Belonging to Mr. Fridge Season 2

Belonging to Mr. Fridge Season 2
The ring?


I nodded in agreement that I wanted to meet Mary, the nurse who was guarding Mary, and finally walked in first, and I followed her from behind.


Though not wanting to go to the morgue, but somehow feeling scared and anxious approaching me. Am I afraid of meeting that woman? Didn't I meet earlier?


The door was opened by the nurse and she let me in first, and I saw Mary lying face down against the window and back at the door.


Why didn't he look at the door straight away when it opened? Supposedly, he turned his body to look at the person who entered.


What if the bad guys come in? Things may happen that are not desirable to him.


I set my foot towards the window where the curtains were not opened at all, yes, Mary only saw white curtains that were not too thick.


However, still can not see clearly the outside atmosphere, "The curtain is opened, so you can see clearly the happiness that you will also feel," I said while opening the curtains to the side.


The nurse was still standing by the door, why didn't she leave? Are you afraid of something that happens to me? The door was still wide open, "Close the door" I said and was taken in by the nurse.


I stared at the pale face, the food that was not reduced at all and the medicine that was still full of tablets, walked up to him and sat on the bench that had been provided near the gurney.


"Why don't you eat?" ask me to look at the tray and see it by trying as gently as possible.


"Didn't you want to heal? Do you want to be here forever? In fact, I just don't want to be here forever. I want to go home to my country." Ah ... is he that piece about me? Why would I promote if I wanted to go back to my country?


He was silent, not answering at all and responding to nothing. His eyes were empty, why him? Was it always like this?


I take a tray, hope he wants to eat or at least let's argue with me about refusing to be bribed.


When I put the spoon full of porridge, his empty eyes now look at me, "I don't want to" she said.


"So, what do you want?" I asked him to try to get himself to eat.


"I just want to die" he said. Does this woman never get tired of that word? Many people who struggle want to live in this building, so why did he even want to die?


"In this building, everyone wants to recover quickly and be able to get back together with his family, move, make dreams come true. Why do you want to die so quickly?"


"Because I'm alive, no one cares."


"If they don't care, they won't put you in the VIP room or they won't take you to the hospital" I replied cautiously.


He was silent, turning his face to look outside, "You don't want to be like them? Who is happy and can do whatever it is?"


"Can I be healed?" ask her with a blue bead that has blocked the tears.


I clasped the cold white hand, intending to channel the positive energy as well as the strength for her, I placed the tray onto the nightstand and I stuck my face to it.


"You can if you want and God wills" I assured him.


His hand next door immediately held my back and told this body to hold him, yes, sometimes people forget to give a; a grip, a hug is also a passion for people who are trying to struggle from their pain.


They only focus on finding money, money and money so that the health of the person quickly occurs.


"You eat, yes," my ray and take back the tray. Mary nodded weakly, I don't know how many days she hadn't eaten. I don't know either, let's go past the last problem. Now, Mary wants to heal and as much as I can help.


The nurse saw me smiling at us, so worried was she to Mary? Mary ate three mouthfuls of porridge and I helped her take medicine.


On the drug there is a sleeping pill because she said Mary had not slept for two days, "I want to get a doctor donor," he said looking at me.


"Well, later I will tell the doctor who does handle you or with the nurse so that he who told the doctor," I said staring at the nurse.


He finally approached us, "What's the doctor?" his question felt that he was being talked about.


"She wants to get a donor" I said and was taken in by the nurse with a smiling face smudging from her face.


"I also want the doctor who accompanies me later in the surgery," said Mary and made me who was staring at the nurse immediately averted my eyes.


I was only able to smile and nod, "Then, you're sleeping now" I explained as I rubbed her hair.


As soon as his eyes closed, "I go out first, you check about his condition" I said and stood up from the bench.


"Thank you doctor."


I was silent for a while, then smiled and nodded then walked outside this room.


I closed the door to Mary's room and came out what I was holding, a clear circle that turned out to be no longer capable. I immediately erased it from being seen by anyone.


"You why?" asking someone on the left surprised me.


"Huh? No papa kok Kak," I quickly replied with a smile to him covering himself who had just cried.


Aldy saw Caca come out of what room, "What are you doing inside?" ask Aldy who's been reading the pamphlet.


"Sow rice Brother!" sniffed and passed away from before him. However, I was still upset because of his behavior.


Oh, yeah, I gotta teach that nurse a lesson. He could have just left when Aldy told him to explain about the little boy.


"He was, very disrespectful" Aldy grumbled at Caca's increasingly distant back.


"Where did the doctor end up?" ask my personal nurse when we both want to enter my room because outpatients or who want to check will begin to arrive.


"Put to the boss so you don't be my nurse anymore" I said with a flat face and hopefully creepy.


"Yes, if she's not your nurse anymore. She will be my nurse only" said Aldy who suddenly appeared among those standing at Caca's doorstep.


I put my lips next to the omen; upset, ilfeel or others let only me know what I am saying in this heart to see Aldy's behavior.


'He used to feel like he didn't make it here, now how come it's so annoying?' I was in and accidentally saw something.


'Ring?' my mind questioned what I was seeing and I immediately put it aside so as not to get caught looking at his finger.