Love Johanna
Section 23

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 23...

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He glanced at one of the visitors in the room, after medics brought Hanna into the room with the words 'IGD'.

"Cigarettes?" ask the visitor was so begged by him. "This is the clinic area, sir. Can't smoke."

'O, yes .. I just realized, ' muttered the figure of the man then patted his own eel.

Plaque!

'Lagian .. Not that I'm not a smoker either. Why should I smoke?' he went back to muttering to himself in the heart. 'Is this madness like this? Can I just focus and act normal?'

Plaque!

"Aw! Sakiiettt ..." lamented because the second clap just now, unconscious, was much louder than the first.

"Do not hurt yourself, sir, if you are not strong want to smoke," said the visitor who was asked for a cigarette just now. Guess the person is angry. "The father can go to the parking lot in front of there or sit in a coffee shop. Not far from here, huh."

The still mysterious figure of this man glanced. "I don't smoke" he now seems to be calm and able to control himself.

"Yes, I know. Now ... You can't smoke here."

"I mean, I'm not a smoker, sir."

The visitor was suddenly gawking. Selorohnya, "Loh, continue ... earlier .. why ask for cigarettes with me?"

"So it's just freaking out, sir. Don't know why, sometimes I act stupid again like that."

The srek! The srek! The srek!

He scratched his head that did not itch while mesem-mesem wry. The breath is also felt now. "Lagian .. Cigarettes are not good for health, sir. Especially for health and economy."

"Hmmm, I know."

"Ah, sorry. Lupain aja," he said, then sighed furiously. "Kok, I'm so fuckin' this, huh?"

The figure of the visitor was smiling at the dikulum. "Please calm down, sir. Things like this are common with young couples."

"Hhmmm .. what do you mean?" He cringed.

"Maybe your wife can't be tired."

"Wife?"

"Who knows anymore."

"My wife never drinks alcohol."

"Not .. that's not what it means. He-he. She's pregnant young, sir. Likely, anyway."

"Pregnant? Ah, feelings .. Sarah never said she was pregnant again," the man muttered involuntarily while thinking aloud.

"Oohhh .. Her name is Sarah?"

"Dad you know my wife?"

"No. Just take a look at it when taken to the IGD room."

"Him?" he asked while pointing at the room in question.

"Lah, yes. That one was .. Father's wife, wasn't it?"

Plaque!

"He's not my wife, sir."

"Loh, isn't it? Who then?"

"D-he .. d-he …."

Tukas the figure of the visitor then, "Here it is. It's okay, sir. Just relax. I understand, really. In a household, as a man, sometimes we never have enough with one woman. I mean .. wife. Yes, wife. There needs to be a little extra party, let this life be more colorful. He-he. Yeah, right?"

The man's forehead was even more confused.

"N-not so. I-I mean s-me .. ah, lupain only. I don't think this conversation is that important. Excuse me. Excuse me for teaching in front, sir?"

"Please. He-he."

The figure of the man rushed out of the room. Intends to park the vehicle in the right place, so as not to interfere if there will be an ambulance coming. Watch the watch for a while, then cluck. Then not for how long, back into the IGD waiting room.

'Ah, why didn't Sarah call me, anyway? Minimal text messages, 'that. I'm either where the cake is, what time it's coming home, or overtime or whatever. It's really funny, 'his mind is worried. 'Is he still mad at me, huh? Hadeuh, what kind of household am I living in? Little fuss .. little fuss. When harmony?'

He immediately reached into his pants pocket. Remove the phone, then open the instant conversation application. Choose a name that is already well known, continue typing a few words, reread for a moment, then delete again until it is not left.

'Ah, is it possible that if I send this message he will reply? At most only in-read doangan.'

The srek! The srek! The srek!

He scratched his head.

'Ditelpon .. ah, about the already. Don't want to lift. Hhmmm, don't-don't .. My number is blocked? Whoa, outrageous! But ... I tried for a moment. Two or single tick, huh?'

He typed one 'P' throughup on the screen, thought for a moment before pressing the SEND button, then again deleted it again.

'Hhmmm, but .. what good is it if I contact him first? Big head again he.'

His brain swirled between breeding and incising.

Then retyp the single 'P' on the screen to make sure that the position of the number to be contacted is on. Again a sense of doubt.

"Ohhhhh!" He sighed in annoyance, to the extent that the figure of the visitor man who had been staked in cigarettes, looked over at a glance.

'The name of that person must have initialed 'R', deh. Dare to play with other women behind his own wife. Really unsettling, the owners of the name starting with 'R' it. Good thing my lan's name was initialed 'S', which is .. Sambiloto!'

For a moment their views clashed. Then throw each other a pleasant smile accompanied by a nod of the head, and quickly divert it in the other direction.

'He ...' muttered the man, who was about 27 years old, as he looked at the door of the IGD room. 'How can I stay now, 'what about the woman's condition? I brought him here and of course I'm also responsible.'

His original intention was to send a 'P' code message on his wife's number, he suddenly canceled. Along with the appearance of a clinic officer from inside the IGD room, dizzy looking for someone.

"Sorry ..." said the officer once found the figure sought. " … With Mr …."

"I'm Ravi, sir," the man replied, introducing himself. Immediately greeted the shock of someone who was sitting in a row of waiting chairs.

'Yes! Right guess! That person has the initials 'R' as well, ' said the figure of one with a sullen smile bias. 'I thought his name was Raj Singh. Men who have the potential to suffer from the disease 'King Lion' because often change the USB port plugs! Goddamnit!'

The clerk said back, "The father who was carrying his wife fainted, huh?"

The man called Ravi answered quickly, "Rubber, but she's not my wife, sir." His eyes glanced for a moment at the figure of the visitor earlier and responded in question by moving both arms open. The meaning more or less reads; 'That's your business, I don't want to interfere'.

"Oohhh, so?" the medics were astonished. "But Mr Ravi's really not the one who brought him here?"

"Yes, really. Why, Sir? What's up?" ravi asked started to beat his heart.

...SERIATE...