
There was a sound of a few taps from the laptop in front of the practice table. The laptop seemed to be tormented with a quick and too rough tap of a finger. Fingers - fingers that move nimbly type something on the laptop and.last press the enter button by raising the hand slowly but the index finger presses the button with a hard tap at the end.
Tuk.
Nadia looked upset behind the practice table. For 3 days the specialist did not contact him. That's what pisses him off. The first time he came home, - in the afternoon of Sunday - Nadia did not talk too much because her mother who mastered the time at that time. From the first came until the specialist named Arkan was home, for 2 hours his mother joined the drift into their conversation. Nadia couldn't do much even though she felt very upset at the time.
"But. yeah.have it..," he thought.
The girl wearing white practice clothes got up from her seat. Move slowly to the bookcase. He picked up a book, opened it while standing up. His feelings are a little confused. That's how he feels right now.
Tok....
Nadia.
"Yes...."
A nurse opened the door and entered the room.
"There are no more patients, Doctor. The queue is over."
The nurse smiled grimly.
"Oh...."
"Are we out for a snack this afternoon, Doctor?" ask the nurse who has a small bun on her head, with a motion of spoiled and still grimace. More precisely installments.
"I want to drink latte coffee and eat fried bananas."
Nadia approached the chair and threw her butt. He was lazy to talk. His waiting stuck to skinny work.
"What's up, Nad?" ask the adult nurse. He didn't call Nadia the Doctor, anymore. His face was seriously mixed with curiosity.
"I'll go out, find the food you want."
"I don't want to go out, Tis. My heart is upset..," cried Nadia.
"Wow.it's interesting. Wait a minute, I'm calling OB to buy our food and drinks."
The nurse who was Tisna was back on the line.
Tisna ran small towards the phone on Nadia's desk, picked up the phone handle, then pressed one number with one index finger with a gentle flick.
"Yes. Please Mr. Rudi tell Nadia's office. Okay...," he exclaimed softly and spoiled. His head was slightly wobbly as he placed the phone handle onto his container.
"Okay. I'm ready to listen...."
Tisna sat in the blue patient chair. He crossed his legs. Then put both hands that are also crossed on the right knee. He is a professional listener who will listen to a storyteller. His two eyes flickered - a blink looking at Nadia who had long been his best friend.
"What do I do, Tis...? I think I'm in love with her...."
Nadia put half her body to the practice table. The left hand holding his head clashed directly with the black glass that was on the practice table as a pedestal. His ass is still in the chair. His tone was like a drunk.
"If I think, he likes you too."
Tisna asked Nadia a question.
"Really...!"
Tisna was surprised that her friend had suddenly risen from her sleep, looked at her and showed her two sparkling eyes.
"Why is this girl acting like a high school student?"
About half an hour ago, Nadia told me about dr. Arkan with a very different gelagat. He's like a big New Boy.
"Yes. I think he likes you. If he doesn't like it, why would the young doctor come to your house?"
Tisna gave her opinion really.
"Hmm. but why hasn't he contacted me in these 3 days...."
Nadia again curled up to the table with a weak tone of speech accompanying her body movements.
"Take the bright side, you will want to meet the prince like in a Korean drama. The brave prince came to your house and met the guests. And now it has materialized," said Tisna cheering Nadia. He spoke excitedly until his body and face were pushed slightly forward.
Nadia rose from her arms.
"Yes, because he behaved like that I couldn't sleep in peace."
The girl seemed to be slightly fussing and threw her back against the back of the chair.
"Till it?"
"Yes...."
Nadia advanced her body forward, took a cup of coffee that was already on the practice table, ushered Mr. Rudi from 15 minutes ago.
"Hey...! That's Mine. Doctor Mom is really drunk right now...!
Snappy Tisna but in the form of affection, not anger.
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