
More than a month ago, the soldier was in the hospital. The handsome, well-built man seemed to improve, because he received intensive care from his personal nurse Solenne, who was sent directly from the French military. The woman was very patient when her patients treated her very harshly.
"What's your name?" Solenne stared intently at the man's brownish iris in front of her as she was about to examine the sturdy body.
The man increasingly pulled Solenne's arm violently, "i'll ask, what's your name, are you the nurse who will deliberately kill me with a big syringe back then?"
Deg, man,
Solenne stared at the soldier with fear, "I never want to hurt a patient, Sir what's your name, answer!" he pulled the burly hand, installed a digital device to measure the blood pressure of the creepy man.
Accidentally the dashing man approached Solenne's pretty face, "what's your name?" The eyes of the two met staring at each other.
Solenne lowered his head, not wanting to linger long staring into the eyes of the eagle that was able to give a different signal in the heart. He swallowed his saliva many times, wanting to escape from the room that had a slightly cool temperature.
"Include my name, Solenne," he bowed without looking at the handsome man's eyes.
Sheeeer, uh,
The man's blood suddenly boiled, remembering something, but it was hard to speak. Instantly the burly hand pushed the body of the woman standing near him.
Braaak, braaak,
Solenne bounces away, injuring the shoulder of the girl who had been caring for him, "aaaaagh, what's wrong with you, sir?" he felt a shoulder scratched from tripping over a medicine shelf.
The man in front of him smiled faintly, staring intently at Solenne, "I really like the way you pay attention, but I don't like to hear your name!"
Solenne raised both eyebrows, "who are you, sir? why are you so cruel to me, what is my fault? have we met before?" he was getting curious, because he did not receive the treatment of the abusive man who had been his patient.
"My name is Thattan Boulanger. The beloved son of Mr. Pierre Boulanger the baker in the middle of Marseille, the middle-aged woman who used to wait here was my mother, Lady Anelle," The man threw away his gaze from Solenne.
Solenne took a deep breath. Rushing he took the plaster, to cover the wound on his shoulder.
Thustan was still reluctant to glance at Solenne, having remembered a little of the story, but he was unable to remember it, "why do I hate this woman for no reason?"
After a few minutes of Solenne treating his wound, he again drew closer to the man who had just brushed him off, "can I go back to my duty, Mr Thentan?"
"Hmm."
Solenne continued his work, without making small talk, every skin they met, there was a different vibration in the hearts of the two, "why do I feel something," he just muttered inwardly.
"Your blood pressure is normal sir. Excuse me," Solenne hurriedly left the treatment room, unwilling to mince words.
Thentan just stared at the girl's back pass, unwilling to hold back, "could you call Doctor Patrick?" his orders, but not ignored by Solenne.
He continued to pass, leaving the room with a wounded heart, "why should I face a sadistic man like him God," Solenne's tears flowed profusely behind the door, while tightly shutting the treatment room.
Anelle had just arrived from the bakery, a little strange looking at the girl who was taking care of her son. Slowly he approached Solenne, a little confused, "are you crying here?"
Solenne was shocked, seeing the presence of Anelle was very sudden already beside him. Slowly he rubbed his face, shook his head, choosing to leave the middle-aged woman, "excuse me Madam," he bowed respectfully.
Pierre seemed confused to see Solenne when passing by, but was reluctant to say hello. Strict control is still done by the order of the General Herald Tribune.
"Hmmm, why is she crying baby?" Pierre shrugs Anelle's shoulder.
Anelle shrugged her shoulders, "don't know, I think she's tired of facing our son."
Pierre smiled, opening the door to his favorite son's room.
"Ooogh my son," hugged Anelle to Thustan.
Thentan greeted his parents very well, "Mi, has Mami ever heard of a Canbrai kingdom?"
Anelle and Pierre stared at each other strangely, they shook their heads, without answering because they did not understand.
"Hmm Papi knows. Mami does not know the history of our country," Anelle smiled thinly turned her eyes towards the refrigerator, looking for some food that she deliberately provided, to stock if overnight there.
Pierre accompanied his son, feeling a difference in the beloved son, "what happened, why they were watching you so closely. Did you make a mistake?"
"I was their target, there was something I knew, but they couldn't get it. I hope Papi is more careful because we're in danger, "Thustan chose to sit in the living room couch of his room.
Sheeeer, uh,
Pierre recalled several times, the army soldiers came to his bakery, asking the same question, 'do you have a son, sir.' The words always ring in Pierre's ear when they come.
Anelle took a few cups of chocolate pudding, gave it to Thustan, fed his son. Treat Thustan like a child.
"Enak?" Anelle rubbed gently on her son's back.
Thentan nodded, instantly his eyes wildly feeling something from the corner of the hospital building. There's a red light coming from the direction of the office building located away from the hospital building, "Pi, if I ask you guys to duck do it right away."
Pierre and Anelle jumped in shock, terrified that something was threatening their family's safety.
Soon Thustan opened the door of his room, looking for the whereabouts of the soldiers still on guard in the hospital area, "permit Ndan, across the building there is an allied team with sniper leads to my room!" respectfully.
"Ready, reports received," the soldier contacted the other soldiers through the most advanced tool they had.
Thentan returned to the room, sure enough, when he was about to enter the room, the sound of sniper shots whizzing through the hospital room.
Solenne and Patrick who were about to enter the special room of Thattan, felt something terrible pass through their heads.
Thustan grabs the bodies of Solenne and Patrick after hiding both of his parents in the bathroom.
Dor. dor...
Gunfire from the opponent's direction again rang out ravaging the hospital's special care room, which Thustan occupied for several months.
"Compose!!" thattan shouted protecting Solenne. The girl's body was protected from being pierced by the arrowhead, as she had felt a few months ago.
The atmosphere of the treatment room was getting shattered into pieces, all the aids looked destroyed and badly damaged.
Patrick, who was still covering his ears, took refuge under a sofa not far from Than and Solenne, "contact the General Herald Tribune!" panicked shouting.
Thustan was reluctant to do so, as he was convinced that he was being protected by other soldiers. As soon as the sniper shot stopped, his mind went back to his parents who he had hidden in the bathroom.
"But, Mommy, are you all right?" thattan shouted from the living room of the treatment room.
A quiet atmosphere without a meaningful sound from behind the bathroom.
"Mommy, Papi," Thentan shouted again, still messing with the whole situation from a distance. The face of the French military soldier was a little worried, as there was no reply from his parents.
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