Anti Romantic
Heart problem

A box containing first aid equipment is available on the table next to the gurney and a doctor who is also involved in executing the victim. Like someone who was holding back the shame Grey could only close his eyes did not want to see the expression put on by the two nurses who were also involved in treating his injuries.

Oh my God, I want it to feel like Grey's cursing at Argan right now. The exaggerated actions he displayed when he had just arrived in the UKS half an hour ago still greatly embarrassed him.

“Dok, quickly help him!” Argan's voice when he had just opened the door of UKS suddenly made a doctor and two nurses who were enjoying his lunch immediately jolted shocked even one of the nurses to spill water in his hand.

“He's why, Sir?”

“She's hot water spill, her hands are now blistered. So I ask you to treat it, I don't want any marks from the wound, do as well as possible!” tukas Argan firmly

It can be ascertained if others are treated so by the boss, then they will feel flattered and feel special. But, it was different with Grey. The dimpled girl even felt an incredible uneasiness

moreover, the sight of two female nurses who were in front of him was attached to him.

Argan who is still loyal to accompany Grey did not escape the attention of the two nurses, either stunned by the looks of his boss or out of curiosity about what relationship the boss with the intern who

it was only a day to join the company.

The man with the relaxed quaff haircut brushed his hands while walking back and forth behind the doctor, occasionally peering over the shoulder of dr. Jeremi to the extent of ascertaining whether the treatment process Grey's arm is finished or not. It was clearly visible on his beautiful face of extreme worry. Yes, he was afraid to have to deal with the horns of his father - Raufan Dyantara.

"Dok, how? not bad, right? it won't work, will it?" Argan's consecutive questions go to the male doctor who is ten years older than him.

The doctor shook his head as he walked towards his desk. "He's okay, sir. Direct first aid can be so helpful that heat does not travel to deeper tissues" he explained

"For used problems may have to undergo treatment several days and at most a matter of weeks. Wounds experienced by Mbak –?" The doctor, named Jeremi, paused and turned to Grey to read the name tag hanging from the girl's neck.

"Mbak –?"

"Grey Diovanka Arum." Dr. Jeremi hangs as Argan quickly pronounces Grey's name

"Yes, Sister Grey. The wound is still light, so you don't have to worry, Mr. Argan," said dr. Jeremi while thrusting a sheet of paper with a prescription drug that must be consumed by Grey. "You just have to make up for this at the pharmacy and make sure during the cure Grey should regularly take his medication."

As if unconscious with every sentence spoken by the doctor, Argan immediately received the paper and then walked towards the gurney where Grey sat down while blowing on his arm. Raufan's only son immediately sat beside Grey and rubbed the girl's head to make the owner look up in shock with wide eyes.

"Silence, Doc. I'll make sure Grey takes his medicine regularly" he said straightforwardly

Grey closed his eyes while biting his lips, in his heart he cursed half to death Argan's behavior, Grey could feel the heat from the murderous gazes of the two nurses who were in front of him as he opened both eyes.

With a light sigh, Grey lowered his foot from the gurney about to stand up. "Sir, sorry, I have to go back there is still a task that I have to do," he said then took the prescription drug in Argan's hands. "And for this remedy, I will make up for it. Thank you for the help, sir." he continued, walking out of the room past the two nurses who were still looking at him with their julid gazes.

Grey again exhaled roughly a moment after he exited the room, before continuing his steps, the girl who had only been working for a day as an intern turned to the door, he just hopes that what happened earlier will not make his days in finding value will be problematic later.

"What do you see?"

"Pardon me, sir?"

"Dok, please check on me too!"

"You sick too, sir?"

"It looks like my heart is in trouble."

***

The table, which was originally filled with sheets of paper and the task was now neatly arranged, Grey frowned when he opened the drawer and found two packs of bread and vanilla-flavored milk that became his favorite.

The girl circulated her gaze hoping to find who put the food inside her drawer.

"Have you returned?" Grey nodded

"Where are your wounds, is it okay?" He was Fathir who came to see him after coming out of the room of the head of the division.

"Thanks for your first aid earlier, judging from the wound is not too serious" said Grey

"Thank God."

"Thir?"

"Hm?"

"This bread" Grey lifted a pack of bread right in front of Fathir.

"Yes, it's from me. You haven't had lunch so I'd like to buy bread and milk in the cafeteria before coming back here."

"Thanks." -."

"It's okay, Grey." Fathir patted Grey on the shoulder gently with a smile then turned around to go back to his desk.

To be honest deep in his heart, Fathir was very curious about what had happened earlier, how the boss who is known throughout the office as a firm man behaves as if very worried and knows Grey who incidentally is a new person just like him. But, despite being surrounded by curiosity Fathir chose to be silent, however he thinks the step is still very far to be able to ask the things that become privacy for the girl he wanted from the beginning of entering the college.