cigarettes were confiscated. Then they were dried until they went home from school. One of them may include yoga.

"Why laugh?" tanya Yoga looked at me. His face looks like Bete.

"Not smoking in the bathroom anymore? Is that pretty good stuff? I'll wait at the door. Let me tell you that the nurse came" I replied, laughing.

"Don't bother me. Watch out for you when I can stand. I'm gonna let you pee in your pants!" Yoga mak bete.

"Therefore I dare to menggeledekin you, mumpung you can not bales. Weeekk." I stick out my tongue. Then laugh.

A nurse suddenly came in.

"Sorry, Mom. Can his voice be reduced? Fear of disturbing others."

"Sukurin's. Omelin just that, Sus. From that day on ngeledekin her husband continues" said Yoga.

I glared towards Yoga. Instead of standing up for me, she told the nurse to scold me.

And I was even more surprised when Yoga said she was cheating on her husband. Ijab has not yet made me a husband.

"Yes sorry, Sus." The nurse closed the door again.

I think it's funny that we both are. A few days in the hospital, several times reprimanded. Just like the old school days.

"Ga. You used to be often shocked by the principal huh?" my many. At school I did not pay much attention to Yoga.

I rarely hang out with male friends. My best friends were just girls. They are not favorite girls either.

I'm lazy to hang out with girls who fuss. Because of the weight of the car. They like to hang out in cafes. I love the road to the mall. Not to mention their exaggerated and competing appearances.

I prefer mediocre friends. That's why I'm not so close to yoga. Just know him because we were in a class.

Yoga is quite handsome, many loved by girls who ngetop in school. Even as a snatch.

I dare not compete with them. It is better to save and mop up my love for Yoga.

After all, both my parents forbade me and my brother from dating while still in school.

They say it's a pity that the beautiful High School moments are only spent with a girlfriend.

I will have no memories of other friends. It even makes us a kuper. Because if you already have a boyfriend, certainly not free to hang out.

There is also a point in my parents opinion. I don't want to think about just one person.

"Sometimes what often?"

"Sometimes too." Yoga laughed, but closed his mouth with both hands.

Do not let the nurse come again because of our noise.

"Sstt.the nurse came here again. You want to get stamped? You will be told to stand in that corner until morning."

I pointed towards the corner.

"It's okay. Who knows if the nurse's gonna hold me till morning."

I glared again towards Yoga. Yoga is laughing again.

"Yes sleep here, let me not be shocked." Yoga shifted her body a little.

"Where's enough?"

"Enough. Your body is small. So we can hug till morning."

"Don't be weird. We're not legal, Ga."

"You're just sleeping together. Not weird." Yoga raised two of his fingers a sign of peace.

"No ah. Narrow, Ga."

I always try to resist, Yoga just keep pushing.

"Come on. Ride here."

"Ga. We're not legitimate. It's not good if they see." I just keep refusing.

"They won't know. They know we're husband and wife."

I still refuse. And stepped onto the sofa and wrapped my body tightly.

Yoga is still mocked by pretending to whine. I know it's just a joke. So I ignored it until I fell asleep.

Five o'clock in the morning I just woke up. My body feels all sore. Three nights of sleeping on the couch made my body unable to move freely.

I see Yoga still sleeping. I went to the bathroom and took ablution. There is still time for dawn prayers.

When I finished praying, I saw Yoga was awake.

"Wake up, huh?" my many.

"Udah. Here's.look at."

I glared towards Yoga. Must be what the others mean.

"Morning is over. Come prepare. We'll be home by noon."

I folded my face. Two nurses came to the room. They opened all the windows of the room and rubbed off on Yoga.

"Later in the afternoon, Mom?" ask one of the nurses.

"Yes so, Sus. Just watch his father. The cure should not be too late, so that the scars of the operation dry quickly. And don't be too tired, sir?"

"Ready, Sister." As always, Yoga teases those nurses even in front of me. His nosy soul always thrashed when he saw beautiful girls.

I just grunt. Not upset but just surprised. Make sure you don't cross.

"Ga. Where are we going?" I just remembered about that. No way, I haven't stayed at home.

"To your house, huh?" answer Yoga memelas.

Well loh. I am confused to answer how. If Yoga goes home, then who will take care of it.

Yoga cannot do anything on its own.