Wife Titipan Talak 3

Chapter 34. I'm not giving up

The skin stands next to the patient's bed. Dimas looked at Winda who was still weakly rolled. Winda did not dare to look at Dimas who just continued to watch him without blinking.

"Winda, uh miss. I don't know what your name is yet" Dimas said.

Winda was silent while holding his stomach which still hurts.

"Is it still painful? The medicine is coming soon. Hang in. Here," said Dimas.

Dimas grabbed Winda's hand and massaged the palm part between the index finger and thumb to reduce pain in the abdomen.

"Hold, this hurts a little. But later it can also be somewhat less painful," said Dimas while continuing to massage Winda's hands.

Winda just let what Dimas did to her. Winda misses out with Dimas. The sweet memories played in the mind of Winda and not felt a drop of tears dripping at the end of his eyes.

Dimas stopped his massage thinking that Vinda was in pain because of her massage.

"Is my massage too strong?" ask Dimas.

"No," replied Winda quietly.

Winda began to feel less pain in his stomach after getting a massage from Dimas.

Tok to tok.

"Lake in."

Assistant Dimas came in to tell me something important.

"Doctor, there'll be an operation soon. The doctor should be ready soon" said Dimas' assistant.

"Yes, sorry I almost forgot. Sorry, I'm Haris leaving because there's an operation. Rest here and take the medicine after the medicine comes. Finish the operation, I'll come straight here" Dimas said.

Dimas stepped away to prepare for the operation. His heart was happy to be able to approach a woman who resembled Winda. The voice was indeed the sound of the Winda, the hand he held was also the hand of the Winda.

But at this time he must concentrate on doing surgery and not forget to pray that everything goes according to his expectations and there is no mistake.

Meanwhile, Winda felt uncomfortable if he continued to be near Dimas. She definitely won't be able to keep a secret any longer, because now she knows that Dimas and Maya have nothing to do with it.

I'm sorry Dimas. I can't go back yet. Thank you for waiting faithfully for me. I will definitely come back to you sooner or later.

"Miss, this is the cure" Raga said as she gave a glass of water and medicine.

Winda took the medicine and asked Raga to prepare to leave.

"Raga, we're leaving now."

"But we haven't said thank you to Dr. Dimas, miss," Raga said.

"Not necessary now. Next time I'll thank Dr. Dimas, myself" said Winda as he got out of bed.

"All right, miss."

Winda and Raga rushed out of Dimas' room. Dimas' assistant, who saw them coming out of Dimas' practice room, rushed to chase and blocked Winda from leaving.

"Miss, Dimas's doctor told him you should stay in his room until Dimas's doctor finishes the operation" Dimas' assistant said as he tried to block Ms Winda from leaving.

"sorry. Just tell doctor Dimas, if I have any important needs that I need to finish immediately. He will definitely understand my position," replied Winda.

Assistant Dimas named Mesa, can only say the words of Vinda without much dispute. Winda and Raga soon pass and disappear behind the turn of the hospital's check room.

After almost 2 hours in the operating room, Dimas can breathe with relief because the operation went smoothly as expected. He rushed to take a shower and changed clothes to immediately meet the Winda and take her home.

With a smile adorning his handsome face, Dimas stepped towards his room. But at once his smile disappeared when he did not find Winda in his room.

Mesa with a feeling of fear approached Dimas who looked disappointed.

"Doctor Dimas, the lady forced her to leave. He said there's something important to be done right away. He said, too, that the doctor would understand him," said Mesa nervously at never seeing the disillusioned face of the notoriously friendly doctor Dimas.

Dimas then smiled at Mesa and told him to leave. Dimas sat down listlessly. His breath feels a little claustrophobic. His hope of getting him to admit that he was Vinda was futile.

But Dimas was not discouraged. For two years he could wait, let alone this was just a matter of confession. There was still plenty of time and opportunity as long as he did not disappear again like he used to.

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