Star Clarissa

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The son panicked, Clarissa's asthma relapsed and it turned out that the woman was carrying a supply of inhalers that she had to carry anywhere. Putra quickly carried her and immediately brought Clarissa back into the hospital. Just seeing the panic face of the Son alone had made the medical team run to help the man.

Her steps back when Doctor Vikri offers to hold Clarissa. Doctor Vikri looked confused. "Let me just Doctor,"

His son's attitude was patted to save Clarissa. Doctor Vikri asks Putra to take Clarissa into his room and place her in bed. Dr. Vikri hastily installed a breathing apparatus for Clarissa. Long enough Clarissa drew and exhaled him repeatedly, until she felt his breathing return to normal. Not once did the Son leave Clarissa, her hand held Clarissa's.

Quite calm, in her already clear mind Clarissa pulled her hand from that grasp.

"Dok,,," Call Clarissa down, Doctor Vikri stands up, takes off the assistive devices and checks on Clarissa.

"Why not bring your inhaler?"

"Forgot."

"So like his asthma relapse???"

Son berdehem. "Hand Doc.."

Doctor Vikri sees the Son standing next to him, he lowers his hand from Clarissa's head.

"Still like relapses?" re-tanyanya.

Clarissa shook her head. "Sometimes."

"Later let me report to Doctor Gio, let me remind you more often to check-up, it's been a long time since we've been chatting." Doctor Vikri looked at Putra, the man looked at her with a hostile look while scabbing. "is better? Clarissa can go home."

"Thank you Doctor Vikri" he said as he got out of bed and grabbed his bag given to him by the Son. "I'm saying goodbye."

"Be careful Clarissa, call me anytime for a consultation." Clarissa nodded and smiled, The son looked at Doctor Vikri with dislike.

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"Doctor Vikri, when do you deal with asthma?"

"When Junior High, Doctor Vikri's new apprentice." Answer while putting on the seat belt. "But a year Doctor Vikri continued his S2 in London. Keep fitting High School, I'm taken over by Doctor Vikri again."

"Why?"

Clarissa looked at the Son for a moment, then looked ahead. "Why what?"

"Why did Doctor Vikri take over?" The son's question sounded unhappy. "Did the Doctor choose a patient??"

"Not that. I'm comfortable with Doctor Vikri, so it's fitting I know he keeps when to go home to Indonesia, so right back I'm asked to consult with him again." Clarissa's forehead was wrinkled, the car had not yet been turned on, and the Son was still faithfully facing her. "What's wrong?"

"No, no," he looked ahead and started the engine.

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Geck... Geck... Geck...

The son stared at the door, stood up and walked to open it. One of the women who worked at home looked down small while smiling.

"Why mba?"

"Call you father, downstairs."

"Oh, yes," the woman nodded and passed away.

The son went down the stairs and saw his father and mother sitting casually in the family room, the television screen was on but both parents were busy chatting by throwing jokes at each other. The son sat on a single sofa opposite his parents.

"Papa call Son?"

"Yes,"

"Why?"

Gio looked at his wife at a glance. "Mama said, earlier there was a fuss in the room of the vice director of service. He said one of the patients petitioned Dr. Vikri."

The face of the Son seemed to think. "Certainly? do you need the Son's help?"

Gio looked at Anita again. "After being traced, the account in the name of the patient is you."

The son pointed to himself. "Kok Putra?"

"Come on dude, why did you do that to Doctor Vikri?"

The son shook his head little. "What does the Son do?"

"That's what we're asking, baby." Anita began to speak up as the Son acted as if he knew nothing. "Did Doctor Vikri make a mistake? or are you just being a prank? you know Doctor Jeno."

"Vikri's father isn't he?" Gio and Anita nodded. "Why with him."

"Until you call papa asking that question, just now." The son just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Gio displayed a roomchat that Putra did not see clearly. "See, one of the nurses you know asked the truth about Dr. Vikri's mutation?"

Anita stood up and sat on the hand of the sofa that the Son was sitting on. "Explain to us what happened."

