Mahligai Infidelity
- Feel Minder
Tok tok tok tok
“Lady.”
Tok tok tok tok
The noise of bi rahma echoed throughout the room. The young lord Arkan whom he called had not yet come out of his room to make the rahma pacing back and forth in front of the door.
“Lady.”
Tok tok tok tok
The door of the room then opened from the inside.
“What a bi, yelled a mute cry,” protest Arkan who just came out of the bathroom.
“Aunti thinks you are still sleeping, so aunt just keep calling,” said bi Rahma.
“Emang what is bi, not very impatient. I'm taking a shower!” ask Arkan.
“That, miss Sheila is waiting in front.” said bi Rahma.
“Sheila? Why is he here?” ask Arkan in wonder.
“Nona Sheila assigned mother to take young master to the therapist,” sahut bi Rahma.
“Mama, there's just. Why try telling people. Yes already aunty told me to wait, I change clothes first,” orders Arkan. He immediately closed the door to his room.
Arkan immediately rushed to look for clothes in the closet. His schedule for consulting with Yudha's doctor was 18:30, only half an hour left, what if the streets were jammed?
After tidying up in a shirt suit and knee-length shorts, Arkan immediately walked out. She met Sheila who was standing at the door of the car.
Sheila immediately greeted Arkan's arm which looked troubled with both sticks of terapit in Arkan's armpits.
“I can myself,” reject Arkan then get in the car.
“Where's daniel?” ask Arkan because Daniel wasn't sitting behind the wheel. Sheila took Daniel's position at the time.
“Daniel I told you to go home early. I will accompany you tonight,” Sheila said.
Arkan's forehead shriveled. “What does he mean? Tonight?” inner Arkan
“Kata aunty we to doctor Yudha right, Teuku Umar road?” sheila asked and started driving the car out of the yard.
Arkan did not answer Sheila's question. “If mama has already said her address why still have to ask me.”
“Oh yes, said aunt Jenny teraphy schedule every Tuesday Thursday and Saturday right? Let me pick you up early Thursday. We do not need to hunt like now,” continued Sheila.
Along the way the woman continued to talk, while Arkan continued to not respond. Instead, he grew bored in the car with a woman who could not stop talking.
Arkan resuscitated his head beside the Window, he pondered his fate which is now being reflected by Sheila's old story. Again, he discussed his good memories in college.
“I remember your hair used to be in brown paint. Until I thought you were a descendant of Caucasians. But yes your eyes are a bit narrowed maybe European bule chinesse mix it. Uh it turns out to be true, after I checked your name Arkana Lee, there must be his chinesse,” Sheila story.
“And I never wanted to enter the civil department, but because papa kept urging me so I took the major. Luckily, it doesn't make money. I enjoyed my college days,” Sheila continued.
Arkan looks busy to the left right, he's looking for something around him.
“Search what?” ask Sheila.
“You see my phone?” ask Arkan.
“Oh, this?” Sheila hands over Arkan's phone which she placed on top of the speedometer.
“In the meantime we arrive,” Arkan said.
“Oh yes, it does not feel close,” said Sheila.
Arkan's car directly entered the parking lot and parked the car right in front of the entrance.
Sheila helps Arkan get out of the car, then swiftly hands the baton into his hands.
Sheila wants to get Arkan's body but Arkan refuses her help.
“I can myself,” reject Arkan. He walked in first into the room and then reported to the nurse who was there.
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An hour earlier in Yudha's doctor's office..
Grandpa Hendy just finished infra red therapy. Grandfather was also trained to stand and sit by Dr. Yudha. Because grandfather's knee is rarely moved so it takes several times therapy to lubricate the joints of the grandfather who is stiff.
Advice from doctor Yudha grandfather should do regular therapy at least three to four times a week.
Once out of the doctor's room, Mail first brought grandfather back to the hotel. As for Wulan, he still had to queue at the pharmacy waiting for the medicine.
While standing waiting, Wulan read a brochure of omega 3 vitamins on display on the cashier table.
“How much is this omega 3 price mba?” ask Wulan at the cashier.
“Three hundred sixty thousand,” replied the cashier woman.
“This same one yes,” said Wulan while handing a bottle of omega three to the cashier.
After a while later, a pharmacist came out of the room handing Wulan a pack of medicine.
“Medicine grandpa Hendy,” said the pharmacist
“How much mba?” ask Wulan.
“The medicine is taken one day a capsule. If this is given when sick only, if there is no pain do not need to be consumed. In total all 980 thousand already with the cost of therapy yes mbak,” said the pharmacist.
Wulan paid the amount of money according to the nominal drug to the cashier. After putting the medicine in the bag, Wulan rushed out of the room.
When he was about to cross the corridor unconsciously his eyes were fixed to the end of the corridor where several therapy patients were queuing up. His eyes were on Arkan.
“That's Arkan?” Wulan asked in her heart.
“Truely that's Arkan's mas. And the woman next to him was Sheila. Arkan is with Sheila. But he never looked for me. I've called her mobile number thousands of times but never been active. She purposely avoided me because it turns out she is now with Sheila her college friend.”
Wulan covered her face with her sling bag. He flashed in the bright corridor while slightly running fast.
Wulan stood for a moment in front of the sensory glass door, waiting for the door to open. He didn't want to stay in that place for long. He didn't want Arkan to see it.
Arriving outside, Wulan immediately ran towards the sidewalk he immediately crossed the road until he arrived at the hotel where he was staying.
Once inside the hotel, Wulan squatted right in front of the elevator. His legs felt limp, like he just ran too fast.
While crouching Wulan stared at the reot shoes she was wearing back then. The style of dress is very kampungan, the skin that now looks jet black due to the sun of the beach that burns its skin when selling woven in the market.
When compared to Sheila, Wulan was very far below her. Wulan becomes insecure and doesn't deserve to see Arkan again. That's why he avoided meeting her. In the eyes of all the people Wulandari Iskan was dead, let it be buried forever in the day of Arkan.
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TBC…
