Loving the Mafia
Warm
"Chesy, wake up! You can't die. I want to see you angry! The common!" Cazim spoke to himself in a hoarse voice, half shouting. Hopes are high that Chesy's waking up. He rubbed the rough face, rubbed the coarse hair anyway.
"Oh my goodness! What the hell are you doing to me? You're gonna drive me crazy until you leave me!" Cazim lowered his head, closing in on Chesy's face. Her breath warmly slapped Chesy's cheek.
Hold, Chesy. Hold it! Don't open your eyes.
Chesy could feel how close Cazim's face was to his. Real close. The warm slap of breath made him able to feel the distance of their faces was only two cent.
Chesy then felt her hand clasped. The grip was cold. Yes, Cazim's palm felt very cold like ice. Cazim must be cold, after the rain there is no warmth.
Chesy felt her hands raised, the back of her hands kissed tightly by lips that felt very cold.
Srr....
Something warm sighed in Chesy's heart. Whatisit? Feels tempestuous. Chesy was eager to open her eyes, but she held back. Leave it like this. If indeed closing your eyes will make the situation warm, why should it pass quickly? Better just shut down. This is better.
"Aarrrkh..." Cazim groaned annoyed at the situation, he took off Chesy's hand and re-wiped the coarse hair.
The doctor entered and Cazim immediately focused on the arrival of the doctor who came along with a nurse.
"Dok, my wife can recover, right? This how is my wife?" Cazim was panicking.
If only Chesy had seen the panic on Cazim's face, she would have been proud. But unfortunately he must pretend to be closed.
"Quiet, Sir! My father's wife is still in our care. There was nothing to worry about, no serious injuries that caused any deformities. Only the back of the neck that needs a cast as installed now because there is a shift in the bone, also the thigh that is bruised. After the treatment period, I am sure the father's wife will recover," replied the doctor trying to calm down.
"But my wife hasn't been around since. He can still wake up, right? Why hasn't he been conscious since?" Cazim still looked panicked.
"The patient was awake when I left. Instead I came here to check and have the nurse move the patient to the ward. Let me check again." The doctor approached Chesy and performed an examination with a stethoscope.
"Chesy!" lirih Cazim with a different expression.
Chesy couldn't stand it anymore, her eyes finally opened.
Cazim's eyebrows are raised perfectly with rounded eyes. That face was red.
"Sus, move the patient to the ward!" The doctor stepped away.
The sisters pointed the wheelchair towards Chesy and helped Chesy get up and sit down.
"Already, Sus! You don't need help moving it. You come out now!" decah Cazim.
"Can't, sir. The patient must be transferred as recommended by my doctor only to carry out the task," replied the nurse.
"No need!" cazim. "Just mention which room this patient will occupy. I'll drive him there myself."
"Meat Room number 56."
"Hm. Go!"
"Do you know the position of the room?" ask Sister.
"My eyes are still normal and can search." Cazim spoke with eyes fixed on Chesy's face.
That sharp gaze made Chesy fixated on the spot. Cazim's angry?
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