Married Professor Galak

12. There's always a surprise

The deg!

Intan's body froze as Zein supported her from behind. Especially at this moment his hand was being grasped by Zein.

Not just Intan. Everyone in the room was shocked. This was the first time they had seen Zein like that. Even during this time Zein never wanted to be touched by others.

"Loosen his hand! Don't be stiff" Zein said in Intan's ear. Intan could even feel the professor's warm breath.

Intan's breath was choked. Zein's body aroma shot out to his nose. Makes the brain less focused. He simply answered Zein's words with a nod.

Finally, Intan tried to relax his hand. Although actually currently the limp is his knee.

"It's over here, then pull it over here" Zein said. Then he pulled the thread after hooking it. Intan's hand also lifted when Zein pulled the thread.

"Please remember this! Next week you are no longer here" Zein said, turning a little toward Intan. So that his lips almost touched Intan's cheek.

"I-yes, Prof," said Intan. His body was stiff and did not dare to look. Because, looking just a little, he was sure that Zein's lips would land on his cheeks or even his lips.

"Okay, try to go ahead" Zein said. Then he took off Intan's hand. But Zein was still standing behind him. As if I didn't want to move on from that place.

Intan did what Zein told her to do.

"Yes, right. Continue on!" said Zein. It was as if there were only the two of them in the room.

Zein accidentally does not switch because he is ready to 'help' Intan again if there is a mistake.

But unfortunately Intan is quite smooth. So that Zein had no reason to help him anymore.

"Can you make a knot?" ask Zein when Intan has finished the last stitch.

"God can, prof" said Intan.

He also tried to make the knot as small as possible. Zein watched him closely, and unfortunately Intan succeeded. Eventually, Zein was forced to move away from the place.

"I wait in the room" Zein said as he left the operating room.

"Geez! Finally ...," said Intan, breathing a sigh of relief.

However, when he turned his head, Intan got a cynical look from the resident doctor who had been upset with him since.

"Great yes, still can sew," the doctor said.

"But even better taught directly with Prof Zein," said a nurse.

Intan smiled bitterly. He never asked for that. But it was him who was cornered by them.

He didn't say anything either. Finally Intan came out of the room because he felt his task was done.

"Alhamdulillah in the last days I can still get useful knowledge" muttered Intan.

"Plus get special attention from Prof," said resident doctor. Then he precedes Intan.

Intan just squinted his eyes. "Duh, it's hard if people are jealous. But I did not say anything. Just get it wrong," muttered Intan, slowly.

"Hehehe, understand, Doc. He also practices. But even the Intan doctor who got a chance," said one of the nurses.

Intan. "Eh, Sister just ngagetin, deh," Intan complained while stroking her chest. He was worried that someone would not like him, hearing his words.

"Udah, go to Prof's room, gih. Later scolded you know if over time," said the nurse.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Yes, I went first," said Intan. He rushed to Zein's room.

The nurse smiled to see Intan's behavior. He knew very well all this time Intan and Zein did not get along. So he was happy when Zein's attitude was more softened to Intan.

"Geez, he wants to make me work rode what, anyway?" muttered Intan while running into Zein's room.

It happened to be afternoon.

Yoke! Yoke! Yoke!

Intan knocked on Zein's door.

"Lake in!" said Zein.

Intan opened the door. "Sore, Prof," he said. It was as if they had just met.

"Bring, Prof," he replied, clumsy. He was astonished because Zein did not usually ask such a thing.

"Okay, then the bike is left alone! You come home with me" said Zein, tidying up his desk. He did not want to be considered to deliver Intan. So that says Intan comes with himself home.

Intan. "No need, Prof. I can go home by myself" Intan said, nervously.

Zein who was busy glanced at him. "There's something I want to talk about" he said, staring at Intan.

Intan was wrong. "Oh .. sorry. But what about my bike?" ask Intan.

"Leave! Tomorrow I'll pick you up," Zein replied, relaxing.

"No, Prof. That doesn't mean it. I can go by myself on the Ojek. But, is it safe if my bike is left here?" Intan was very confused to face the man whose attitude was fickle was unclear.

"Of course it's safe. Aren't there many families of patients staying here?"

Finally Intan could not dodge anymore. "All right then. I take the bag first" Intan said.

"Okay, I'm waiting in the parking lot" Zein replied.

Intan left the room full of confusion and left Zein.

'Duh, how is this? It must be very awkward one car with him, Intan's mind while walking towards his room. Nothing yet, Intan is nervous. He was confused about what to do while he was in Zein's car later.

Intan rushed over so that Zein would not wait and scolded her again.

A few moments later, Intan arrived at the parking lot. He also headed for Zein's car that had been seen lit.

"Geez! It was in a big room, I was nervous and scared. Moreover, this is only in the car, both anyway," muttered Intan. Then he caught his breath before getting into Zein's car and knocking on his door.

After Intan knocked on the door, Zein unlocked the car door.

Clamps!

Intan who heard also pulled the door handle and entered the car.

"Sore, Prof," said Intan.

Zein grins. "How many times have you said hello to me?" tanyakanya. He felt Intan was very funny because he always greeted him every time he met. Though just a few minutes ago Intan greeted him in Zein's room.

"Sorry, Prof," Intan said. He's very nervous.

Zein did not immediately launch his vehicle. He looked at Intan.

Intan is getting wrong. 'Duh, why did he use it like that, anyway? Is something wrong, huh?' inner Intan.

"Would you put it yourself, why would I put it?" ask Zein.

"Huh?" Intan doesn't understand.

"Seatbelt" said Zein.

"Oooh, set it up yourself, Prof," replied Intan.

He immediately turned his face and pulled his seat belt. 'Ahhh, I am so ashamed of my goodness .. kirain why he is looking at me, ' Inner Intan. It felt like he wanted to disappear from Zein's sight.

So nervous, Intan could not match the seat belt key. Up to a few times.

"Where the hell. The seat belt cannot. If you want to wear it, say it!" said Zein while taking the head of the seat belt in Intan's hand and pairing it.

Clamps!

Intan retreated her body as much as possible so as not to be touched by Zein.

"Okay, we'll have dinner first. I want to discuss marriage," said Zein after installing a seat belt.then he immediately drove his car without sin.

***

Cie .. play on marriage only. Not yet, Prof. Wkwkwk.

See u, see u,

JM.