The Match is Not the Wrong Address
Patient
"Where do I know." Reza sniffed his shoulders. Ziya held his breath for a moment. He covered his face with both hands. Anxious and worried lurking in the chest.
Reza let out a long sigh, breaking Ziya's hair until it broke apart. If he usually gets angry, not this time. Ziya ignored all the ignorance of the brother.
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Mentari almost immersed himself in the contest. Reza and his entire extended family led Meysa to the creator.
They did not follow a series of events. It's just that, honoring Meysa's body as a fellow human being. Meysa is close to the Reza family. Rio also seemed to be present there. The man who often accompanied Meysa before collapsing. Although both adults, but never intend to raise the status of friendship.
"Doctor, thank you so much for taking Meysa. Please forgive all his mistakes. Thank you for giving your best to our daughter" Papa Indra said after the funeral.
"Together, Sir. May Meysa have the best place by his side. And the father of the family was given patience," said Reza shook the hand of Papa Indra.
After defending his condolences, Reza also said goodbye. Because Naya is alone at home. He often dizzy and nauseous when traveling. Rio and his mother returned home in their own car.
Ziya was still curious. He even waited until the funeral was quiet. Her belief is strong, Juna must have come. But until the sky began to darken, the call of Azaan was heard not far from where it stood resuscitating Ziya. The man did not appear at all. A
"Sister, I'm saying yes. Be happy there." Ziya sprinkled rose petals on top of Meysa's navel. He then left the cemetery for his home.
On the way, Ziya turned her motorbike at a mosque. He fulfilled his duty there. After the jama'ah prayer, Ziya wore her flat shoes.
As he moved into the parking lot, he stared at the familiar back in his eyes. Walk further out of range. Ziya ran after him, touching the man's arm.
"Sister!" call him with breath.
The man turned his head, Ziya quickly let go of his grasp. His eyes widened, and made his face flushed with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, I think people I know" Ziya said, scratching her non-itchy head.
Ziya exhaled his heavy breath. He walked slowly to his parked motorcycle. "Where are you, brother? I'm sorry," he muttered with tears that broke through both corners of his eyes.
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Meanwhile, in a white room lay a man on a gurney. An oxygen hose stuck to his nose. His right hand was also stuck in an infusion tube as a food intake, medicine and fluid replacement.
The open door of the room distracted the middle-aged man sitting beside the bed. He smiled to welcome the arrival of the man.
"How are you, Om?" said Dika kissed the back of Andreas' hand which was none other than Papa Arjuna.
"Well, when to go? How did you get here?" sahut Andreas patted Dika on the shoulder.
"New time off, Om. Pas denger Juna in operation want to jump straight here. But along with the many schedules of my operations." Dika rested his hands on the edge of Arjuna's bed.
"Well, Om understands. Sit down, Om will go out for a while, take Juna down, yes" said Andreas stood up and walked out.
Dika nodded, replacing the father of his best friend. He looked at Arjuna's pale face with pity.
"Lo how the hell, Bro. Long time no news, suddenly lying here? Ck! And your sacrifice, instead of losing Meysa forever." Dika muttered to himself.
Dika did not know about Ziya at all. Because Juna hasn't told anyone. He intends to go home to pick up his papa and propose to Ziya officially. But it has not happened, he ended up on the operating table as a patient.
"Jun, you didn't say that the girl here was clear. Where his face is seen. I met an angel when I stopped by the mosque. Her face is so cute. But I'm groggy, straight out. Nyesel did not reach out first," said Dika giggled at the thought of a girl who pulled his arm earlier.
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