The Girl At The Club That Night

Breakfast Favoured

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So embarrassed. This hand scratches the head that is not itchy actually. Caca, that girl is so graceful and painstaking. It would be like this if I had a wife. Ah, indeed the age has almost entered the head of three, enough if they are the herd who has been husband since a young age to call if an Alvin is 'weathered bachelor'.

It's not wrong. However, is it worth it if I think strangely about this teenage girl in front?

"Will you have breakfast?"

It's the first comforting question I've heard from Caca's mouth. At first glance he smiled. Not realizing this damn mouth was following the groove.

"I'm a nuisance, right? No noise?"

The hand that was still straws with the soap foam momentarily wiped the sweat on his forehead, leaving also a funny-looking soap foam perched in his hair.

"Actually you don't eat breakfast at home."

For a moment he looked over with a gaze that might be very unfortunate. Some of the delicious dishes began to invite the taste buds to not delay a long time immediately sitting facing him. Caca giggled, he washed and dried his hands after all the clean dirty dishes were left.

"Would you like to have breakfast, right?" Caca gave me a glass of water.

Shame is not bragged. This face feels hot and may be flushed. The girl was still staring until I went to the sink and washed my face in the dishwasher. It's still early in the morning actually, in a few minutes maybe I take a shower.

"Absite ...."

"Hem?" My hands quickly grabbed the warm rice and some dishes that still reflected the delicious aroma smoke. "Would you like to eat too?"

Caca nodded.

"Why? Eat here too."

"Dragon, thank you for helping me last night."

I was reminded of something. Immediately grab the phone that is in the pocket of this black jacket. Ah, it felt a bit complicated and then took it off. Caca was a little surprised when I pulled his body and recorded some traces of bruises and burns from the cigarette. He was a bit surprised too, holding back his T-shirt___ as I was about to unveil the thin shirt.

"Don't want anything from you, please."

"I'm ashamed, Bang."

"This is a report to the police if you're experiencing violence."

"Don't!"

"Why?"

"You brother, tell the police, my brother will be involved."

Why would he still care about that sickening figure? The sister? What kind of person did he call that brother?

"He was forced to sell me, because our family was in debt." He lowered his head to let the two index fingers interlock.

With a heavy heart, I closed back the vidio tape. Like there was a big stone hit that fell to destroy the chest. Tight, like no more appetite to eat.

But, seeing his clear eyeballs staring fixedly at me, like a rewinding of the anger that originally made this fingers clench strongly.

"Okay, we'll have breakfast first. Get ready to go to the doctor, treat all your wounds."

...

After taking a shower, today deliberately filed for work leave after several times ignoring the ration from the office. I purposely took Caca to the hospital, all of you filed a visa without him knowing. Really still feel sick with his brother who deliberately subverted his sister as a means of repaying debt. Rules where is that?

"You wait a minute, you want to make an appointment with the doctor first."

Caca dragged my arm to stay there. The look on the girl's face seemed to imply fear. It turned out that the fat man last night had just finished treatment from the same place. There may be damage to his skull, hopefully he has amnesia.

I looked back at that bruised frightened face that was clearer than last night. In fact, Caca was caught several times grimacing in pain while holding her stomach.

"What do you feel right now other than fear?"

"It hurts, my stomach was punched last night."

"Say everything to the doctor who will handle you. All last night's string of events."

"But I'm ashamed ...."

"Believe the same brother." I tried to convince him. "You're too precious not to get justice."

"But ... Brother."

"Hem?"

"My brother won't get dragged down by the law, will he?"

I smiled. Touching gently on the tip of his lips that still left the wound was already somewhat drying it. "This is a doctor, not a cop."

Disappearing the shadow of the fat man from sight, I brought him down to the actual doctor's room without an appointment I could enter his room. It's just that, if you have to ignore the patient, it doesn't feel good. Each hospital has its own procedure.

Dr. Carina. That woman was my old High School friend. It's just that his fate is better to be able to continue to the medical school that I had wanted while we still had dreams first. Destiny said otherwise, I was only able to major in accounting, even the class of employees.

"Alvin?" his forehead immediately wrinkled. After a few months I haven't visited since he formalized his relationship with Dino, my own best friend.

"Karina, sorry. I brought temen." Somewhat embarrassed too, I scratched the nape not itchy.

Karina's eyes glanced in interest. A girl appeared from behind me, this was indeed a sight she rarely saw.

"Well, are you moving on now?" subtle satire. "Please sit down."

Just as Caca was sitting in the patient seat, I pulled Karina out of the room and whispered a few sentences. The beautiful doctor smiled wryly, looking at me with a moved look.

"Lo love him, Vin?"

Silently, I just fell silent not knowing what to say.

"Gue will do his best." Karina patted me on the shoulder before she finally came in and let me just wait outside.

Thank's Karina. That's probably what made me at first difficult to move on from lo. However, even though it ultimately must belong to my own friends, I am willing, as long as our friendship remains intertwined.

Many times these eyes glanced towards that whitewashed door. Waiting if Karina comes from there, brings something I really hope for.

My two index fingers took turns tapping on the iron refracting chair, rubbing my face and glancing at the pace of the clockwork perched on the wall. What a thrilling wait.

Chequek!

The door finally opened. Karina out brought me a piece of mail that might be the result of what I wanted. However, there was an unclothed look that emanated from Karina's face.

"How's it?" ask me enthusiastically.

"He has to be in surgery."

"Operation? Lo kanda huh? The feeling was fine."

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