"Nothing." Reply indifferently.

"Darling, you have to be honest with your actions, at least give us a reasonable reason for everything to be clear and we can take firm action on Doctor Vikri." Anita said softly.

The son seemed to be thinking of saying all his unrest. "The doctor, he did something indecent to Clarissa. Son look." The Son's words made Gio straighten his body.

"No way."

The son leaned back when he saw the response of his father who did not believe his words, even the mother only frowned. "It's up to you not to believe."

"Mrs Andraa...." Gio's voice slightly raised when calling his house butler. "Mom...."

"Yes sir." Ms. Andra lowered her head and walked forward a little. "Mr need my help?"

"Please call Clarissa, invite her to join us. But when you're asleep, don't disturb him." Ms. Andra nodded, then excuse me to leave.

Luckily Clarissa had not slept tonight, she went down to follow Andra's mother and sat down next to Gio, smiling little at Anita.

"Om call Ica?"

Gio nodded, his eyes still looking at Son who seemed to show that his words were right about Doctor Vikri, while Gio felt that something was wrong.

"Today Ica there's a meeting with Donter Vikri?"

Clarissa's forehead is wrinkled. "Doctor Vikri?? There was om, this afternoon when Ica's asthma recurred."

"Doctor Vikri didn't say the same?" Clarissa shakes not knowing. "Did Doctor Vikri do something disrespectful to Ica?"

"No courtesy? For example?"

Anita stood and sat down beside Clarissa, embracing and stroking the woman's shoulder. "Like doing indecent with you, you understand what auntie means?"

"Why should Doctor Vikri do that?" He asked back, not understanding the direction meant by this couple. "Son there was a kok nemenin Ica earlier, why om same aunt did not ask the Son only."

Anita looked at Putra, while Gio stroked his chin and laughed at their conversation. "Papa knows ma,"

Anita looked at her husband. "Know what pa?"

"It's not Doctor Vikri who's in trouble, it's our son."

"I mean papa?"

"Look this." Gio positioned his seat more firmly. "Doctor Vikri is an educated person, and there is no way Doctor Vikri does anything profane to Ica let alone there is a Son..."

"Pa," The son parted. "Every educated person should not do bad things? can't criminals do good too?"

Clarissa's head pulsates, she's massaging a little. The debate conducted by Gio and Putra made Clarissa nauseous, it felt too noisy.

"Ica, is it okay, baby?" anita's Reprimand. Maybe the woman saw his strange-looking movements. "Dizziness? the two of them if you argue again like to make a headache?"

"What is this about aunt?"

"There's a report asking Dr. Vikri to be moved or discharged from the hospital,"

Clarissa's eyes widened. "Why?"

"You ask the Son?" Gio interfered with the conversation between Clarissa and his wife. "You think it's that easy to fire and hire people? Doctor Vikri is a highly educated and well-skilled man for our Hospital, you just shut up and do what papa asks of you, Son."

"Can the Son not keep the Son's?"

"Yours?" Gio snorted, "since when did he become yours? uh huh? your bullshit,"

"Pa,," Anita admonished Gio not to say any longer. Then he looked at the Son. "The point of this conversation is, Doctor Vikri will not move and Clarissa has the right to choose whether to remain in the care of Doctor Vikri or find a replacement."

Clarissa was getting clueless. "Why should I change? Doctor Vikri is good with Ica kok om-tante, Doctor Vikri himself said that Ica was like his own sister. Lagian Ica also not every day consultation with Doctor Vikri, Ica just happened to forget to bring drugs and asthma Ica relapse."

"Listen Son...."

The Son's gaze sharpened on him, he looked unhappy with the long sentence he had never uttered. The man stood up and left the living room, without even once excusing his parents.

"Son why om-tante?"

"Biasalah, this is Friday night, the offerings are lacking." Gio's words made Anita laugh a little, and Clarissa just silently did not respond, her eyes staring at the back of the Son who had disappeared from behind the door.

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