THE HARAMKAH?

THE HARAMKAH?
Like in a lightning strike



Dinner was served at the table, lots of delicious food was on it. Aiyra and the man started eating quietly.


"Why do you meet every time you lose the function of your eyes so you can't blink"


Suddenly the question managed to make Aiyra clumsy.


"euhmm that..."


"Don't fall in love with me" The man stood in front of the window from which we could see part of the city of S. With a sturdy body and expensive tuxedo he was wearing made Aiyra's heart pound. Not to mention Aiyra had time to arrange her heart, she was shocked by the man's statement that was so frontal.


"This room is specially designed by my wife, we used to eat together in this place. This restaurant is my sister's got"


Aiyra was flabbergasted not believing what she had just heard.


"Wife?" His inner.


"Are you disappointed Miss?" Said the man without looking towards Aiyra.


Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. Aiyra's head was so heavy on the taste. His heart was so sore, his chest felt extremely tight as if there were thousands of tons of weight bearing down on his chest. It is like a wound covered in salt water.


With a consciousness that was somewhere, Aiyra stood up and stepped her feet out of the room. Without excuses.


"always ungrateful" said the man flatly.


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Aiyra's gaze blankly forward, her tears dripping down. Like a robot that is just straight ahead without seeing the people around him who look at Aiyra full of question marks.


"Lake in!" That voice made him aware of his current existence. Aiyra immediately removed the still-remaining clear hair on her pretty face that the man might have already seen.


With a slightly trembling step, Aiyra stayed away from the man's car and chose to lay off the taxi.


Along the way Aiyra continued to cry with breath that felt so heavy.


"Stupid! What am I? why cry for him?"


Hix


"People say loving someone is so beautiful does this feel wonderful?"


Aiyra squeezed her chest firmly with tears still falling.


"Non, we're here"


"Oh? Yes Sir thank you" while handing over the Ongkos.


Aiyra immediately rushed down from the taxi, she fixed her face so as not to see anyone else that she had finished crying.


"Tok,, here's the car keys" said security while politely thrusting the car keys.


" yes, thank you"


Aiyra took her car keys and put them in her bag. He walked to the treatment room. At first glance he glanced at his parked car.


"Hi doc," said dr. indrawan


"Hi..., what's the condition here?"


Aiyra kept her bag, wearing a white coat of the woman's pride, complete with a stethoscope and a mask that covered part of Aiyra's face


"hemmmm is good" he said while seriously reading the patient's medical record.


"oh yes doc we oper dsni duty only yes, because there are no serious patients as well" exclaimed dr. indrawan.


"ok, let me visit myself to the room" said Aiyra.


After hearing the explanation of dr. Indrawan about the patient's condition, Aiyra visit to the room accompanied by three sisters.


"hello, good day" said Aiyra cheerfully to an elderly female patient who was already 70 years old


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"hello's a pretty doctor, why are you here now?" ask Grandma a little spoiled.


Aiyra unreservedly sat down next to the grandmother and embraced the grandmother's shoulder.


"So Aiyra has met the future husband of Nek"


The grandmother laughed with a typical grandmother's voice mostly showing her teeth that have been eaten by age.


"But Nek, Aiyra's future husband has someone else turned out" said Aiyra spoiled, her lips forward a few inches, her forehead shriveled, her eyes narrowed Aiyra trying to look joking even though her tears were sullen.


The grandmother simply laughed in her distinctive voice.


Aiyra was a doctor who never had any distance between herself and the patient, richly poor in the eyes of Aiyra was completely invisible, she said, for him making the patient laugh and happy is something very happy also for his heart.


Nah! Not because Aiyra did not know cleanliness, because every time Aiyra finished her duty always changed her clothes, in her input into a frictional bag that would end up in the laundry place.


It's getting dark. Aiyra was still busy with her job of flipping through the patient files while occasionally she recorded the results of her examinations.


"Dok, rest first" a nun suggested but Aiyra was still busy with her work.


"Hmmm. Immediately lg responsibility later if this is finished I rest" he said while continuing to check the medical records of patients.


It was getting darker than usual. Maybe it will rain then. And sure enough after Aiyra finished her medical record report and got out of the rain chair. Aiyra looked out the window and it was raining very heavily.


Fuhh..! His grunts.


Aiyra stuffed her ballpoint into her suit pocket and placed a stethoscope on her desk.


Aiyra walked out while putting her hand into the pocket of the suit.


"Suster if there's anything I'm in the upper cafeteria yes" she told the guard sisters.


Yes, the upper canteen is indeed intended for doctors and other staff. The room is AC because there is a special canteen for non-smokers. The middle of the lower canteen that is outside is not AC it means free of smoking and a bit away from the RS.


Aiyra climbed the stairs not using the elevator because she thought the cafeteria was only on the second floor so walking would not make her feel cape.


Aiyra walked with her head bowed, making her unable to see anyone in front of her.


Bruckk. Aiyra hit someone.


How shocked Aiyra was as she raised her head and looked at the face of the person she hit.


This time Aiyra tried to control herself not to be hypnotized and looked at the man without a blink of an eye, no matter how she was the husband of another woman.


Aiyra stepped her feet in a hurry, until her feet stopped because her hands were held back by the man's hand.


Aiyra turned her body and saw the man's hand clutching her hand tightly.


Without a word Aiyra followed the man's footsteps as she dragged her hand and walked towards a room. A room that looks like someone's workspace. There is a large work table with chairs that are so sturdy dark brown, in the middle of which there are several chairs with tables that are rather long according to the number of seats available. There's a bookcase full of. Behind the chair was a beautiful abstract painting.


Aiyra's eyes continued to explore every inch of the room with the position of the hand still in the Man's grasp.


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