Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BS 02: The Rugged Man
..."Really, the charm of a veiled girl can disperse even a rubberized man's daydream."...
...BSJ 02: The Rugged Man...
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The green grass planted around the park was seen listening this morning. The coolness of the morning breeze also adds to the comfortable atmosphere of rest this morning. Among the beautiful roses that are blooming, there is an object that is more interesting than the beautiful flower.
"Are they pretty?"
"Subhanallah, yes oma." Said the soft voice of the young doctor who was now pushing the wheelchair.
Among the beautiful red roses in bloom, she is the most real object of her charm. Beautiful girl with a tosca syar'i with a matching colored veil and a veil that covers part of her face. Not to mention the doctor snelli who covers his Muslim clothes.
"But you're prettier." Said the middle-aged woman who was now sitting in a wheelchair.
"Oma could have." His voice blushed small.
Silvia-the middle-aged woman smiled slightly. This kind girl who is taking care of him wholeheartedly, who would have thought to be born from the womb of a woman who had stopped and survived long enough in the heart of the son.
Silvia Radityan-mama Vano, remember?
Arkia's father-in-law is of course the grandmother of Anzar, Van'ar and also Lunar. The woman did have to be hospitalized several days, because of the pain she suffered. During that time, this young doctor always treated the woman he called the 'oma' with all his heart.
"Hopefully, someday you will find the best match for a good girl like you." He said, smiling at the doctor named Tage Dr. Aurra Putri Haidan, S.Ked.
"Please, God willing if Allah wills. Because everything is his, and His will."
This was what Silvia liked about this young girl. His calmness, his chivalry are also soft words. He always prayed, if the Radityan family has a daughter-in-law like Arkia figure more than one, Aurra to be exact.
"Yes oma, it's time for oma to return to the room of oma." Lirih the girl.
The middle-aged woman exhaled her frenzied breath. Actually he was bored in hospital in this hospital. If it wasn't for Ibra-sang's husband's orders, he would have been home two days ago.
"Yes already, come on.A company of oma."
The owner of the shady hazel bead smiled, then nodded his ass.
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Dr. Aurra Putri Haidan, S.Ked name tage is listed in front of the door of the room which is dominated by a white stamp with a distinctive smell of lavender aroma that is strong. Diverting the pungent aroma of the typical smell of drugs that usually become a scourge of infuriating for someone when in the hospital.
In the room, a tall man was sitting on the patient's bed, holding his arm that looked injured. His teeth were grinding, not that he was holding back pain. But withholding all his misfortunes from his failed mission this time.
The man in a striped green uniform belonging to the TNI AD, was seen repeatedly glancing at the watch that was ranking on his left wrist. He had waited more than 5 minutes in this room, but it felt like a year. A soldier is accustomed to discipline, holding fast to punctuality. Therefore, waiting was the thing he hated the most.
The man in uniform was perky, with the beret still clinging nicely to his head, solidifying his intentions this time around. The sixth dimenit, if the general surgeon of this room does not come, then he will go to another doctor's room. However, he had not yet reached the door handle, the door was open from the outside.
"Eh, where are you going?"
'Come too!' Inner of the man.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Said the young doctor, passing by to his desk.
Taking some medications as well as his medical equipment. A nurse had told him there was a patient with a wound in his arm.
"Please sit down, I'll treat your wound immediately." Said the owner of the room friendly.
The young man in uniform nodded, at least his leader would not wait too long if he also did not get too long to handle.
Deftly, the small hand wrapped in sterile gloves cleaned a deep scratch on the young man's left arm. Because the wound was deep enough, Aurra gave eight stitches there. No word escaped during the handling process. The young man's dark black bead shone in another direction, gripping disappointment when the mission failed to succeed.
"The wound was bandaged, and the plunder had stopped. Later you can change the bandage every four hours, or if the wound is re-exposed to water or after bathing."
Aurra said as she fixed her instrument.
