Sincerity Love Vishnu

Chapter 19 Sympathy Without Words

"Ra," called Halimah's mother softly as she rubbed the shoulders of Almira who was sitting pensively on the side porch.

“Yes, ma'am,” replied Almira turned her mother's listless, with a faint smile she was back daydreaming.

“What are you hiding from Mom?” asked his mother while sitting next to Almira and sighed.

Mother looked at Almira fretfully, looking at her eldest daughter turned quiet and quickly angry, let alone the incident earlier this afternoon when the delivery of people from the boutique brought her bridal clothes, not happiness but the look of the face does not like. What's wrong with them both.

“Nothing, Mom,” replied Almira looking down at the tip of her foot and playing her sandal to the floor.

“I am your mother, who gave birth to you. I know, there must be something you don't share with mom, right?”

Halimah's mother rubbed her shoulders back gently, pulling her until Almira's shoulders leaned back on her, feeling the uneasiness that seemed to be engulfing her daughter.

“Vishnu, tell me about him, about his life,” said Halimah's mother looking at Almira with a face full of curiosity.

How do I express my hatred for you, in fact there are many things that I cannot understand.

“The bottom line is that he likes me while I don't really like him yet, Mom,” replied Almira making an excuse.

“But you have received his application, and said the person sent here earlier said that Vishnu has become a convert,” explained Halimah's mother made Almira turn to look on with a surprised expression.

“B-really?” almira asked with her head lowered again, her mind turning again.

“When you have received a proposal, it is steady to marry and become a wife, I hope you will not do things that make you an ungodly wife with your attitude and nature,” lontar Halimah's mother commented on the ketus attitude that her son showed before Vishnu and the man who came to his house.

Almira sighed, immediately stood up and stepped away into the house without looking at her mother.

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The Atmosphere of the Hospital.

Vishnu occasionally glanced towards the ceiling of the room, hearing Juna's voice chatting with his medical team. Sometimes they laugh together, what a shame to Vishnu.

The man lay relaxed while doing work tasks from his cell phone, ignoring by installing a headset device in his ear.

It feels uncomfortable when Juna always throws silly words that make his ears itchy to teach a lesson to doctors less crackers.

“How do you feel? It's done,” said Juna patted the arm of Wisnu who was busy observing the screen of his phone until he turned his head.

“Hah? Already ... not feeling anything,” replied Vishnu staring at his condition by lowering his phone to his side.

All the equipment is seen starting to be reorganized and they all envelop Vishnu back.

“Of course, we use the latest generation of medical equipment methods so that the circumcision becomes safe comfortably and without causing pain with good results and quickly recover, of course,” oceh Arjuni is like a promotion of expertise and also the latest clinic.

“Iya, trust.” Vishnu said briefly.

“You want me to take before and after photos so you can make a collection of mementos?” lontar Doctor Juna grabbed the phone from his white coat pocket after removing the rubber gloves from his fingers.

“Create what? Ridiculous,” reject Vishnu with a face shaking full of rejection and loud sneers.

“Can be shared on IG or on FB,” replied the doctor chuckled. “Don't I make a photo of a Vishnu model as well as a testimonial of patients who use the latest methods from my clinic. I will skyrocket famous all over the country, right?” said Juna at length chuckled happily looking at the screen of his phone.

“Hoi! Don't tell me you stole my picture!” hardik Vishnu tried to reach Juna's hand who retreated from beside Vishnu's ward bed increasingly chuckled.

“Who? I don't steal, it's part of the promotion,” he said, putting his phone back in his medical pocket. The laughter is still being made.

“Truly mad doctor,” umpat Vishnu with annoyed voice. "You will fall into poverty if I demand you later," threatened Vishnu annoyed himself.

“Drinking your medicine, in a few hours you can go home, nagging on.”

“I don't opname?” vishnu asked to look at Juna who was walking around the ward intending to leave his practice room. Some of his medical team had already gone all the way from inside there.

“Why open name? Why are you why?” juna asked teasingly accompanied by her laughter.

“I think I should be treated for 3 days,” as long as Vishnu with a face feel shocked too, what is being watched is not like reality.

“Say, your wounds want to be cared for beautiful sisters here?” juna laughed with the silliness of a Vishnu.

“Go there! Makes me upset,” hardik Vishnu feel ashamed of himself with his innocence.

Juna burst out while waving his hand, with a fist hitting the mattress Vishnu breathed his breath because he held back furious and wanted to laugh at himself.

Reviewing his life after this, a hope and also the way of life is very different from the one he had been living.

Visiting her sister Aswa Tama in prison, Krishna and Isna are her former big boss who is like her family, as well as her niece Alan. Will they all support?

Lonely, a sense that for a lifetime he had to live. With this marriage, Vishnu wanted to throw away that sense. But the fact that the beginning of this plan was only a responsibility was quite suffocating for him as well. A sense that is still ambiguous whether there is really no love for the figure of the ketus girl, Almira.

A strict girl who has been her ideal type.

The door of the room that opens from the outside makes Vishnu turn in that direction. Ihsan was seen entering the room with a smile. Vishnu immediately clucked with the glare of the eyes as if teasing it. Ihsan immediately cleared his throat expelling his thoughts that guessed the state of his boss.

“What time is it?” vishnu asked to take his eyes off Ihsan.

“One more hour, Sir.”

“Keep, will you accompany me tonight at my house?” ask Vishnu again.

“Don't tell you scared?” sindir Ihsan took a chair and sat not far from where Vishnu lay.

“Ck! Wh who? I was scared you said. You don't know me very well, I've even fought with a bullet tofu no?” vishnu's nagging feeling underestimated Ihsan.

“What's the anesthetic not lost?” sahut Ihsan folded his lips wanting to laugh.

“Isk!” Vishnu clucked to look at Ihsan who even chuckled.

Vishnu soon rose from his sleep and descended from his ward. Get down slowly and walk with caution. Ihsan followed along.

“Come home now, long time my tension will rise if here continue,” hiss Vishnu glanced at Ihsan who seemed to be shunned and even chuckled.

“You sure?” seloroh Ihsan is still teasing.

“It doesn't really feel anything. Fuck up! You can scare me,” Vishnu's murmur opens the door to Juna's practice room.

“Hehehe ... It was not as good as the equipment now,” Ihsan replied grimacingly.

“Reason!” decak Vishnu again.

“Let's go there, sir. We use the elevator,” invite Ihsan ahead of Vishnu who began to be comfortable with the movement of his steps.

It turned out that all the shadows of horror he did not feel, really Assistant also Juna managed to scare him. Vishnu followed Ihsan with a grumbling heart.

“If you can use the elevator here, why did we have to walk around and take the stairs?” ask Vishnu annoyed.

Ihsan walked in front still smiling ignoring.

It's a rare chance to see the funny side of your life, sir.

Ihsan still smiled while pressing the elevator button to the Hospital lobby.

I worry about you as much as I worry about myself. In silence we care for each other, in silence we praise each other.

Like the meeting of the moon and stars we fill each other also feel rivaled. But still when we are not present in the same dark night, do we not also miss each other? (Vishnu-Ihsan)

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