LOVE THE RECEPTIONIST

17. Sprained

Monaliza tried to get out of her bed by lowering her left leg first. After feeling his footing is strong enough he then lowered his right leg which still feels very painful because it sprained, then began to move his legs slowly towards the bathroom.

Bruckkk!

Dirga who was cleaning her hands in the sink was surprised to hear a loud noise, like a large object falling. The soap in his hand was still not clean properly, yet he had already rushed out of the toilet to see what was going on.

"Monaliza?!" Dirga quickly approached Monaliza who fell on the floor over the mini trash that broke because of the weight of her body.

"How did you fall like this?" dirga asked while helping Monaliza to stand up.

"Sick sir," complained Monaliza pointing to her right ankle that had swelled from last night. He sat on the floor straightening his right leg.

Dirga watched Monaliza's ankle as the girl pointed with her finger, "your leg sprained?" dirga asked a glance at Monaliza's face that was grimacing in pain.

"Yes" said Monaliza.

"Why don't you tell me you can't walk alone to the bathroom, so I can help you" said Dirga, grumbling as she sat crouched down in front of Monaliza.

"Hold on, I'll massage the little veins in your ankle area," Dirga began to squeeze through Monaliza's swollen ankle, looking for the wrong veins from her path to justify it.

Monaliza's face increasingly grimaced with pain, due to the pressure from Dirga's fingers on her swollen legs.

"Fast your ankles and be prepared" Dirga ordered.

Prafft! Prafft! Prafft!

"Aw! Aww! Aww!" Monaliza's throat tightened, as Dirga pulled her ankle, then turned left and right several times, after finishing massaging. The girl's reddened face endured the excruciating pain on her right ankle. Her tears did not feel coming out.

"Hows it? Does it still hurt?" ask Dirga after doing the action without feeling guilty.

Monaliza moved her right ankle slowly, her face that had been grimacing now began to smile," was quite a pack, not as sick as before," said Monaliza staring at Dirga with a happy face, she said, while wiping his tears that seeped his chips.

"Here I help you to the bathroom, your right leg is still swollen is not forced to walk for a while," Dirga lifted Monaliza's body with both hands to the bathroom.

Monaliza's heart was pounding, a position as close as this had never been imagined by her before. For a long time, he had admired this man who was carrying him.

Monaliza looked at Dirga's face on top, although the fine hairs on her face had not been shaved, in Monaliza's eyes, the man still looked charming and admirable.

He often stole a glance every time Dirga came early to the office and passed in front of the reception desk where he worked, as well as in the afternoon. Even Monaliza was willing to prepare herself far a few minutes earlier to rush through all her work, she said, so that when Dirga passed in front of him he could freely look and admire every movement of the man who walked across in front of him by never feeling bored.

Either must feel happy or how, but the disaster that befell him made Monaliza can be close to the man she admired since the first day she worked as a receptionist at the company Surya Automotive.

Dirga lowered Monaliza's body slowly from her sling, when both were in the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Monaliza immediately cleaned her body, because from last night she did not shower. To be honest he was embarrassed, it was possible that the man he admired had smelled his unpleasant scent. What can I do, make it.

Monaliza pegged herself briefly in front of the toilet mirror glass, looking at her face that still looked pale and shiny.

After feeling enough he set his breath first before calling Dirga, his boss. Remembering his name alone had made his breathing irregular.

"Sir Dirga! I'm done!" Shouted Monaliza from inside the bathroom, her voice rattling.

Monaliza heard the sound of footsteps approaching, not long before the door was opened from outside. The face of the man she was waiting for appeared in front of the door made Monaliza feel nervous, but she tried to be calm.

Monaliza held her breath, as the Dirga she called back lifted her body from the bathroom towards the patient bed. His heart pounded again, feeling the man's sturdy hand encapsulate him in his sling.

Even though Dirga was always cold to him when at the office even to everyone except his father and Firans, but the feeling of euphoria was always mumcul when he could see Dirga just passing let alone as close as it is now.

Monaliza really used this opportunity as well as possible just to look at the details of Dirga's face that somehow again could be as close as it is today. His broad chin, his strong jaw, his tower-like nose, his sharp eyes covered in long, black eyelashes, his thick, black eyebrows curved. Ah, Monaliza was too comfortable looking at him without blinking.

"Rest, so that you recover quickly" said Dirga, shortly after he lowered Monaliza's body in her patient's bed, then helped her lie down and covered the girl's body with a blanket.

"Thank you so much Dirga sir" lirih Monaliza in a voice that seemed to shake the name of the man before her.

"Sama-sama," said Dirga flat.

"I have to come back soon, there's a lot of work I have to do" said Dirga looking at Monaliza's face which again looks anxious.

"You don't have to be afraid, this is a hospital. Those evil men you fear cannot come here to do evil to you anymore, but they are now police fugitives" said Dirga, who seemed to understand what Monaliza was worried about.

"You have to rest a lot to restore your health, so you can also immediately provide information to the police on the case that happened to you last night" said Dirga.

Hearing Dirga's words, Monaliza bit her thumb, her anxiety increasing, recalling the events of last night that happened to her.

"Are you okay?" Dirga noticed the changes in Monaliza's face that increasingly paled.

"Can Mr. Dirga accompany me in a moment, I really feel afraid" said Monaliza expectantly.

Dirga was silent, he put both his hands into his pants pocket while thinking, because at this time he must be in the office, his work piled up could not be delayed anymore, he said, but Monaliza's condition also needs to get her mind's attention.

"Alright, I will accompany you here in a moment, now you sleep, it's time for lunch break," said Dirga relented.

He then sat in his chair, a little away from Monaliza's patient bed.

"Monaliza," called Dirga, as the girl was about to close her eyes. He remembered something that had been his question since last night.