The silent youth nodded silently. He also had to wear his service uniform that he had opened some, precisely the part of his left arm to facilitate his injuries handled. Awkwardness did approach both, but still the main Aurra as a medical personnel must be professional.
"Alright, this is for prescription drugs that you have to redeem at the pharmacy. There are several types of wound cleaning fluid as well. Also painkillers."
The soft voice returned, though
his eyes did not switch a bit from the note he was writing.
'Allahuakbar Allaaahuakbar'
The sound of I saw the dzuhur adhan coming from the hospital mushola, echoed so mellowya. The handsome young man muttered his hamdalah, before passing by to grab the doorknob.
"Where are you going, here's a prescription drug that you have to redeem left behind!" Lerai Aurra, when she saw the patient, just left.
His voice was flat as it passed.
'Subhanalah.' Aurra muttered softly. It turned out that there was still a young man who immediately answered his cry when the time came. And he just found it to his patient who is a handsome young man in a barrette.
**
"Assalamuaikum warohmatullah."
"Assalamuaikum warohmatullahi wabarakatuh." Said the young man, ending his prayer.
After offering his prayers to the divine, the handsome young man uttered the phrase 'Amiin' to end his prayers.
However, in his profession as a state servant, he also has an obligation as a religious man.
While gently rubbing his neatly-cut hair according to the standard of the army, the young man released the black peci that had replaced his beret. Aware of the many pairs of eyes that were staring at him, the man turned his head around. There were about 4 old men there, staring at him in awe. He only replied with a faint smile to the middle-aged father.
Out of the mosque area, the young man who was wearing typical czech shoes of his soldiers was silent again for a moment. The look of the people around him again made him uneasy. From his left were 2 young women with doctors and three nurses who had just passed there.
"Dear boy?"
"Yes. Already a state servant, religious observant anyway."
Comment two of them while blushing sipu.
The man in a rug shook his head, then rushed away after putting on his shoes. Intending to take the prescription of the medicine he had to redeem earlier, the man thought for a moment. By the way, what was the name of the doctor who handled it? His mind began to get confused. Maybe because he was so focused on the feeling of regret due to his failed mission, until he forgot the name of the doctor who must have been clearly in front of his room door.
'Astahfriullahaladzim.' His wife, as he realized the consequences of his negligence.
The maid also chose to ask the receptionist nurse who had shown the room of the doctor who handled it.
The eagle-looking handsome young man slashed his eyes for a moment. Repeatedly he gulped his saliva with great difficulty, whether the name he just mentioned was the name of the young doctor who had been handling it.
"May the sisters repeat?"
"So that handles you Doctor Aurra Putri Haidan, S.Ked. The room is near neurosurgery, right side of this hospital's mushola."
Really, Van'ar-name this gallant warrior. His elbow bead snapped several times. He did not hear wrong, the young doctet who had handled it was his Aurra. The beautiful sister who from a long time ago has given her own interest since childhood.
With wide strides, the man moved towards the room he had been to. He paused for a moment in front of the room with a white paint door, making a name that was clearly there. With a slow breath, the handsome young man tried to synchronize his heart beat that began to craze.
"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarakatuh." End the greeting of the room along with the opening of the door space.
The young man with a rubbery stare for a moment, his dark iris staring straight ahead. Patan a young doctor with a white mukena dress with accents of knitting flowers, tangah facing mecca. Both of his hands were clenched in front of his chest, looking solemn with the chant of prayer he prayed.
Van'ar looked at him unblinking. Right, she's the girl he met the last 12 years. Her first love in the blue white age. Love that he had thought martial attraction but in fact not as amulet fact.
Finished with the climb of his prayer, he wanted a room that realized the presence of another figure there. His shady eyes turned, staring at the man who was now standing at the door. Her little smile expands behind her veil, she ngat the man. The man in the rubber that was handled earlier.
"Sister Aurra."
Deg
The shady bermanil hazel girl looked up, staring at her siempnya voice that had just called her using the 'brother' appendage.
"Sorry-"
"It's me, Van'ar."
Deg
**
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Sukabumi April 13, 2020
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