The Hidden Love

Class Brother

After passing through a long hallway that Adam and Raka passed filled with struggle, finally they arrived in front of the ICU room.

The two continued to sweep their gazes across the entire room.

"Is this really the room? should the Sultan be here? where is she?" ask Adam.

"Where do I know!" Raka raised both of his shoulders. "Try calling him again!"

Just now Adam was about to get his phone out of his pants pocket but he saw two nurses passing in front of him.

"Sorry Sus, did the nurse see where my friend went?"

Hearing the question asked by Adam made the two sisters look at each other. There were a lot of people hanging around there and where maybe one of the sisters knew which one Adam was referring to.

Raka who understood very well saw the sister was confused and immediately spoke up.

"So this is Sus, I just noticed the nurse just came out of the room." Raka pointed to a room that he believed had been inhabited by Dion. "Suster knows where the patient is going now?"

"You mean, Mr Dion?" answer one of the sisters.

"Frightly so." Raka flicked her finger. "Where is Dion now Sus?"

"Ooh .. That, Mr. Dion was just transferred to the hospital room. He had just regained consciousness after his critical period and the doctor recommended that Mr. Dion be moved immediately."

"Where's Sus's nursery?" ask Adam impatiently.

"Please walk in that direction." the nurse pointed out a passageway. "Street continues until the end there will be a turn, take the left straight on, room five. Mr. Dion was moved there, "the sister explained.

"Yes, thank you for your help, Sus."

Like a father guiding his son, Adam kept holding Raka's hand and told her to walk quickly.

"This hospital what's the labyrinth anyway? who tried architecture? why is the layout of the room so ugly, so messy like this." Adam who felt tired of walking for a long time, continued to complain, feeling dizzy with the winding passage that made him confused.

"You're going to study business management, so how do you know about this? if you think the layout of this room is bad, not for people who understand in their field. It could be that they think this is a high artwork, maybe they want to convey the impression of luxury to every visitor who comes here. They will be amazed by each different arrangement of space on each floor. After all, this may be deliberately made to create a different impression from most other hospitals. The person who owns this hospital is definitely not just anyone, you know that the medical costs here are relatively expensive."

"That's because the service is indeed the best in its class. Uh, by the way did you find out what I asked for the other day?"

"What?"

"Male special saloon." Adam lowered his eyebrows.

"Yes, I almost forgot. There's one place but I don't think it's a salon, what's the name of the place." Raka put her index finger on the chin, a characteristic feature if someone is trying to remember one thing.

"Try to remember again!" adam's orders.

"Here I'm trying to remember Dam, be patient why. A sauna place equipped with a special male masseuse which he said .. ah shit! why forget it!" Raka cursed himself. "The bottom line is Dam, he said there we will be massaged traditional Thai style."

"All right! make a reservation soon!" adam's Pinta.

"You're like the Sultan, you like to rule! those were the words the Sultan said if he asked me to book a place if I wanted to meet a client who was usually from the upper class."

"Huh, speaking of the Sultan, why haven't we found him yet when we've walked this far enough, are we lost?"

"Hey ... here!" The Sultan waved his hand.

"The boy's whole life, we just talked about it and he just appeared in front of us" Adam said.

"Let's hurry!" Raka nudged Adam on the shoulder and ran.

"How's Dion doing?"

The Sultan immediately got a question attack once his two friends were already standing in front of him.

"You see for yourself, come on!"

The Sultan invited Adam and Raka inside, and once the three entered the white room, they were immediately greeted with a charming smile from a Dion.

"Hi Bro! " greet Dion, the man unceasingly carved a smile on his lips that still looked pale.

"Stop laughing I said!" hardik Adam's.

"Hey, what's wrong with him?" Raka asked the Sultan. "Why is it that after seeing Dion siuman he was even angry?"

The Sultan shook his head because he did not know what caused Adam to be angry and yelled like that.

"Cheal soon and go home! I'll challenge you to a boxing fight later" said Adam.

"Well .. you're crazy Dam, he hasn't made a full recovery and you've brought him to the boxing ring." Raka clucking.

"Dion is crazy! could it scare me, you know how scared I was when I saw you get hurt? I'm afraid you're gonna die." Adam approached Dion, who was sitting on the bed, and the two embraced.

As experienced by the Sultan and Raka, this time Dion did not escape Adam's target. Somehow Adam who is now a light hand, hit someone's head as if to be his new hobby.

