My love is with you My sister

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Mela treated him with a very careful heart, he smeared the medicine on the cut Faizal very slowly.

Even though it was as slow as anything, it still made Faizal moan in pain. The name of the wound, although slowly will certainly hurt if we touch it.

"Hold a little brother, it's gonna hurt a lot". Mela.

"Obati only, I'm a doctor" he said still with his chuckle.

"Well" said Mela.

Melati was busy smearing the incision wound on the Faizal's back. Occasionally, an Eragan voice came from Faizal's mouth.

After he finished treating the wound on Faizal's back, Mela bandaged him.

"Here's brother's hand". Mela.

"It's I can do it myself". Each said with his stubbornness.

"Let me. Nangung is also. Anyway can you treat her with your left hand" said Mela.

Faizal gave his hand to Mela. Mela also treated Faizal's hands with a very careful heart.

Finished treating his hands, Mela wrapped Faizal's hands. Then he packed a used drug kit he treated Faizal.

Mela held onto that torn Faizal shirt.

"Is this shirt I'm throwing away my brother". Mela.

"Don't, don't throw it away. That's my favorite shirt.". Her word.

Yeah, that shirt was her favorite shirt. Her mother gave her a fitting on her birthday.

"I love that shirt so much, you can put it there". His words while pointing at the place where the clothes were piled up.

"If so, let me wash this shirt first. I will fix it, although it may not be the same as new again, but I'm sure, if I fix it it will probably be much better" said Mela still bidding for help.

Mela walked towards the exit. But before that came Faizal's voice.

"Mela"... Said that voice.

Mela flipped her body, looking at the person who called her, while answering.

"Yes.... "

"Thank you Mela". Her words are lirih.

"same... ". Mela said with a smile on Faizal.

Inwardly Faizal said, his smile was very sweet. I can see that smile again. His word in the heart.

Mela was very good to me, although all this time I was always rude to her. How can I repay your heartache to that sweet girl. Is this not outrageous. Faizal thought to himself.

Dinner time, Faizal doesn't come down for dinner. He kept silent in his room, without any light.

Now that he was sitting on his bed, he was alone in his dark night. He misses his mother who was always present if he had a problem. Especially the problem with his papa.

Suddenly his room door was knocked by someone from outside.

"Sister, may I come in" said a voice outside.

"Get in, the door is not locked". His words immediately answered. He knew whose voice it was. The soft voice of a jasmine.

Melati also entered after getting permission from who had a room. When he opened the door of the room it was very dark inside.

"Why aren't the lights on, sis, it's really dark" Mela said.

He also lived the room lamp, it appeared a figure of a strong and strong man, even though he was very fragile.

"This sister, eat first ya." said Mela while laying a plate of rice complete with side dishes.