I'm the One You're wasting
Refer

Although Reka pointed at Arash's face with a dislike gaze he still still looked relaxed, it made Reka even more inflamed.

"out! I don't like anyone else here." Reka looked at Arash with a very sharp gaze. "Don't let my patience run out!" furious because he was annoyed to see Arash who was still there.

"It doesn't matter to you, that you're someone else here too." Arash who is a smooth language and good morals will not be provoked by humans like the model of Reka. "Here I tell you, you and Witma have no relationship anymore because right now the time of Witma iddah ends." He smiled when he said it. "I do not mean anything, if only remind each other it is a good thing for us people of Prophet Muhammad SAW."

Reka mendekati Arash dan tanpa perhitungan ia menarik kerah bajunya. "B*c*t!! Kamu lebih baik keluar saja, tidak perlu mengingatkan aku tentang hal itu." Kini wajah Reka yang tadi putih berubah menjadi merah.

Arash takes off the hands of the designer from the shirt that was pulled. "I'm sorry, your hands are so disrespectful to do this. And also please cooperate keep a little bit of your attitude because we are currently in the hospital." Arash fixed the neck of his shirt that had been pulled by Reka. "Do not make a scene, pity the people who are sick later even become desperate again because of your brutal behavior, do not know the place of origin of shouting without thinking about the risks." His face that looks shady at all does not make the designer realize that he is a man who is not easily provoked by emotions.

The designer who heard it clenched his hands so tightly under there that the veins of his hands stood out. "If you don't want to see me yelling then hurry out" said Reka while pointing at the door that was still wide open. "Faster is better, because right now I really want to be alone with Witma."

"I'm gonna stay here, want you to kick me out a thousand times or until your mouth is foaming I'm still not gonna come out." Arash confirmed his sitting position while inserting the earphones earlier into his two hearing senses.

While Witma who was disturbed by the sound of Reka slowly began to open her eyes, she then several times blinked her net. Hoping that what he saw at this moment was wrong where he saw a figure he was very familiar with even though at this time Reka's position was behind him. "Mas Reka," she called out softly in a hoarse voice.

In that instant, the design immediately turned around and got closer to the collar of the bed. "Witma, I'm sorry I just came to see you." The designer tried to regulate his breath that had hunted because of anger with Arash. "Why can you be like this? When I was my wife, you never got sick until infused like this." He looks a little sad whether it's just important to take Witma's sympathy or this seriously. Only he knows everything.

"Why are you here?" Witma instead asked about why Reka could come to the hospital. Not answering the question from the designer. "Where do you know I'm sick?"

Arash only noticed the two he also pretended not to hear the conversation when the earphones were not lit at all.

"You don't need to know that it's all Witma, the most important thing is that I came here to invite you to refer," said Reka immediately made Arash and Witma surprised.