"You just calm down! I've been stabbed before, and the culprit is also the same person. Mauryn's been stabbing me twice, both here." Dion pressed down on the part below his chest. "So he used to stab me right in my heart with his charm, and yesterday he stabbed in my heart too, but using a sharp weapon. You don't know if I'm a strong man, I won't die just because of a stick." Dion chuckles.

"Bas based on a fat boy! even under these circumstances, he could still laugh" Adam choked.

"Here, stop your bullshit! tell me frankly do you still feel pain in that injured part?" Adam pointed to Dion's belly, right where the folding knife Mauryn had laid.

"It was still a bit painful, but the disappointment and hurt I felt was more painful than this wound." Dion.

"Don't melow that way, it doesn't match your whining appearance at all." - teased Raka.

"Just kid! here and there I am the number one person in the country that I visited while still a diplomat" Dion said proudly.

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly crowded because their boisterous laughter echoed there. Shortly after, they heard someone knocking on the door from outside. A female doctor and one of her assistants came in after hearing Dion's voice.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, we came to interrupt your time. Introduce, I'm the doctor who treated the patient and now it's time for me to go back to check on Mr. Dion's condition" said a beautiful young doctor in a polite manner.

"Please Doc, we'll just wait there." Adam instructed his friend to sit on the sofa in the VVIP ward.

"Thank you for your cooperation, sir." The doctor bowed his body. "Excuse me, sir," his permission revealed the patient's shirt worn by Dion, to see the scars of his surgery.

Dion continued to stare at the beautiful face of the doctor who was currently still busy examining the wound on his stomach.

"Is it still painful sir?" the doctor, whose name was Vienna, asked.

"I don't know Doc, the knife wound here, but why does my heart hurt." Dion uttered it as he blinked one eye, making the Viennese doctor flinch.

"Hand you because the knife hurt your heart a little" Vienna said.

"really?" dion asked in shock, even though his intentions were only joking.

"Yes, and luckily your heart was only slightly scratched, that's what caused you to bleed a lot yesterday."

"But I don't think it's just because of that" Dion said.

"meaning? do you feel any other body parts are hurting?" Vienna looks panicked.

"Hm." Dion nodded.

"God! Sus, is there a series of health tests that have been missed?" turned to look at the nurse who was standing behind him. "So far we haven't found a serious enough wound other than a stab wound on his stomach."

"There is no Doc, Mr. Dion is only injured in the abdomen but if the patient complains there are other body parts that feel pain, it's good we do a re-check," replied the nurse.

Dion, who felt successful in pranking the beautiful doctor, continued to smile.

"What other parts of the body do you feel sick to?" Vienna looked back at his patients.

"Here." again Dion pointed to the part he believed was his heart. "My heart hurts because you keep pretending you don't know me."

The words that Dion spoke made Viennese face flushed instantly, startled, the woman continued to hold onto her chest.

While on the sofa, the men who had been busy talking had suddenly stared intently at Dion, alternating towards the female doctor who was still sitting beside Dion.

"Try on the retest Doc, if you need to do a CT scan, not his stomach is injured but why his brain is troubled?" satirical Adam.

"You don't know the truth, so shut up!" Dion.

"Well, I think today's check-up is enough, don't forget to take your medicine regularly." Vienna got up from her seat, she looked very groggy. "Come on Sus, there are still patients we have to check again. Excuse me first." Vienna nodded politely, please withdraw from there.

"When did he pretend not to recognize me?" mumbling Dion. "Wait!" prevent Dion so Vienna and the nurse who always tailed behind him had reached the doorstep.

Vienna stood with her hand still holding the door handle.

"Are you married?" dion asked without any hesitation.

Vienna shook her head quietly without turning her head towards the person who gave her the question.

"Have a girlfriend or a fiancee?" ask Dion again.

And he smiled faintly as soon as he saw Vienna again shake his head. Without saying a word Vienna immediately passed leaving the room which suddenly made him feel hot.

After the doctor left the room, the three ignorant men who had been sitting on the sofa got up, came back to Dion.

"You know him?" ask Sultan. Then a small nod was answered by Dion.

"Who is he?" just like Sultan, Raka asked out of curiosity.

"My class sister in high school, I didn't expect, after all these years we've been seeing each other again. It turns out that his ambition since long ago to become a doctor is not just a mere joke, it is proven that he managed to achieve what was his dream for a long time. He never changed, still calm and very quiet" Dion murmured.

"Looks like you know him so well" said the Sultan again.

"Of course I know her very well, inside and out." Dion glared far away.

"As far as you know him, what is his lest it be ...," the Sultan's remark was cut off as soon as Dion snatched.

"Yes, I know him very well because he is ...,"

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