The Obsession of the Enthusiast

Artha VS Kevin

"Sir Kevin Cakra? Please come in" a nun approached Kevin and Wana.

"Lo don't run away, Non" said Kevin.

"Huh, worry too much! Huh you hold my phone for bail! I'll wait here!" wana Sahut.

"Here," Kevin took Wana's phone, then chipped, "This is hape lo bar-bar anyway! The screen cracked badly until the icon is not clear shape!"

"Udah you take a first why siih, hape I'm the only one and full of memories thatuu! Onion ah!"

"Most girls can't handle electronics! Say you don't want to change hape because males memindahin memory right?! There must have been a lot of weird!"

"Why are you so complicated? let me go inside!"

"Don't, I'll get stressed out later" said Kevin while following the sisters into the IGD.

"Have to say stress! Say you don't want to be caught crying!" wana grumbled after Kevin disappeared behind the door.

But crazy too, I met in real droves. Original and professional.

It feels so good to be young again.

But why is his behavior so lenje yak if the same me. The same fitting feeling that was full of affection (do not quickly pass) and high level of attention.

Wana also grabbed her pouch, opened the powder case and glazed over.

"Cowok could have been that good, did I have nose surgery too? Format got me less straight nih there is a window in the middle," muttered Wana.

Meanwhile, the,

Let's turn to Om Silver haired brunette tajir.

Ruffled around his waist, Arthasewu Connor glanced from his eyes across the room on the 3rd floor.

The existence of Wana, Nil.

Artha intends to call him but he is afraid to disturb Wana. Who knows if the girl is with her target.

But, it's midnight.

Don't-don't... Continuing to the hotel?! Thought Artha was worried.

Ah, no! Nah! Si Mak Lampir once said that he tried hard to maintain his virginity. So he can't be taken to a hotel room.

So supposedly, the most fitting place to chat other than on the 3rd floor was the VIP room.

"Hey, is there a white, skinny girl, big chest, getting into the VIP room?" ask Artha to the reception room VIP section.

"There sir, when he entered he was with a man in a white suit. But the mbaknya's out again in a hurry same guy,"

"Boy together?"

"Yes, still young sir, very handsome too. Uh, I'm sorry, sir, I'm upset," the receptionist closed his mouth while blushing.

It's not really Artha's business. Why does he feel emotion? Young and handsome guys aren't a target for Wana. So who?

Obviously, Artha will call Wana.

Tuuuut (first ring)

Tuuuut (the story of the second ring)

Tuu... "Hello?"

Artha stunned.

Who greeted him with a male voice.

"It's Wana's hape, right?" artha asked while frowning.

"Rubber, Wana again outside Om, hape tipped to me,"

"Where is this position?"

"At RS XX, at IGD,"

"On IGD?!" artha's tone of voice instantly panicked.

"Err... Huh yeah?"

"I'm there now, don't go anywhere!"

And Artha immediately hung up the phone, then with half a run he headed for his favorite 'bull' to go to RS XX.

While Kevin squinted his eyes while staring at the cracked phone screen Wana.

"Gue picked up the phone will be a problem anyway?" kevin was doubtful.

Then she wiped her tears.

It turns out that from earlier he was sick, it could be dangerous if caught crying in front of girls as well.

I think his acting should be awarded a grammy award.

"Sut it out for a while, well mas," said the doctor guard while grinning.

"Ohiya Mas Dok's. Try not to stitch too much," Kevin grimaced timidly.

4 stitches.

Fortunately, it was anesthetized.

"Later the pain killer is drunk, sir, yaa clekit-clekit a little bit the most. The stitches don't need to be opened are going to be meat" Mas Dok said.

"The clekits how bad are? Scale 1 to 5?" Kevin looked at her worriedly.

Oh my God, what a sweet fuck! I am just working. Think of Doc.

"4 is Mr. Kevin,"

"Anjrit tuh chick, damn double! I hope this is the last time I see him!" kevin complained as he rubbed gauze on his forehead.

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"Wana!" Artha found Wana sitting in the waiting room while daydreaming about watching a Turkish channel show from a television hanging on the wall.

Wana also turned to Artha, with tears, because there was a scene of the main character abandoned by the husband because the actor came. Wana was thinking about Nirmala, her sister.

But Artha saw it differently.

He immediately pulled Wana into his arms.

uh, cieee.

"Aren't you papa? Where's that sick?" Artha misunderstood.

"Eh? How come Om's here?" ask Wana.

"We're moving hospitals, I'll make sure the best treatment is for you!" Artha herded Wana's body towards the exit in a hurry.

"Eit, jerk!" someone held back Wana's movements with a grip on the arm. The girl's steps stopped, making Artha also reflexively look back.

"Where are you going?" kevin asked while squinting his eyes at Wana.

"Eh? This was..." Wana pushyly pointed at Artha.

"Who are you?" ask Artha to Kevin.

"Who is this?"

"I asked first,"

"He can't just leave" said Kevin. (Out of course, the handling fee has not been paid).

"This is none of your business" said Artha.

"It's our business, you have nothing to do with it, instead" (he said he hape Wana still held it) sizzled Kevin while pulling Wana's hand towards him.

"Om Artha, I want to finish the business with Kevin first yaa," said Wana. (The administration, that is).

"But,"

"Om go home first, afraid of trouble. I'm okay, you are!" wana said with a smile. (That is, do not let Om Artha who became even dimmer, because the incident in the VIP room was really bashful!)

"Yuk," muttered Kevin while pulling Wana's waist towards the hallway on the right side.

"Wana," call Om Artha.

"See you soon, Om!" sahut Wana with a sad look followed Kevin who was still hugging his waist possessively (he really did not want Wana to run away). Kevin's gaze towards Artha was very cynical (the cause of the anesthetic effect began to run out).

And the two of them disappeared behind the corridor, leaving Artha alone.

"Why did you come here? Just be ashamed!" Omel Kevin's.

"Not me cong!"

"So that's daddy lo?"

"Not really. He's too judes to be my daddy,"

"Why did you hug?"

"Gue was also shocked, hehehehe,"

"Why does it look like a rainbow?!"

"Gue does not know to be seneng, sad or embarrassed, bego! Was ah! Let's pay your sewing fee!"

"Geez! Love is in the hospital! Lambo's car anyway," muttered Kevin.

"Do you want me to add the stitches?"

"No brother, sorry kaaak," sighed Kevin respectfully.

And in front of the IGD, Artha grudgingly called his men.

"So I asked the IGD Doctor, his name is Kevin Cakra. Find out who he is and what he has to do with Wana. If you are still a brother let it be. But if not, just finish it,"

"Ready, sir," came the voice of his assistant from across the phone.

Well lo!