The Mate at the Beginning

Chapter 66 Whispering love

"You've always liked to advise people but itself has a direct problem the mind keeps hurting..." Yahya spoke to himself as he stared fixedly at the face of Mita who was lying weak.

"Now do you want to avoid what else heem...?" mita is still unconscious. There was the sound of footsteps approaching and the sound of curtains being drawn.

"Is the patient conscious?" ask a nurse who previously cared for Mita but apparently she felt prank after seeing Mita still lying peacefully with her eyes closed tightly. His breathing also seemed regular.

"How the hell mas kirain patient has realized until hastily come here...so cute talk yourself crazy learning huh?" the sister grumbled and left while annoyed. Yahya gawking dikatai learning crazy.

'Did I learn to be crazy?' he thought then shook his head. Not angry or upset, he smiled.

"Here you? I was taken crazy." whispered slowly.

"Is this what love is?" Yahya tilted his head still while continuing to look at Mita like he did not want to wake up.

"So I actually just think that I don't even mention the same horrified people." he said looking down while shaking his head again.

"Be aware.I'm worried about you!" looking back at the face of Mayu Mita beside her, her voice sounded hopeful and hopeful.

"If you were my wife, I might hold your hand and stick it to my cheek. Unfortunately, it's just my wishful thinking." he said sadly.

"I can't even stick my palm against you so I know how hot your body is..."

"Let me feel your pain..." Yahya took a deep breath.

"You are so hard to reach even close to me, like a shadow, but I can't see it..."

"Because I respect your principle as a woman who does not want to be touched by a man who is not a mahram..."

"In this case I want to quickly become your ajnabi to justify you being my wife." Yahya smile.

"The question is, do you want it?" Yahya pondered while playing his interlocking fingers.

"Let's just try your position to realize where I dare to talk this way." Yahya smiled back to himself.

"I don't know the name of my feelings but I know my wish is to be with you to live your life for the good of the world." it sounded clumsy from outside the curtain and Yahya instantly returned to the real world. Shame at all it felt to be heard by the same person but his calm heart could express his feelings like being apart from a heavy burden.

"Can surf this talking until forget the place." Yahya.

"Thankful you didn't hear it, it must have felt nervous and awkward..." Yahya scratched his head. He looks stupid and silly in his opinion.

"Jeez mas.so very sweet his sentence sounds sincere from the heart. This heart melts with horror. Just try me who is called must be immediately accepted.hihihi..." Yahya smiled then shook his head.

"Ekheeem.work don't mess around!" suddenly Shiela sounded a reprimand.

"Have there been any progress yet?" tanyanya sewot, there's a jealous tone in it. The sisters who were standing guard immediately shrieked.

"Not doctor Shiela...!" Shiela immediately left but then stopped...

"Other times it's serious that work." he said without turning around and then heard a loud bang from his shoes representing his feelings that harbored anger because of jealousy.

He regretted returning to the ER room, the intention of wanting to get closer and pay attention to the idol, he said,just a pleasant talk to invite dinner or coffee both even heard his outpouring of heart intended for another girl. His heart was crushed as if it was squeezed strong.

Yahya was still sitting in the chair waiting for Mita to wake up until the sound of azan reverberating. He listened to the voice of the azan until it was finished and then got up...

"I remember what you said 'miss to speak when you hear the voice of the devil and have to rush prayers'..."

"I pray first! Wake up.I miss you..I also miss your voice...!" the whisper was soft and soft in Mita's ear, this time not wanting to be heard.

"It's mas..romantis really! unfortunately I accidentally heard him hahaha.." the nurse laughed while holding an injection in the hand that was thrust into the infusion tube. Hearing the sister's remark, Yahya's reddened face held in shame. The clerk whispers love.

"Ekheem..sister be careful not to get the wrong injection! I'm going to the mushola, just a minute!" he said flat while holding in shame.

"Titip what mas? What's my love?" seduce the sister while holding back a laugh. Yahya did not respond and just left.