Painful Love (Painful Love)

Internship

After spending about 3.5 years undergoing preclinic or college period continued koas which lasted for 1.5 years, the duration of, Tsamara Asyifa Gibran successfully held the title of doctor at the age of twenty-four years. Like grief has passed until finally the title of dr. has been embedded in front of his name.

Although Fahmi is a successful businessman in the tourism sector, but the ability to manage the business does not decline to Tsamara. He is more interested in the medical world, becoming a doctor and helping patients is his dream since childhood. Luckily, Kenan-Tsamara's youngest siblings are interested in the business world so that later he will take over the leadership baton of the papa.

Today, for the first time Tsamara is working as an intern (internship) to train readiness and independence before obtaining a Practice Permit (SIP). Persada International Hospital is a hospital where the girl devotes herself until a senior doctor considers her worthy of SIP.

At exactly seven in the morning, Tsamara and her college friends had already arrived at the hospital. Deliberately arrive early to meet with a Fatma-head doctor in the IGD section.

"Good morning, Sister. My colleague and I are new interns here to see Doctor Fatma. Where can we meet him?" Tsamara's soft voice paused the activity of one of the nurses who had just set foot in the front room of the magnificent building.

The nurse noticed Tsamara's appearance from head to toe. All the objects attached to the girl's body are branded goods at fantastic prices. Seeing that, he was very sure that the girl before him was not from the ordinary but the elite class or could be a son of a conglomerate.

"Susters? Can you hear my friend's question just now?" Lia waved to the nurse in white uniform when she got any response from the woman.

The woman in the nurse uniform named Nadia worked her eyes shortly after her consciousness returned. Apparently he had daydreamed while trying hard to think who was the beautiful woman who stood in front of him. The girl's face was so familiar, it was as if she had seen it somewhere.

Naturally, if Nadia looks familiar with the face of Tsamara, because several times the eldest child of the couple Fahmi and Sekar accompanied his parents while attending an award ceremony broadcast by the television station homeland. Portraits of the girl are often flirting on social media because of her natural beauty typical of Asian women.

"Aah, yeah. You asked where you could meet Sister Fatma, right?" Repeating the same question posed by Tsamara. Too hard thinking makes Nadia forget that the two young doctors need an answer right away.

"True, Sister," said Tsamara and Lia almost simultaneously.

Nadia turned her body while pointing at a room near the locker. "Doctor Fatma is in the room. If you want to meet him, just try being tapped. It's usually at this hour he's here."

"alright. Then we'll excuse you. Thank you, Sister," said Tsamara politely.

Upon arriving at the door of the senior doctor room in charge of all the doctors at IGD Persada International Hospital, Tsamara reached out to the front, knocking on the door three times.

"Lake in!" Someone exclaimed from inside the room.

The hearts of the two white-bellied girls were pounding when they heard Fatma's voice. The loud and firm tone of voice instantly made Tsamara and Lia swallow the saliva with difficulty. They look so nervous because for the first time they meet with a senior doctor who is certainly more experienced and proficient in the field of medicine. A million questions gathered in each other's minds until their faces looked paler.

"Tsa, you're the one who opened that door. I don't dare to be the first to see Doctor Fatma" whispered Lia. Early position in front, but now shifted to the back.

"But, Li-" Just as Tsamara was about to finish the sentence, the white door had already opened followed by a middle-aged woman in white clothes standing in the doorway staring intently at them.

"Sorry, Doc." Only that sentence was able to slide on the lips of Tsamara and her friend.

"Come in! Let me explain the rules and regulations during the internship at this hospital," the senior doctor told them.

After Fatma sat in her seat of pride and Tsamara and Lia sat across the street, the senior white doctor opened his voice. "This is your first time working in a hospital as an intern. For approximately one year, you have been devoted here, helping each other and working with other medical personnel. Therefore, I hope that you guys can abide by the rules and order during your internship here."

"While on duty, please comply with patient rescue procedures in accordance with medical SOP. Don't make the slightest mistake! Remember, the patient's life is precious to us!" Fatma gave advice to two young doctors opposite her before they started their first internship. "If there's anything unknown, please meet me here."

"Till here, is there anything you want to ask?" the middle-aged woman said before ending the conversation.

"Nothing, Doctor. Everything is clear" Tsamara and Lia answered almost simultaneously.

"Yes already. Well then, now I'm going to take you to see the medical personnel who work at the IGD and walk around the hospital for a while. Come!" Fatma rose from her seat of pride, followed by Tsamara and Lia. The three women stepped out of the room.

As promised, Fatma introduced Tsamara and Lia to colleagues who served in the IGD. At first the two girls thought that Fatma was cold and unapproachable, but apparently their conjecture was wrong. Senior doctors around forty-five are so friendly, kind and always smiling that they feel comfortable working in a new environment.

"Oah, so you're Mr. Fahmi's son who is famous crazy rich from Surabaya, anyway!" said a thirty-year-old female nurse with a medok accent.

"I'm very familiar with your face. It turned out to be the son of a famous hotel owner who recently announced the wedding plans" Nadia said. Now his curiosity is solved when Fatma tells him who Tsamara really is.

Tsamara only smiled stiffly as everyone learned of her identity as the son of the conglomerate couple. To be honest, he really wants to work quietly without anyone knowing who his father and mother are. However, given the popularity and fame of Fahmi and Sekar, it would be difficult to hide it all. In the end, he could only surrender and accept all the destiny of God with his chest.

Rubbing the neck with the other hand. "That's right, Sister. Next month, I plan to get married. If you'd like, all colleagues in the IGD can be present at my wedding later," said Tsamara.

Suddenly, the faces of all the people received a special invitation from Tsamara. They are happy because they got the opportunity to attend a wedding party owned by one of the children of the conglomerate from Surabaya.

"So ... Next month you're getting married?" he exclaimed someone from behind Tsamara's body.

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