Wounds From you

44. Two-pointed

To just ask today, the man was tired of going back and forth to the doctor's room he was headed to until his papa said, ‘if there are no complaints of pain anymore, why do you bother to the hospital. Just a waste of money'.

The man then lifted his feet to the cold room. It's after that, going away from here all the way. It was sick of wanting to return home but he realized that at home he could not be treated this way.

“How is the doctor, can it be taken home?” he heard a glimpse of the conversation of two people who were both discussing which patient.

It may be the patient who really needs the condition of two doctors who handle it.

“Good morning, doctor.” He greeted with a smile on his horse. Without his sin, he entered without permission.

The two doctors turned their heads, focused on Arshal who entered suddenly without telling.

The other doctor smiled, “I came out first, we will discuss again.” The doctor said, standing up from the chair, and the sitting doctor nodded his head in response.

“Ya, please sit mas!” have her doctor let her with her signature smile.

Arshal replied with a grin, “Sorry yes sir, it sounded little.” By showing his hand and the doctor only returned a faint smile.

“What complaint, sir?” to the point of the doctor.

Then Arshal changed his sitting position, “Say sir doctor told to make it here.” The man replied as he was, Arshal if not asked where he might want him.

“Alright, Arshal mas yes?” from the looks of this doctor slightly forgot about the face of his patient, yes maybe so many patients who consulted and who he examined here, forgot.

Arshal nodded his head slowly, “Ya already please mas Arshal take the drug, this is the recipe.” Say the doctor by giving a piece of paper containing letters that cannot be read by people who have nothing to do with the pharmacist.

Arshal then stood up from his seat, guessed what. You see he also wanted a surprise time, not like this was ordered here just for the sake of a piece of paper.

Wasting time!

“Malas is actually here, but for the sake of my father respect you as long as you become a doctor.” His words were serious regardless of how the doctor was digesting while clasping his hands until they turned white.

Eh even low as if, so yes want how again.

Angry are.

Already looking for an expensive education, but no one seems to underestimate the doctor.

The noble work.

If there were no doctors there might be no one in this world who was sick.

The man looked flat and walked away leaving the doctor who was holding back his angry turmoil.

It feels like he wants to operate on the patient's mouth with a knife and surgical scissors that will hit whoever it is the victim of the doctor, the operating room is waiting for you.

With a faint smile he imagined.

However, it was only in vain that everything would be revealed in time.

He will be the suspect later.

Because no one knows this, there is no evidence to explain.

He harbored that feeling, he would avoid such a merciful patient.

It is not as if you need the work of a doctor.

With his coat of pride, he then wears it and rolls it up to the elbow, going from his room one way to avoid his anger that is ready to explode at any time.

Arshal with his cold face plus flat it walked towards the pharmacy room while muttering words that did not digress, because he was tired of thinking so as like a madman who talked himself.

“Yes, can anyone be helped?” Ask the man standing guard at the pharmacy. Arshal bled his lips.

“That!” point at.

Through the paper of the doctor's work, he was difficult to step foot here is not ignored at all he fought not for the sake of himself but the nurse who stood guard.

“Good awaited!”

After that, the man then sat in a chair that had been prepared by the hospital to wait for a line of medicine in the pharmacy and he looked to his left right so that no one would know, he took out a box containing cigarettes and matches ready to light the fire.

Who knows, it is forbidden!

Because for prohibition it is an order, right?

If according to the land of Wakanda yes so, +62 no one is losing too.

***

Just at noon, a woman stepped her feet into the house that was nothing but magnificent and big.

He was amazed to see the beauty of his new papa house, after several years this house project was running in the end to bear fruit from the work of his building lecture.

And the money that has been spent though a lot as well.

Right now the woman was standing in front of the door, there was a bodyguard ready to welcome her in front of the door.

Opened the two doors wide and felt Arina herself being privileged here.

His face was mediocre from his face, indifferent without wanting to retaliate.

He then turned back to himself, returning every smile that was present there.

Suddenly he listened to the noise caused by the two running.

He was shocked to see the existence of two strange stripes in his eyes.

Arina's papah house was crowded with the sound of the cry of the two people's little children who were fighting over toys, the two children were now claimed to be the grandchildren of Arina papah, Arina, out of nowhere the old man got the little boy later could have been beaten by people for kidnapping people's children.

Arina was dizzy listening to her screams, she approached the two children. He will advise her carefully, the woman then sits between the two and the two look at each other.

The woman after coming home from the hospital was indeed invited by an old man who was none other than his papa to this house, he also does not know knowing and while his brother also does not know if now Arina can be discharged from the hospital.

It could have been if not talked about by his brother who there are mosquitoes that the man who has gone to the hospital with his handsome son.

The woman could not imagine, considering the two cute faces then smiled widely.

Back to the two men who sat on the carpet with the face of the babyface and Arina focused on her brother, so the wrong behavior of their own look at the behavior of both of their cuteness.

“Hey...” greet Arina by patting both of them from behind and the two shreds immediately stand up quickly running towards approaching the long legs of Arina papah.

The man, who was almost negligent, quickly caught the latest phone nimbly before falling onto the marble floor.

The eyes of the man then stared intently at the two children who were incessantly judging everyone here, if working with him may have to have a large stock of patience. Do not cake his patience as thin as a tissue that has long resigned without being told.

Then the man caught both of them, embracing both by hiding his cellphone behind his pants pocket, rather than knowing these two lines that exist as grabbing materials.

“Adekkk...” shouted the old man was gray white just pretentious and want this troublesome second crooked miara.

Arina did indeed wade thumbs up to her papa, it might be retarded again going back abroad again.