AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 170. NEARLY

"Frosbite?"

"Just in time, at the last moment, almost too late." (near the last second, almost too late)

"You're from Indonesia?"

"Are you too?"

"Alhamdulillah, my Bandung."

"Me too, Bandung, Otista," replied Rayyan sumringah, not expecting to get a colleague here thanks to Dwiana.

"Is he bad, Doctor Andre?" Rayyan looked at the name tag in the white coat that Andre was wearing.

"Andre Bagasfa, internist ... you? I think you're the same person as me, understand frosbite," Andre guessed.

"Rayyan Ar-rasyid, a neural specialist on SIH and I'm on leave here" he explained.

"As expected, a Doctor also ... The patient has just taken action, changed his wet clothes, and given medicine so that he is not hypo or frosbite, can you? your boyfriend?"

"Buddy, I accidentally found it thanks to his close friend who asked for my help," said Rayyan, if he did not heed Dewiq's wishes maybe Dwiana should not feel prolonged pain.

"Oh, I guess, he's strong in shay'ah Allah .. maybe tomorrow will be a rookie .. You can rest Dr. Rayyan," Andre said later.

"Just Rayyan, please."

"OK, and this is a prescription that must be prepared for tomorrow morning, you can put it in the pharmacy first because this is a concoction of drugs, ah must have understood, press the bell if you need us." Andre left Rayyan there.

He was still faithfully waiting for Dwiana to come out of the action room towards the treatment room. Before long, Dwiana's brangkar was pushed by two sisters into a previously prepared room.

Rayyan was like de javu, seeing the same Papa lying helpless in his last moment. As much as he could erase those painful memories, changing into a weakly beautiful figure lying there.

Only then did he realize, Dwiana's temple was injured and there were traces of two stitches there. The red lips now still look very pale even though his face has gradually approached the skin tone he had, white blushing.

"You're so skinny Dwi, why, you don't live here right?"

"Dwiana Rose, your name is as beautiful as you are .. Exactly rose, beautiful yet thorny, it is only as your protector and not your true self...."

Rayyan still looked closely at the figure of the young girl who a few weeks ago was very beating the drums of war with her until the last encounter that left little impression that she was not as loud as the words that often came out of her tiny mouth.

"You are weak and fragile...."

Rayyan sat by Dwiana's bedside, examining the gentle, regular breathing she exhaled weakly.

"Rest, I'm here to take care of you" he said gently, like keeping his valuables.

Aliens, Aliens, Sean, whoever help me....

Rayyan saw a faint movement of the body beside her. She's fidgeting.

"Dwi, calm down .. You are safe with me, your enemy Alien...."

"Calm Dwi...." Rayyan repeatedly whispered the same word, hoping that the soul who was wandering buana heard his voice.

Feeling himself also unsettled, Rayyan rose to the toilet in the room, intending to take ablution to carry out tahajud. The clock on his wrist still showed at two in the morning.

He used his phone to get an accurate qibla direction, then the body tired from the shock earlier, he submits to face the Divine Robbi.

Requesting peace, healing for Dwiana also asked for ease for her to fulfill the service to the wishes of Mama who asked her to immediately go to the household.

...***...

Indoneszian.

Last night Amir arrived in Cirebon at one in the morning, picked up by Alex.

Just arriving at the station, the tension between the two humans had already occurred. Alex does not allow Joanna to touch or place any items carelessly on the dashboard of his car but Joanna does not heed the ban.

Joanna put her gun pouch on the dashboard. Alex quarrels asking him not to expose what he has in front of his two employers even though he believes the two are familiar with twilight.

"Astaghfirullah, you two .. My wife is tired, come home soon, Bang...." Pinta Amir tells Alex to leave the station immediately.

Thirty minutes later.

While the two are still fussing over something unimportant, Amir invites Aiswa into the house. Open the front room door handle slowly and then press the switch so that the room becomes bright.

Aiswa follows her husband's direction to sit on the long sofa in front of the dark purple bedroom, her body has just been fit, she is forced to do a blood transfusion for Reezi and then return to make a long journey, he's still weak.

"Rohi, can you? or I'll accompany .. I've got a change of clothes on the inside, come on." Invite him while taking the wife to the bathroom.

"Bii, her makeup pouch hasn't been disassembled yet, my face soap, please yes...."

"This is a baby, I prepare here also a new one .. gih clean and then we rest," he explained while taking the soap that Aiswa needs from the shelf in the corner of the shower.

Aiswa just realized the interior of the bathroom everything nuanced purple, ranging from towels, chairs, even to soap, shampoo, sandals to curtain and even shower, closet cover and doormat.

"Bii, this is it all," Aiswa broke up.

"Make you, let's stay here with me," Amir kissed Aiswa's lips briefly before he got out of there so that Aiswa could clean up immediately.

Still hearing a small commotion in the family room, he finally reprimanded the two people who were still at odds.

"Well, Jo .. when will you be? it's almost two o'clock in the morning loh .. Noisy, if you want to make a fuss continue tomorrow morning after breakfast so that your energy is powerful," said Amir a little firmly on them.

"She, Den Mas," Joanna's great-grandson.

"You start, the gentlemen make a riot here," Alex didn't want to lose.

"Now?" amir then asked the two who responded to Alex's departure after bowing his body to Amir and Joanna's silence.

"Jo, your room is next door to Mba Sri yes, from here to the side before the kitchen."

Deghs.

Toska, my color.

"Den Mas?"

"What's? let you feel at home here, all the toska in there, go and see .. happy break Jo," he added while leaving Joanna who was still silent in her place.

"Thank you very much" said Joanna. Indeed, he did not expect, the flexibility of his male employer to pay attention to the favorite color of others with a status like himself who is only a guard. For the sake of being at home in a new place to accompany her young Miss.

"Find out where you are, Den Mas," said Joanna, pulling her suitcase into the room Amir had pointed out.

Amir steps back into his room and finds Aiswa standing at the dresser quietly gripping herself. He approached and hugged her from behind.

"Why do you bengong?"

"This is all the Qolbi's ready?"

"I just ordered, Mang sapri is overseeing the work."

"When Bii?"

"After the marriage contract .. this as a gift, because it wants to be my wife and come wherever I go .. sorry, baby, just so much can menggumpulin all his songs, and so on, later we hunt together if there are still those who are not in accordance with your wishes," he said still hugging Aiswa from behind.

"Rest yuk, sleepy. My phone's dead, too."

"Bii," hept.

"Yes?"

"Still a lot," Aiswa turned around, hugging her tightly.

"Together, may you be at home in the room dear." Amir gently stroked his wife's strawberry-scented hair.

"Tomorrow we will see workshops and boutiques, Rohi's healthy soon."

While in Joanna's room.

Brucks.

"Mother...."

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