Woman, Don't Go From Me
CH - 21
Haris knocked on the common poly door in front of him quietly. For about 30 minutes he waited for his turn. The acute ulcer he suffered suddenly relapsed and could not be tolerated with the drug pharmacies he usually bought. With forced he also checked himself into a hospital that is not too he likes to enter in order to get the right treatment.
"Lake in!" The low-pitched woman's voice was like she had heard before.
FLECKISH
Haris entered while looking ahead. A female doctor was sitting in her swivel chair holding a paper.
"Mr Haris.. " The female doctor raised her head and noticed Haris. Suddenly the look of his face changed, his eyes widened as if he saw something creepy.
The doctor bit his lower lip. His face was flushed, he looked very embarrassed.
"Doctor?" Sapa Haris flatly made the female doctor more tense.
"Doctor?" Haris repeated his sentence
"Ah yes.. "The doctor stuttered.
"Mr Haris what's the complaint?" The doctor broke the smile forcefully.
"My stomach is bloated, it feels hot like it's burning. I also feel nauseous and here it hurts, it hurts." Haris pointed to her chest.
"Okay, please lie there!" The doctor pointed at the patient's check bed located not far from him.
Haris lay on the bed and put on a relaxed position.
"He doesn't recognize me.." Inner doctor it.
The doctor placed his stethoscope in his ear and began examining Haris. He took off his stethoscope and undressed down Haris with a blushed face. He pressed down quietly and knocked on it several times with his tapered fingers, then again covered Haris clothes.
The doctor returned to his seat followed by Haris.
"Mr Haris reduces spicy, sour, and coconut milk foods. Drink lots of water and do not often late to eat. Get plenty of rest and reduce stress!" The doctor said, writing down a few prescriptions.
"This recipe. Go to the cashier" The doctor handed me a piece of paper with a sweet smile.
Haris received the paper but momentarily noticed the doctor's cute face because since then the attitude of the doctor so seized his attention.
"It looks like I've met a doctor before." Said Haris flatly.
"That's just Mr. Haris' feeling. This isn't the first time you've treated me." Again the doctor revealed the smile he forced.
"Ohhhh I remember."
"Death me.. " The doctor cried in his heart.
"The doctor who cursed me that night huh." Seringai Haris who makes the heart of the doctor as if dislodged.
"There is only this master. Maybe you got the wrong guy. " The doctor smiled again.
"Where I might be wrong. I am someone who is good at recognizing other people who have made me angry, doctor Joyce Marinka.. " Haris smiled coldly at the doctor.
"Haha.. That's so, sir. Sorry, not that I'm disrespectful, but my patients are still a lot. Couldn't Mr. Haris get out!" Joyce still has a soft voice to Haris.
Harris doesn't talk much. He immediately moved and pulled the exit. But before that he turned to Joyce and grinned.
"Thank you doctor Joyce. Believe me, we will definitely meet again.. " Go out and close the door.
"Ohhhhhh.." Joyce drank a glass of mineral water on her desk and sighed then leaned back on her swivel chair.
"Fuck day.." Joyce looked at the door of her study.
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The image has reached Andreas' house. Soon he opened the gate and closed it again after entering. He was about to step inside but was immediately stopped by hearing someone's call from outside the fence.
"Wait!" Call her.
The image turned around, and glanced at the man outside who was wearing the white mask. When the man opened the mask, it turned out that she was her husband, Andrew. Imra quickly reopened the gate of Andreas' house and the man entered.
"Home home? Clock this?" Andreas shows his watch which shows the number 10.00.
"I.. Fired!" Say the image in lethargy.
"Someone knows I'm pregnant."
"Continue?" Andreas brought his face closer to Citra which instantly made the woman retreat.
"Can't be close! Ishh.." Complain Citra while holding Andreas' chest.
Andreas smiled at his wife's expression from when he became more and more fond of teasing Citra and saw her blushing face.
"Well, why are you pregnant?" Andreas stood back in his position.
"I don't think I'm married yet."
"Aren't you sure you're married?"
"Udah.. But I'm ashamed to see our series' marriage certificate." Answer Imagery.
"Ck ck.." Andreas clucking.
"Why? You embarrassed? When can you tell me your prestige?" Continue Andreas while touching the forehead Citra.
"Aww hurts.." Citra Protest.
"Why are you coming home at this hour?" The image back asked.
"There are documents left behind." Answer Andreas.
"I helped you find." Saying an initiative image.
"Can. Get in fast! This heat will you get burnt." Reply Andreas flatly.
"Hey where is I gosong." The image does not accept the words of her husband.
They also go into the house. Every now and then Andreas glances at the face of Citra ayu, which is glimpsed is actually conscious but the temple does not see. But his blushing face was unable to lie to Andreas.
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FLECKISH
Andreas opened the door of his study. He quickly headed to his desk and sorted out some almost similar-bound documents.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Ask Citra who is standing in the doorway. He stepped closer to Andreas who was tidying up his documents. Andreas did not reply and still did not stare at Citra in the slightest.
The image with annoyance helped him tidy up the documents. His hands were itching to see the thing scattered on the table. Every now and then he pressed tightly the pile of documents onto the table. But he was so surprised when it turned out that Andreas was standing so close to him.
"An.. Andre's.." He said, afraid that something might happen.
Andreas did not answer and instead brought his face closer to Citra's face. The masculine scent instantly seeped into the woman's sense of smell.
The image gulped down its own saliva in fear with Andreas' gaze fixed on his tiny lips. The image held back Andreas' chest, trying to push away the owner of that body.
"What did you eat?" Andreas was aghast and asked suddenly.
"Ehhh???" The image is still wrong.
"That's your mouth, your cheek, until your nose is so greasy. You didn't wash first?" Andreas moved away from Citra with a shuddering look.
"Huh??? What am I eating?" Citra held her mouth and cheeks and rubbed her swab, checking if there was any residual oil that Andreas meant.
"Where is there? There is no oil." Image protest with pursed mouth.
"Well.." Andreas laughed indistinctly.
Andreas ruffled Citra's hair, "It's been.. I'll go to the office first!"
Then walk while carrying the documents. But soon he stopped and turned to Citra who was still sculpting.
"Oh yes later tonight we check up on your content." Andreas twitched his eyes flirtatiously to Citra and then came out of his study.
The image squeezed his chest. She did not understand why her heart was always pounding with the simple treatment of her husband. Whereas during his time with Haris he never felt this strange sensation.
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