New Student

17 MABAS

Anya was moved from the ER room to the nursery, a large glass as a barrier shows how helpless Anya is today, many medical devices are attached to his face and body.

Everyone looks from the glass and hopes for safety for Anya, for a senior this is too unlikely for an Irishman he so have to go through some things for this case and must be heavy for him.

On the other hand indeed the thing he did was already beyond the outrageous limits of even nearly taking the lives of others.

Devan returns to the hospital to see some of his friends and juniors sitting, Devan knows they are tired and sleepy because of this incident.

Devan approached and tried to talk "You guys go home just let me wait Anya here, I know you guys must be tired anyway and it's not good for girls to come home ?".

Devan turns to Ryan, "Lo Anterin the chick to his house". Ryan nodded.

"But Lo really ga papa himself ?". Ryan asked, Devan nodded.

"Gue come here tomorrow, change you". Naya actually really wants to take care of Anya but she has not changed clothes at all from morning and it makes her body itch.

Devan nodded again, they left Devan looking at Anya from a distance, entering the room wearing protective clothing.

When approaching Anya his heart feels more pain either he is too much or how to see Anya like this like there is a sense why he should be like this why not him.

Devan tried to sit down he saw that the stab wound had started to improve.

How long will Anya be like this ?

the sentence flashed through his mind, he tried to grasp Anya's cold hand, this hand was too soft for her to hold, this hand was not in harmony with her face which always showed the look of her judges

This time he looked at my face, if I can be honest all this time he did not experience amnesia at all because of the collision that occurred at that time.

He was just acting and pretending, I don't know his instincts brought Devan to Anya maybe to be closer to this girl. Anya has a petite face maybe with her having bangs will add a funny impression in her.

Devan smiled at the thought, the clock has shown at 1 pm he really was sleepy even though he likes to stay up late but this time his eyes feel heavier.

...***...

Those eyes opened slowly sweeping across the room dominated by the white color, Anya felt her head being hit by an enormous stone.

His hand accidentally hit the person due to the pain felt, next to him it turns out there is someone who is asleep, the person was a little disturbed because of him.

Anya slightly widened her eyes, Devan ? Why is Devan here ? is Devan accompanying her ?.

The incident had penetrated Anya's memory, about Irana who was like a man in disgrace to stab himself with a knife, was indeed the basis of Irana who did not use logic why should be a woman who thirsts for men.

As a result of the prick made himself slightly grimaced plus his head a little dizzy, Devan who heard the groaning sound began to wake up.

"You're aware of it ?". Devan takes a drink on the nightstand while helping Anya to drink.

Like there was something wrong with her hearing Anya tried to repeat "You ?". Devan looks like a person who is embarrassed because he threw his face in the other direction.

Devan clasped this soft hand for the second time, Anya was shocked by what Devan was doing her brain told her to let go but her heart seemed like there was a pull to just shut up.

"I'm sorry because of the incident the other day, I behaved so on the basis of your always blatant attitude about a thing, than me a lot of ngoceh I want to the point if I like the same lo".

Anya's heart beats twice as fast, can't herself not be carried away with what Devan was talking about just now.

Devan holds Anya's chin, they look at each other trying to look for the same taste in the person before her trying to figure out more about this feeling that should be.

"It's impossible for me to like you because my attitude is like this but if asked I like you because I don't know either". Devan let go of the handle.

Down to find the truth about his sense of self, while exhaling his breath, "Because I don't think I need a reason to like you, but I'm just saying what I should be doing, You don't have to make me feel like a burden to Lo".

"Keep what do I want ?". Anya replied firmly.

"Gue don't want how you know enough about it ?". Devan replied, Anya was silent for a long time and instead looked at the silhouette of the sun that began to appear because the morning began to return.

"Dev here ?". Devan raised his eyebrows.

"Start". Anya.

Devan brings his face closer to Anya making Anya smile happily, then Anya presents a light kiss on Devan's cheek.

Devan still showed a cool look on his face different from his body that feels tense now.

"Gue thought you'd be long". Devan said diverting.

"Gue's not that weak for a month's sleep, after all I know Lo won't be that strong to last long".

Devan turns his eyeballs around, his nature being felt back again makes Devan feel careless but he is happy at least Anya receives herself back.

Two middle-aged people entered the room, they looked hurried to see Anya.

"Astagfirullah love you why ? how can you be like this ? Keep connecting mamahin same papa new now again".

It is clear that the look of panic from both faces of her parents Anya, Anya who is lazy with her mamah attitude that asks too much instead makes herself more dizzy.

"It's not papa mah !". His mother Anya saw the bandage wound next to her stomach.

"You are too consider it a trivial thing, you know something like this is a heavy thing because it can harm your life".

"Yes Anya you're always hard to say". Papah Anya.

Devan was surprised to find out Anya was the son of om Wijaya and aunt Arin, they were both friends and colleagues of his father, Devan knew because he had been invited by his father during the university event of his parents.

Om Monata is the owner of a well-known company by her good company agent and Aunt Arin is always invited by her husband wherever Wijaya goes.