Love For Beautiful Nurse

Rayhan POV

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At that time.I remember about 1 year ago. I was rushed to the hospital. For the first time in more than 1 year, my illness did not recur.

I was assisted by 2 of my loyal friends, Bagas and Doni.

They took me to the hospital.

That day, there was a female nurse who handled me.

"Excuse me sir, I'm holding to check? ", said the nurse.

The nurse was young, she was polite. Just this time I saw a nurse who asked permission to hold her patient for examination. And she's. beautiful.

I just nodded my head. Too weak to just say the word 'yes'. My eyes were closed, as I was enduring the pain in my stomach.

I vaguely heard someone say my name.

" What's up, Ray? ", that's the word I heard.

" Temporary diagnosis of peptic ulcers, doc ".

Doc. That means it's a doctor's voice. And the one who answered was not one of my best friends, but the nurse's voice.

Ray. Why is the same.

I can't think long about that call. I felt a great drowsiness, and I heard nothing more. Maybe they gave me some kind of sedative, so I wouldn't feel this pain in my stomach.

At night, I started to wake up. Maybe the effect of the medicine is gone. I saw my mama talking to Bagas.

" lady.. ".

" Ray.you are sober dear", said the mother with great relief.

"Where, does it still hurt ? ", ask mama.

I just shook my head slowly. Bagas went to call the doctor. Before long, a doctor and a beautiful nurse came. They checked me again.

'Beautiful nurse', yes since I first saw her I like to call her 'Beautiful nurse '. My call in my heart, of course. 😁.

I caught a glimpse of the name tag attached to the nurse's veil 'Raya Husna'.

*Pantes alone the doctor called him 'Ray'.

Eh. but usually the doctors will call the nurse and the other one according to the profession. This is immediately his name.It is as familiar as the doctors and nurses here, or...*

My daydreams ran out when the beautiful doctor and nurse left.

" Mama, come home, rest at home. Let Ray, Bagas the nemenin ".

She looked at me, as if asking for my approval. I also nodded.

" Yes ma, Ray was better.just still lemes aja ", I said convincing mama not to worry anymore.

" Yes, my mom came home first thing tomorrow morning Mama's here again", mama rubbed my arm.

" You work tomorrow, right? ", this time, my mother turned her eyes to Bagas.

Bagas nodded and smiled sweetly towards mama.

" Don't be sweetened smile ", said I who happened to be compact with my mother.

" Mommy won't say with that" continued mama indifferent.

Mama kissed my forehead. Bagas and I kissed the back of my mom's hand in turn. My mother left after greeting me.

My friends are very close to my family. They called my parents the same name as me, mama-papa.

My mom is not just a parent to me. He can also position himself as a friend, friend and can even be the toughest rival. What cannot be underestimated, Mama can be a prosecutor and judge who will not be indiscriminate in passing sentences on us, if indeed we are guilty according to him. Remember yes 'according to him'.

Whatever it is, thank God we and my mother never had any hatred. Any punishment from mama we will live even with grunts.

Why just 'we and mama', because papa insyaAllah has calmed down 'there'.

At that time, my uncle was already over 10 years old. His wife died after 1 year of giving birth to their son.

Now my uncle is my father. Hmm I think it should be the title of the novel yaa 😁.

I have 2 younger siblings, 1 male father with me and 1 female born after my mother married my uncle. And an older brother who is also my cousin, my uncle's son.

I have 4 friends, since Junior High, thank God until now.

They're Bagas, Doni, Alan and Akbar. Of us all only Alan lives far away, he is now in Jakarta.

Back to the hospital.

Bagas is accompanying me tonight.

"Rey, how can it recur? ".Ask Bagas who is curious about my pain.

" Gas bias.You know for yourself how do I ", I said lirih.

" Yes, but what g can you refuse ". Bagas was getting upset. Due to my bad taste, it brought me to end here.

" I refused, but he put the shrimp on the plate... ",A,

" That soda truck" Bagas quickly wrote my sentence.

" When I spiced up Alma nyodorin was a drink nearby. I thought water was white. I drink straight away, don't know soda ".

I replied with a little annoyance, because my words were cut off earlier.

" Just a mouthful, my stomach is already hot. I say I call you that ". I raised my hand, as Bagas would interrupt my talk again. Habits are indeed the child, if you are curious again not patience.

In silence, he looked at me expecting a question mark...

" He forced me to taste the shrimp, waiting for him. He said it was his cooking. New menu restaurant ".

I explained everything, answering Bagas' facial expression earlier.

Hufftt, Bagas breathed a sigh of relief, now his best friend is fine.

I had to stay in the hospital for two days, with my hands connected to the infusion tube. Now I'm allowed to go home. Alhamdulillahot.

I came home without seeing or saying goodbye to a beautiful nurse.

Wait.I'm like I've seen that nurse's face, but I don't know where...

••••

One day I had business to Jogja. I went with Bagas and my brother, Raka. Our plan there is only 3 days, but because there is a little obstacle finally molested so 1 week.

And that day we must go home soon. Because tomorrow at noon I have an event, accompanying my students in a taekwondo match. We also took the night train.

On the way home, I unexpectedly sat next to my beautiful nurse, he he. At first I didn't realize it. I also invited him to chat throughout the trip Jogja-Surabaya. Though usually I never talk atopun just a pleasantries to new people.

I think my trip this time feels more fun, than before that only accompanied by guys gesrek. Who else.if not my best friend.

Actually ever since that unexpected encounter on the train, I felt a different feeling. I don't know what, especially if I see Raya's face. But I don't really care about it. Right now I have stored a photo of him in my HP. I obtained it secretly by photographing him while he was sleeping in the train carriage that night.

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alhamdulillah.eventually can be up again..

all the time, all the time, all of you,,

sorry I just got up,,

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