The Perfect Happiness
S2 - Eps 87's
Pov Haikal.
Early in the morning I decided to go to Clara's hospital room immediately, bringing two packs of chicken porridge for breakfast. With a knotty smile extending from both of my cheeks, I stepped quite happily. Not because yesterday I had succeeded in taking the hearts of both parents, but because I was convinced and would set my heart to have it. Either he will accept it or not, but maybe let this kind of relationship be established between us. To make me more sure, so is he.
I peeked out from the gap of the curtains covering the window at the front door of the room. It didn't look so clear, then I glanced at my watch, it was seven in the morning. Then I decided to just go in without knocking first.
My eyes only caught the father and his mother Clara talking, then looked at me who was still standing in the doorway.
"Well, doctor Haikal. Login ... log in!" Clara's father let me in and I walked over to her.
"Here, Om, make breakfast." I handed him a plastic bag containing some chicken porridge.
My eyes circulated, looking for a woman who had always appeared in my brain. I smiled back at Clara's parents, because I couldn't find her daughter.
"Clar Clara?" ask mama.
'Shit, get caught!' my thinking. I nodded slowly while blushing in embarrassment.
Bruock!
The sound of the bathroom door.
"This is the door since when to be forced to be pulled" said Clara who came out of the toilet with a loud voice and then stammered as soon as her eyes saw my presence.
I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as I saw her figure, then threw my smile at her. He came out of there in very nice clothes. I have never seen him in an office dress. Gracefully.
My eyes seemed to be hypnotized at that time, especially with a towel that rolled up perfectly covering her hair. Maybe he's shampooing.
I'm enchanted.
The light blue shirt tops he wore were so well suited to his white skin. Knee-length span skirt is black to be an option to pair with the shirt on his body. Very neat, elegant, classy and .. sexy!!
"Remain early in the morning to come here?" clara asked trying to wake me from the look in my eyes that seemed unable to blink the moment she saw it.
I glanced at both of her parents. The question that came out of his mouth was indeed I could predict earlier, more precisely before I entered this room. And I already have the answer.
"Nganterin breakfast." I answered with confidence.
Clara furrowed her brows. "Emang this morning you don't get breakfast from the hospital?"
"Dapette. 'Can't make your dad."
Clara walked over to me while releasing the towel wrapped around her head. "Trus I got no?" He glimpsed me when we were only about a meter away, while grabbing the plastic bag from his father's hand.
He opened the plastic bag and checked the contents. "Cock just two?"
"Make father your mother. If you can have breakfast with me downstairs, you go to the office" I replied.
Looks like my words made his face change. Sure enough, on both sides of his cheeks now appeared a reddish hue. Then he immediately went to the sofa and put the chicken porridge pack on the table in front of the sofa.
"It looks like Clara's still embarrassed." Putting his father to me. Reached me, his father and his mother chuckled amusedly.
Sometimes Clara is shy, but sometimes barbaric. I still can't guess clearly how his attitude and behavior are. Which is why I'm interested in him. It always makes me curious.
I went back to chatting with his mother, asking about his current condition, while his father would occasionally tell her what had happened to him after his wife had been injected from the hospital nurse.
A few minutes later, Clara came to us and said she would go to work. I who saw there was a little gap and opportunity, directly did not waste it just like that.
"Where would I take you?" sergeant hurry.
"Good idea." Bunda. His father supported that as well. "Yes, really delivered. So if there's something or your mother can go home, you can take your mother directly without waiting for you." His father is getting worse.
Clara who was suggested like that just gawked in silence.
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Clara POVs.
'Why did father and mother become so compact with this man?' I think it's getting messed up.
How not to mess up, I just got out of the bathroom and almost made fun of the hard toilet door if pulled open. Then suddenly saw the doctor of this hospital was already in the room and some of the words of my mockery was probably heard. And now? He offered to take me back to the office. What a shit this life is!
As a result of several shows contaminated with coercion from my parents, Haikal won. I could no longer find any reason to refuse his offer.
"Well, I said yes, Bun, Dad!"
I saluted the backs of my father's right hand and my bundle in turn, then I grabbed the sling bag and the cloth bag that had my shoes in there. Haikal and I went out of my room and walked side by side down the hallway to get into the elevator.
In the elevator, we were busy with our thoughts. Not a single word was spoken. Until I got into his car. Sometimes he glances at me, I do the same.
Along the way only the sound of songs from the car audio is heard. This time I don't know whose song.
🎶
You got me stuck in your love
No I dont wanna go no
Baby I'm so in love with you
In love with you
You got me stuck in your love
No I dont wanna go no
Baby I'm so in love with you
In love with you
Under the sun our hearts dance
Welcome the season of love
You and I might know our love one
🎶
Echem ...
Echem ...
Haikal's made-up cough made my head spontaneously turn to him. Staring at him, while he smiled wily.
"What's your lager??" Haikal opened the conversation.
"It could be breakfast, but there's only about fifteen minutes and it has to be the deket office." I gave a calculation of the time left before the check in my office.
Actually I could've called the office and said I was late, in order to have a long time for breakfast. But this time I want to test it. Because as before, he was like this to me.
"Well, fifteen minutes is enough for breakfast. Waiting queue made already five minutes, eating while chatting has been almost ten minutes, not to mention after eating. Where is enough five be—"
"Lu Bavel also it turns out. The feeling was cool." My assessment of him suddenly changed the moment I heard him nagging an unclear one.
"Huh?! What's?"
"No papa." I know, he must have heard what I said earlier. He just wanted me to clarify it.
***
I was busy working on some insurance policy reports that had been legalized by other employees. Enter some new data and set the length of time the policy takes effect. Until finally my eyes catch a blue map with a lot of paper stuffing, maybe get hundreds of sheets.
I stopped my current activities, while trying to rest my fingers that had been struggling for too long with the keys on the keyboard. Then I tried to pull out the file, and I removed it and ignored some of the other documents I was working on.
Actually there is nothing strange about the contents of this document, it's just that I was curious. I wanted to find out more about the Haikal family, before I completely stripped my heart out just for him. As well as convincing me not to be wrong in giving heart.
Finally my phone rings. Spread my mind.
🎶
Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
🎶
Damn, I forgot where the phone was. I immediately grabbed my sling bag that I was hanging on the back of my chair. I reached into the contents, still I could not find the phone. The sound of the song continues to be heard.
I slowly picked up the documents that were scattered on the desk and finally got the phone. I saw the name that appeared on my phone's display screen.
Haikal.
I pinched my eyebrows before the phone call finally stopped, signaling the call had been cut off. Then I put the phone back, but just a few seconds, Craig David's ringtone sounded.
Haikal calling, again.
I let out a rough sigh and closed my eyes for a while then exhaled that breath again. Many times, I just shifted the green button on the screen of the phone.
"Hallo?"
Across there was the sound of a haikal baritone so 'greget' in my ear. I leaned my body against the back of the chair while listening to his voice.
Haikal invited me to lunch. He also said that he would pick me up in a few minutes. I thought for a moment, then I said that I only had a little rest. Only about thirty minutes. Then I went back to listening to the protest from Haikal with laughter that I had deliberately withstood.
"Yes .. yes, very chatty!" my sergeant's.
I finally accepted his offer after being satisfied to listen to his chatter that was similar to the county-level gossip mums. I disconnected that phone line.
I immediately got ready, cleaned up some files, saved the data I had created and shut down my computer. Not to mention I did lunch together with Haikal, but both corners of my lips have been perfectly inflated.
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