All About KEVIN
Poly Allergy Immunology

While in Salma's room, Kevin's wife asked for permission to leave, "sorry sir, I let her out first" and in a bit of a hurry, Salma was about to leave her class.

"Salma, I see you haven't finished all your exam questions" exclaimed the teacher watching Salma's class, approached Salma's desk to check her answers, and stopped the girl's move.

"Sorry sir, I have to go to the UKS as my allergies are relapsing, and I can't concentrate on doing it" Salma replied agitatedly, saying, and his hands as hard as he could hold so as not to scratch his itchy and hot skin.

The teacher noticed Salma up close, "jeez Salma. This must be treated immediately," said the teacher, who was surprised to see the condition of Salma's skin that contained many reddish spots. "Don't go to the UKS, you have to go directly to the Salma dermatologist" said the teacher attentively.

"I will take him to the doctor sir, I happen to have finished the exam," Jonathan approached Salma and offered to take Salma to the doctor.

Simultaneously, Kevin entered the school followed by the headmaster who followed behind Kevin with a hunting breath for trying to catch up with the tall and sturdy teenager. "No, I'll take Salma, sorry sir, if I go in without permission, I've asked the same permission of the principal to take Salma to the hospital." Said Kevin, looking at the headmaster who had been standing next to him.

The headmaster nodded, "hurry up, bring Salma to treatment.Let us investigate and solve the case," the principal told Kevin.

Without saying anything, Kevin immediately took his wife out of the classroom to immediately get the right handling.

"Investigate cases?" Jonathan muttered, "fuck, don't they know it's Monik and me?!" Jonathan circulated his gaze, and his netra was fixed on a small CCTV whose location was somewhat hidden.

Yes, the school where Kevin and Salma were installed CCTV in every classroom, and also along the corridor, as well as in the usual places children like to hang out. The goal is to minimize bullying that often occurs in schools, both between students, teachers with students or behind students with teachers.

"****,, I forgot that every class has CCTV, and a corridor.. ?!" As fast as lightning, Jonathan dashed out of the classroom towards the operator's room.

Upon arriving at the operator's room, Jonathan looked directly at the monitor, which was displaying images of himself lurking around the classroom to protect the Monik's actions.

Jonathan was surprised, the operator was no less surprised. And immediately swipe his mouse.. "Snake off!" Jonathan exclaimed, when he caught the operator trying to send the picture to someone's number.

"Do you know who you're dealing with?! If you want your daughter to survive, do my bidding!" Jonathan cried haughtily.

Yes, everyone at his school knows, Jonathan's parents are the boss of a notoriously ruthless company. And that trait is declining in his son, whatever Jonathan's wish he has to get. If not, then no one can have it, including Salma.

The operator nodded and looked tense, sweat pouring down from his wide forehead. The thirty-five-year-old man felt a dilemma.on the one hand he did not want to cheat, on the other hand the safety of his daughter who so his bet.

"Father delete the recording in the classroom corridor, make it as if the CCTV in there error.I don't want to know how and how you will give information. Don't ever mention my name, you understand, right?!" Jonathan said intimidatingly.

The operator was silent, did not agree and did not refuse.

"It's for you, money shut up!" Jonathan's circus, throws a red sheet of hundreds of thousands that's pretty much. And the arrogant teenager, immediately passed from the special room.

The operator breathed in rough breathing, and could only stroke his chest, "forgive me Kevin, mbak Salma," he said, deleting the recording in the classroom corridor, where Salma and Jonathan were exams.

While Kevin who was in the car with his wife, asked Mr. Imron to drive his car at high speed. The handsome teenage husband of Salma looks impatient, wants to get to the hospital so that his wife immediately get help.

"Baby, does this hurt like hell?" Kevin asked, trying to touch his wife's face. But he said, for fear of causing irritation in the skin of the wife, because not necessarily her hands sterile.

"Itching and hot Kevin, it's painful too, because I was scratching him violently" Salma said, opening her eyes, and showed her white hands that were many reddish spots that contained water and had partially broken.

"And my neck, like it's swollen." Continue Salma while feeling her neck covered with hijab.

Kevin opened a little hijab his wife to see Salma's neck, and sure enough. The white neck was a lot of red spots, and looked swollen.

Kevin let out a long sigh, and then took out his phone. Kevin played back CCTV footage showing Monik sprinkling something on Salma's bench, "look at baby," Kevin showed the footage to his wife.

"Are you allergic to something?" Kevin asked his forehead.

Salma did not have time to answer, because the car driven by Mr. Imron had stopped right in front of the hospital lobby. Kevin and Salma immediately went down at the same time, because they wanted to immediately see the dermatologist who had been recommended by the principal

Kevin took his wife to a special poly, namely Poly allergy immunology, where his wife will soon get medical treatment appropriately.

Kevin does not need to queue like the others, because the principal has called the hospital and has registered Salma as a patient in the poly.

After one patient in the room came out, Salma was immediately called by the nurse. And accompanied by her husband, the young couple then entered the doctor's room.

The female doctor greeted the two with a warm smile, "what are you complaining about?" Ask the doctor kindly, looking at Salma's face.

Salma then explained the incident this morning, "at the time of class, my stool was like there was a white-and-white powder of her doc. I think the powder, because of its fragrant baby powder aroma," salma began her story.

"Then I cleaned the tissue, but after a while, my hands began to itch and red spots began to appear" Salma continued.

"Are you allergic to baby powder?" Ask the doctor to shake.

Salma shook her head, "the chalk dust, "" said Salma, "yes doctor, I'm sure. I remember how it reacted to my skin if it was exposed to chalk dust, it felt like this doctor." Salma said sure.

The doctor nodded.

"And Monik.. Monik knows that I'm allergic to Kevin's thing" Salma said, looking back at her husband.

"Monik know?! That means, he deliberately wanted to harm you baby." whispered Kevin.

"But why...why would he do this to me?" Ask Salma, I don't know who.

to be continue, to,,