Seductress

Hollowly

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(Kirana POV)

I hugged my knee and drowned my head on it. Something was missing, something was empty in my chest. But it feels pain to the tightness. I don't know, where did my spirit go? who used to be optimistic.

Today she got married, my first love I could never have. He married a woman I cannot compare with. Of course I'm sick. After being detached from me he immediately proposed to the woman.

But I, far away, am struggling. Against pain in my birth and mind. The doctor said, a case like the one I experienced almost never happened in this world. But he continued to babble and said that this hospital in Germany has all the facilities and treatment that hospitals in other countries do not have.

I don't give a shit. Even to live, I wanted to give up. I didn't hear anything they said. Because I really don't care.

"Heyy.. Why?" Ask someone I know very well.

The assistant doctor who handled me, who happened to be Indonesian but chose to be German because of his work here.

I took my ear and did not answer. He's too chatty for a man's size. Too much prattle about things that don't matter to me.

"He's not the only man in the world, stop thinking about people who never think about you" he said suddenly.

I never told her my life story.

I looked up at him who stood firmly before me "Urus yourself lo"

"Finally, you want to talk to me. After a long time you ignored me" he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

I never paid so much attention to him. Pretty interesting for the size of the Indonesian guy. It can even be equated with models or athletes because of its sturdy body shape. His black eyes, thick eyebrows and resolute jaws strengthened his viscous indonesian blood.

He sat in front of me and watched me "Well-wild?" Tanyaku.

"Just think, is that man blind for leaving a woman as beautiful as you?" His words without further ado.

"Ceehhhh" I poked my lips.

"Go away, I'm going to sleep" I said, kicking him off my bed.

He reflexively stood up but then took a chair and sat down on the edge of my bed, watching me.

"Share with me, tell me everything that disturbs your mind to me. This is also for your treatment" he said gently.

Still I don't mind the babble that interrupts my long daydreams also sleep my lunch. But he didn't leave either.

"Pliss, I want to sleep" I said from under the blanket.

"okay.. Whenever you need a friend to talk to, I'm always there for you. I left my business card here. Who knows you changed your mind and wanted to contact me personally" he said.

I take off the blanket that makes me stuffy. I got a glimpse of the business card he put on the table next to my bed. Ah, so his name is Doctor Jasson. Not very in accordance with his very Indonesian face.

But if you remember his behavior, he really bled because the level of his curiosity with the personal problems of others is very large. Alias kepo's.

I took the phone I put in the desk drawer. There are so many messages from friends in Indonesia that it all discusses the marriage of Gerry with Caramel.

No hesitation they told how luxurious the party was. Also how beautiful the one-child widow who managed to lure Gerry. Also the son of the widow who wrestled spoiled to my former father-in-law.

While in the past when we were married, Gerry's smile was not even that wide. I gently swiped the screen of the phone featuring Gerry's face that looked very happy. My chest is back in pain, even more pain than I felt earlier.

I lay staring at the ceiling of my room. With empty eyes. But then I closed my eyes and cried, alone.

A large hand stroked my head "Crying over all that stifles your chest"

"I've been in your position now, you just need to be at peace with your heart. Then all your mass will just disappear" he said again.

My tears grew so much that my crying could no longer be drowned. I nodded and he still so patiently rubbed my head.

The rain out there is adding to the chaos in my heart. I cried my first tragic love story. Weeping over the first love now officially belongs to another woman.

"You still look so pretty even though your face is full of tears, your eyes are all snot and snot everywhere" Her strange aura could make me stop crying and cover my face with a blanket.

He opened the blanket that covered my face and watched me with those glowing black eyes.

"Learn to accept sincerely, and find another love that can heal you" he said, ending with a kiss on my lips.

TB

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Sorry for this rather depressing part. Author is already very sleepy 😁

For the next project, I still think. Good to tell a story about who? 😋