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After entering the taxi online. He leaned his head against the window of the car. His eyes straight out, I don't know what he saw.
On the way home, he kept daydreaming. His mind cannot escape from a single name. Rayhan, say hello again.....
*Hopefully Ray is fine. You can do that until he relapses, what he eats. Why not care about your own health.
Self alone is not noticed, not loved.how mo attention and love to others....*. That sentence that currently exists in the mind of Raya.
"Hufft.. why do I think of him ", muttered Raya slowly, sangaaatttt slowly.
Raya breathed a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes. Until the taxi driver's call stopped his daydream.
"Mbak !!". The taxi driver's voice was rather high. Because he had called Raya three times, but there was no response.
"Eh. i yes sir, what's the matter sir ?"
"At the address mbak ".
"Yes sir. How many sir ?".
"Sorry, as per the application ".
"Oh yes. Sorry sir, again focus ". Very grinning, "Thank you sir ".
"Sama-sama.
Be careful mb, focus down ". It's smirking again. Smirking again.
Arriving at the dormitory, he was startled by someone's call. Not even his feet stepped into the gate.
"Suster !".
The voice sounded familiar to his ears, but he forgot who the owner of the voice was.
"Great Suster ". Call that guy again.
When Raya looked towards the source of the sound...
*Eh. in Bima. O Allah. I must avoid him *. Inner Kingdom.
"Eh. mas Bima ". Greet Raya with a forced smile.
"What's up ?". Tanya Raya's.
"Nothing happened to pass by and watch you get out of the car.
Raya just o-o and nodded slowly.
"Emm.. I'm sorry, I'm sorry ?!".
"Eh. wait for the nurse", prevent Bima.
"Mas, if you're outside the hospital, call him a name !". Raya's a little upset. He does not like to be called 'sister' if outside his work environment. Even though he can't force it on everyone.
"Yes, sorry. Can we talk first?", Pinta Bima.
"Sorry, but I'm just balek ". Trying to resist without offending Bima.
"About a minute, or later tonight, if you're tired now ".
"What do you want to talk about ?".
*D**from later tonight, can be long chat. Yes, not pa-pa. Hopefully not long *. Inner Kingdom.
"We go there, let's have a nice chat ". Bia pointed to a tent stall.
"But I'm in for a second, aren't I ?".
Raising her luggage. He kept his groceries first.
Bima smiled and lifted her right thumb.
A few minutes later.
"What are you talking about ?".
They had just arrived and were sitting on a row of benches the seller had provided.
"Sir, the cendol is two yes ".
Bima ordered a drink, he did not answer Raya's question.
Raya sighed. *It seems that only the reason for Bima aja dech *.
"Mas .._", has not finished talking and has been cut by Bima.
"I'm sorry, there's really no special obrolam. I just want to meet you. Ordinary talk ". Raya just shut up.
"No pa-pa, right ??. Raya nodded with her forced smile.
*Can.. really, just a la san*, can only be said in the heart.
"Why Ray, I'm being honest ".
"He he, no pa-pa kok mas ".
"Where were you from ?".
They began to enjoy the cold sandalwood that had just been delivered by the seller.
"From the wedding ceremony ".
"On your own, g bring that ?".
"No ". Very short answer.
"Why ? you don't have a girlfriend ?".
"Gak" he answered while screwing cendol.
"Why don't you take me ".
"Uhuk... uhuk.", choking on her Kingdom.
"Eh. be careful Ray. Because of what I said, right ??". Bima asked with a high level of intelligence.
"I'm sorry, huh ?" said again.
*Tuuuhhh.. Actually, my greeting is *. Milky.
Momentary silence.
Raya hurriedly finished her drink. And....
"Sorry, if I say yes ? it's out of the morning ".
"It's not pa-pa. But laen talked again, huh ?!".
"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you ". Connect Bima.
"Yes, inshaAllah mas. First yes to ". Bima nodded.
Raya returned to her dorm safely.
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The next day, in the hospital canteen.
Raya with Dita is enjoying her break. They want to eat something that is not heavy but also not light. Their choice.
"I'm a cool one, you wait there Ray" said Dita, pointing to an empty table near the window ".
"Sweep buk", replied Raya with her candlestick.
just sat down...
"Great Suster ".
Suddenly someone greeted him.
"Can I join ?".
"Eh. Doctor Sinta, may doong. Please dok !".
"Yes, thanks. But I'm pesen food first ya ". Raya nodded with a smile adorning her lips.
"Ehemm "'s ".
Raya turned her head to the side, looking at the source of the sound.
*Aduuuuhh *. Inner Kingdom behind his smile, which was forced.
"Can you sit here ?".
No words came out of his mouth...
"May you sir. Come on, please !".
Dita who answers Bima's question.
Shortly thereafter dr. Sinta also came with a bowl of his chicken soto.
"Hey Bim, tumben eat here ?".
"Ck, you sin. Not the tumben, but you who never saw me here ".
"Oh yeah ?". Said dr. Sinta relaxed while enjoying her soto which is still somewhat hot.
"Hmmm- ". Answer Bima briefly.
*I think I can eat together with Raya. Ee. Patience Bim sabaaarrr, laen kali can certainly be *. Bima encourages himself in the heart.
The food has come. He ate and looked at the person in front of him. He Raya.
Raya that was looked at since then began to be uncomfortable. His appetite is gone. But he had to keep eating, replenishing his energy. Because there will be a schedule to help the operation.
°°°°
Days pass. It's been a few weeks.
Almost every day at rest. Bima always accompanied Raya. Either eat or just enjoy a warm drink during the night work hours. Working hours are changing. Errata.. not accompany, but rather interfere.
Yes, for Raya it is disturbing. Because he is not comfortable if he has to face men, other than his father. Especially those that have nothing to do with it.
Different from Bima. He considers it a mood booster for him, and adds to his appetite. Remember, Bima was not only sitting and eating in front of Raya, but he was also looking at Raya.
Today Bima looked wildly looking for someone. Who else, if not Raya.
He finally approached the table occupied by someone he knew very well.
"Himself ?". Sapa bima's.
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