Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Fikriansyah Fadhilal Pradana

This morning, upon waking up, Fikri felt his throat ache. At first, he did not pay much attention to it, but when his joints ached every time they moved, Fikri became pensive on the edge of the bed. He grabbed his forehead, then moved to the neck which all felt warm this morning.

Fikri stood up. Then, grabbing the jacket and mask, then hurriedly left for the hospital without taking a shower. So independent.

Upon arrival at the hospital, the first thing Fikri suggested was to perform an antigen swab. While rubbing her nose which was painful due to the mucus sampling, Fikri typed a message for Nevan.

"Waiting for 60-90 minutes, yes, sir." The medics wearing the Personal Protective Equipment got up from there. Leaving, Fikri who went back to check his phone. He was worried, Nevan overtime again and late to the office. Fortunately, a reply from Nevan arrived soon.

Nevandra Ardiona

Don't mind much. Safe.

06.27 WIB

Fikri looked calmer now. Although lately quite a lot of problems that he solved, actually all of it did not escape Nevan's instructions behind the scenes.

He did not reply to Nevan's message because his attention was now on a two-tailed blue tick message that was not reciprocated. Message from Fikri to Doctor Nawa. Come to think of it, it was only Nevan who always replied to his message. Phew!

After a long wait, finally a female doctor wearing a mask layered into the room. Then, it gives the results of the antigen swab on the Fikri.

"Positive," he said calmly.

Fikri wants that too. He wanted to be calm, but panicked first heard a scary word lately.

"Can't it be positive, Doc? Now I need to be isolated? What medications should I take? What foods can I not eat? I want to heal, Doc!"

"Please calm down, sir!" The female doctor moved her hand to keep Fikri calm. As the curly-haired young man began to control himself, the Doctor resumed, "After this we will do the PCR test. Waiting for PCR results to come out, you are required to self-isolate first."

Fikri's back appeared to be bent with his head bowed lethargic. Signs he is not excited.

"Before, we wanted to confirm first. You have a concomitant disease?"

"I'm healthy, Doc."

The female doctor nodded, then noted something on the paper. "Then, you can isolate yourself at home."

Thankfully, Fikri is not very fond of hospitals. At least, at home he can still work online, eat as much and do whatever he likes. Although, the pleasure of wandering outside the house remains irreplaceable.

"After this, follow Doctor Nawa, yes, sir. A re-sampling will be done." The doctor stood up, while Fikri was still sitting in the same place. The difference was, his gaze now looked enthusiastic.

"Doctor who?"

"Doctor Nawa." After answering Fikri's question, the door of the room opened. The figure of a woman in white with ponytail hair walked in, approaching Fikri. The sound of shoe heels that collided with the ceramic floor became the music of Fikri heart beat accompaniment which increased dramatically.

The first doctor submitted the results of rapid antigen and some health records of Fikri to Doctor Nawa. Then, farewell politely, leaving Fikri and Nawa alone.

Uhukin don't, huh?

Nawa put the health records on the table. Then, take out a cottonbud-like swab, then stand very close to Fikri.

There was something on Fikri's chest that gasped softly upon hearing that. Nawa's voice sounded so soft, but it managed to make Fikri flutter. Slowly, he opened his mask with his head down. His heart is still beating unruffled.

"Please raise your head, sir."

Think according. He slowly raised his face. However, back down and cursed without a sound when you remember this morning had not had time to shower.

He was afraid that there was dirt in his eyes. He was also afraid that his breath would stink because he had not yet brushed his teeth.

Damnit damnit!

"What's wrong? You feel dizzy?"

Better not talk to Doctor Nawa! Because the more you talk, the more Fikri's body shakes.

"Slightly dizzy," Fikri replied after clearing her throat.

Despite wearing a mask, Fikri knew that Nawa was smiling. This was visible from his eyes that narrowed like a crescent moon.

"We finish fast, yeah. So you can rest at home soon." Nawa again raised her gloved hand.

"C ...." Fikri. "Can't I just be isolated in the hospital, Doc?"

"What's wrong? Don't you have a history of co-occurring illnesses?"

Fikri briefly tidied up her messy curly hair with one hand. "I'm scared."

Nawa's forehead frowned. "Fear what?"

"Fear ...." Fikri looked at Nawa deeply, then tapped on the phone screen in her hand. "Fear Doctor Nawa didn't reply to my message again."

Nawa's eyes widened. Then, a crisp laugh. His eyes looked even more beautiful as he laughed.

"Ficily?" Nawa tried to stop her laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm not used to virtual acquaintances."

"If ... is real?" ask Fikri doubtfully. Then, slowly extended his hand.

Nawa looked flinch for a moment. However, he finally welcomed Fikri's hand. Then, ogling. "certain."

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