Red Hooded Girl
The Winged Angel
"Sori .. I didn't intentionally. You have ap...." The gods did not continue their words. His sentence evaporated just like that as the red-hooded girl who had originally lowered her head in pain, now raised her face.
Omegos is this the so-called angel. His inner.
I swear by what this is the most beautiful woman he has ever met. More beautiful than Clara especially with four women who deliberately brought Mama to the house a few days ago.
"Ma-maf a-I wasn't on purpose. You're okay?" tanyakanya. No word "lo I lo me" changed to "me and you".
"Ehem...." The god cleared his throat to neutralize his nervousness. How could a rich nervous rocker be like this because of a chick. His inner.
The red-hooded girl continued to hold her forehead for a while. Until he realized his hands were wet and sticky. He removed the hand that had been stuck to his forehead, then saw the four tips of his fingers wet and sticky red. The girl was surprised, as was the God.
"Blood!!" the God was surprised.
"You're bleeding. A-ayo we go to the hospital," cried the God in panic.
"Bloody is Neng's head. Wah leaked like that" said a mother who happened to be close to them.
"Mom, where's the hospital?" ask God.
"To the clinic. Across the street is the clinic" said the mother, pointing at a building across the campus a little to the left. God read the inscription on the building. Ikhlas Medika Clinic.
"Let's go to the clinic. Your wounds must be treated. I'm responsible," he said. He was about to hold the girl's hand but was immediately pushed aside before his hand managed to touch the girl's hand.
"Curl..." The god scratched his head that was not itchy. He understood this beautiful girl in front of him did not want to be touched.
The two people of different types cross the road easily because the highway is quiet and empty. They walked to the clinic.
"Sus please, this is his head bleeding" Dewa told the caretaker at the clinic.
The nurse noticed the wound on the forehead of the red-hooded girl.
"Please go straight into the action room, Mas" replied the nurse.
"Where?"
"That's it." The nurse pointed to a room in front of him.
"Oh, yes thank you, Sus."
The god and the girl entered the room. There was a female doctor there standing guard.
"Well, why is that?" ask the Doctor. The god smiled clumsily in response to the doctor's question. While the girl just looked down with an annoyed look.
The doctor immediately dealt with the wound on the girl's forehead. The god standing beside the gurney noticed the doctor who was examining the girl's wound.
"Well, it's a pretty deep wound so it has to be stitched up ."." said the doctor as he observed the wound. The beautiful girl grimaced.
"It is better like that .. in order to avoid the occurrence of infection while preventing the tear of the wound deeper," continued the Doctor. The beautiful girl was getting grimace. The gods feel bad about it. The god and the girl were both silent, not responding to the doctor's remarks.
"Sit doesn't hurt Mba .. like being bitten by an ant," the doctor said. Then the Doctor glanced at the God "Moreover alone cemented the same Ayang Beb .. ga kasa perakannya," seduced the Doctor.
The beautiful girl further bent her face from feeling annoyed. But the God actually smiled even though faint to be invisible. Oh my goodness, her face still looks beautiful. He murmured in his heart.
"Where? Is it okay to stitch?" The doctor asked the girl for her consent. After a moment of silence and thought, the girl finally nodded, agreeing to the doctor's proposal.
"Sorry can you open the veil?" ask the Doctor.
The girl looked at the doctor then glanced sharply at the God and glared at him. "You're not out here!" Although the girl did not speak, the God seemed to understand exactly the sentence she wanted to say. "I go out first yes" said the Lord. A nurse entered the room.
"Mas .. please take care of the administration first," exclaimed the nurse.
"Okay, Sus," answered the Lord.
"To the registration section first well, Mas," said the nurse.
"Oh, ok ok."
The god walked towards the registration place. The clinic looks lonely. There was only one or two people visible there, waiting for the medicine in the pharmacy. That too is all women. He's the only man in the clinic.
"Excuse me Sus .. I'd like to take care of the administration...." The gods seem confused, "Eee...."
"Oh, beautiful Mba that red veil earlier well, Mas." The nurse still memorized and remembered her appearance. The god nodded while smiling kindly.
"Whose name, Mom?" ask Nurse.
"It's not Mas, it's his wife's name" the nurse said. Whahuh? I guess her husband? Amin is. His inner.
"What is his wife Mas's boyfriend?" ask the nurse again.
"Yes" he said, hesitating.
"Which one is Mas, is the question two, so wife or girlfriend?"
"eeee... Emm..."
"Ooo... Boyfriend and soon to be wife. Is that so, Mom?" The nurse concluded herself before the God answered.
"eeee... I-yes." There's no other choice. It is best to answer "Yes". Unwittingly in the depths of his heart he was secretly pleased with the nurse's "accusations. Accusations of being the "prospective husband" of the girl in the red hood.
"So.. patients on whose behalf?" the nurse asked him to throw his daydream.
The gods of course did not know the name of the girl. They have not yet known. But if you want to answer honestly that he does not know the name of the girl, it seems unlikely, it could be laughed at by the nurse because she has claimed to be the girl's future husband.
"Mala ... her name is Mala" answered the Lord.
"There's a BPJS card?"
"Oh, I don't have a BPJS card"
"So, just wear it public?"
"Yes, Sus."
"Have you checked here before?"
"Not yet."
"Then I make a medicine card." The nurse took a card and wrote something down there. "So the patient's name was Mala yah. Mala what is Mas?" ask the nurse while writing.
The wingless angel. But that sentence is unspoken. Enough of him knows.
"Anything," he answered. The high posture of the God's body allowed him to read something that the nurse had written. "Sus, 'aja' is written. I mean ... his name is Mala aja, Mala doang but do not write 'aja' or 'doang'," he protested.
"Oh, so." The nurse nodded.
"This is the card Mas .. If you ever treat here again, bring this card." The nurse handed me a card.
"Thank you, Sus."
"Either. Please wait for the doctor to finish the action."
"Oh, ok ok."
The gods sit in long chairs. Chairs are commonly used for patients and patient families when waiting for a doctor's examination queue. After a few minutes of waiting, a nurse who was in the action room came out to him.
"Mas ... This prescription drug is the same as the receipt of payment. Mas please go to the pharmacy in the corner there to submit the prescription of the drug, then Mas to the cashier to take care of the payment. Later when it is finished at the cashier, Mas to the pharmacy again to take the medicine," said the nurse.
"Oh, ok ok," he said, nodding.
The gods carry out the nurse's orders. He went to the pharmacy to save the prescription drugs. Then go to the cashier to complete the payment. After the cashier he intends to go to the pharmacy to take the drug. Coinciding with the girl came out of the action room accompanied by a nurse.
"Tuh Mba .. her husband," said the Nurse as she pointed to the God who was walking over to her. The girl furrowed both of her eyebrows. Huh, what was that?? Husband??. His inner.
"Mas ... This is his wife done," the Nurse told the Gods.
The girl glared and looked at her face as if asking "Why could it be like this?". The god replied to her with a sweetest smile of his, as if saying. "Ga problem, I'm happy how they think I'm your husband."
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