MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 13'S
“Is there anything bad going on with my leg, Doc? Is there a bone that is cracked? Or broken leg? Why does it hurt so much?” asked Zalfa to the female doctor who placed a few drops of the medicine on her side table lying down.
The doctor smiled and shook his head. “It's okay. Only bruises and external injuries due to impact that hit the ankle bone. It feels painful, hopefully soon to heal in the near future. It may take recovery in a week or two. Don't worry.”
Zalfa let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness his legs are okay.
A nurse smeared his leg with medicine. Then wrap it with a bandage.
“Here there are already anti-pain medications. Drink three times a day.” The doctor pointed to drugs wrapped in glass plastic.
“Good, Doc. Thank you.”
“Sama-sama. Excuse me.” The doctor out of the room. The nurse left.
The door closed. But the next moment was pushed back from the outside. A man enters. Zalfa was surprised to see the man, to the point that he unconsciously got up and sat down. Staring at the man's face, Zalfa recalled that night, when the man had braved him.
Huh, Zalfa's heart stomped so hard when his neutrals met the man's neutrals. Everywhere that man has given him an experience Zalfa can never forget. The experience that Zalfa enjoyed. Even that night, between conscious and not, Zalfa admitted how dashing the man was, Zalfa also admired everything the man did. The admiration took place when he thought it was all a dream. But when he found out that it was real, a chaotic feeling immediately invaded Zalfa's life.
Zalfa immediately turned his eyes. He wanted to throw the man away, but why was his tongue so tired to talk?
“Goodnight!” greet the man in a white shirt accompanied by a smile.
“Why are you here?” Zalfa emphasizes the word ‘anda’ in his sentence. His gaze was still to the side, not looking at the man.
“I brought you here.”
“You're better? The doctor said there were no serious injuries,” Arkhan said.
“I'm fine. Go then! Your business is done.”
Arkhan was silent with no expression. He knew that the girl in front of him did not want his presence. But how else, it was that girl who intruded into his room, and did not even refuse when Arkhan touched her. Is that his fault? Although Arkhan admitted, the girl seemed to deeply regret the incident that seemed to be carried by his consciousness, but Arkhan could not blame anyone here. It's all been happening.
“Arkhan.” He said his name.
Zalfa was still silent without looking at the man.
“Ibadullah Al Arkhan,” firmly the man mentioned his full name. “All right I go.” Arkhan turned around, but then he turned around again like someone was missing.
“This is my business card. Who knows you need help, please call me.” Arkhan left a business card. Then step away. And his steps came to a standstill when he heard the sweet voice of Zalfa who raised his voice.
“I will reimburse you for the compensation you gave to your grandfather and Father.”
Arkhan turned his head, Zalfa was still in the same position, his face turned away without looking at Arkhan.
“Whatever.” Arkhan is back. But his steps came to a halt when on the doorstep met a couple. Namely Fatima's mother, a middle-aged woman with a long hijab, and Mr. Ibrahim, a middle-aged man with a dashing posture, none other than Faisal's father and mother. They rushed to the hospital as soon as they heard that Zalfa was in an accident.
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