My Lovely President From The Mars
ASSALAMU'ALAIKUM SLEEPING CHARMING...

Daddy Ji had rubbed his face many times violently, as did Ganesha who squeezed his hair.

"Another way to save the company's budget and money, yes inevitably lay off employees and, um..." The god again triggered his idea to make the veins in the temple of his father and sister stiffen again.

"We do not know until when this ends, income also actually drops dramatically. The emergency fund must be saved," he continued, now making his hands cushion he leaned on the sofa.

"That means we have to cut the number of employees?"

"You do not want to" is not God but Jihad.

Ica and Zahra were rummaging through the kitchen with all the kitchen spices and groceries.

"Kalo brother likes spicy food huh mom? You see, I used to bring chicken Woku to the office, which ate not Ganesh, but brother.." added Zahra glanced at the glance of the mother-in-law in the middle of his activity smoothing seasonings.

"Yes, that's why his mouth is talking bad!" ica's laughter was met with Zahra's laughter.

"Kalo Ganesh kanteng kalem tuh, the inn is rich what yes..kaya hospital food..hampar gitu that adem ayem watery, if the gods more to nyeret-nyeret biknekel, the inn makes a terrible piquancy,"

Zahra chuckled between the sound of the hiss of cooked cooking. This mother-in-law turned out to be more absurd than Umi Salwa. Pake all nyamain his children the same cuisine.

*greupp*!

"Well, it smells great! My wife's cooking pinter ya mii," God sipped the scent of greedy Zahra between the neck niches, then his hand that could not stand still touched the spatula and stirred Zahra's cooking with a position attached behind his wife.

"Yes dong, rich in-laws!" exclaiming Ica jumawa made Ganesha and Jihad who had just come out following could not not not to hear.

"That smells the food but your idung strays to my neck! Mode!" gerutu Zahra's.

"You look out, gentlemen, you don't have to follow. If you say umi, most hands like to be bad." Zahra reprimanded patted the back of the hand of God.

"I am not yet a father, but the fathers are fresh out of the room! That face is old!" point it at daddy Ji and Ganesha.

"About!" reply to Jihad, while Ganesha chooses to let it go, rather than go crazy.

"Oh yeah, you're a fucking husband!" zahra Laughter. The god turned on Zahra's nose and somewhat pulled him, "liar mancuuuung!" made this woman retaliate by grabbing her husband's hair, "let's runtoookkk!"

"Review first! That's my cooking shackle!" zahra yelled out the clutches of her hands on the hair of the Gods.

"Here let the Sadewa chef stir, gini this is a true way of stirring, let the cuisine is more top!" he grabbed a spatula.

"Beautiful brother!" he said he got a bitterness from Jihad and Ganesha, "so-so'an adek!" decih Ganesha's.

The god stirred as he pleased seemed to fall apart, when the chicken seasoning Woku splashed, he also intended to taste the spice directly from the spatula into his palm like Rudy Choerudin, he also intended to taste the spice directly from the spatula to his palm, but fateful because too excited he forgot if the spatula and seasoning was still very hot.

*grombyank*!

*plic*!

"Ha-ha-ha!" Ganesha, Jihad and Ica laughed, while Zahra immediately puffed her cheeks in annoyance.

"Abang! It will spill, mess, spatula jatoh! The chicken jumped, the roof was a mess. Pake so-soan chef-chef'an! It's hot! Rasain, look out ah! Brother troublemaker," his tirade is anxious, he even to the ears of God, her husband is so insoluble, centillll! Rich cimoy! Everything's tinted.

"Guns eat sir, brother bro?!" kekeh Ganesha laughed at Jihad, "courtesy of him, say daddy old, handsome time like this is called old age!"

"Oohhhh! Dizziness momy mah ahh!" exciting Ica.

"Ang there ah! Wait for it to be done! Even disturbing," he said. Instead of heartache, God laughed instead, "technical mistake dear..."

"Udah-already sit aja, nambah-nambahin tau ngga work, daddy iket dong dad his son!" Zahra turned off the stove and pushed the God from the kitchen so as not to cook it.

God did not run out of sense to indulge with Zahra, when his wife asked him to leave, he turned and carried Zahra like a sack of grain, until Zahra creaked.

"Aaa.. brother! I'm cooking again! Momyyyy! Brother of God mii!"

"Ampunnn! Rumah rame kaya accommodates people all over!" his Majesty continued his work.

Jihad laughed to see Ica grumbling, while Ganesha was happy to see her, deciding to sit on the back porch and continue her work.

Zahra put in some of her clothes, more precisely a t-shirt without the knowledge of God. He also included toiletries and towels as well as a mobile phone charger. Glanced towards the back, where the bathroom still sounds gurgling water sign if the God is still bathing there.

His phone did not stop clinking at the sign of so many incoming messages, at a glance Zahra glanced at dozens of notifications from the group of shampooing sisters, and some were complaints of nurse friends who eventually had to go to the hospital and overtime, he said, that means it is most likely so too.

The sound of the door hinges opening shocked Zahra who immediately pulled the zipper of the bag and put her phone away.

"I want her hair!" Zahra patted the bed beside her and asked her husband to come closer.

The god grabbed the t shirt and put it on quickly, looking at Zahra's face busy rubbing her hair painstakingly.

"What is not the intention of shaving? Uh don't deh! Ilang dong Sadewanya, I like a gini brother, but do not be too long also later defeat me!" crispy laugh.

The cup!

"Bag if you come out do not forget the mask is double, do not touch each other. Safe distance, from now on do not have to hang out much first," he said.

"Ready sus.." back he kissed the lips that became his candlestick made the owner of the lips throw his sharp gaze.

"I wait at 3" said Dewa, because for him the time of menggapel their ala-ala ya at 3 am.

Zahra commented with a smile, "just fall asleep, I can't promise what time he can call.." he had really held back the tears that had piled up, and soon it went from there so that the gods could not see it in tears.

"Udah ah! I'm afraid it's too late." The reply grumbled while grunting rubbing the tail of the eye.

"Just give me a call if I'm on time, I'll wake up!" dewa.

"Yes," he said quickly.

God fell asleep tonight, as did the cell phone he put beside the pillow, not once did it sound if Zahra called.

"Suster Zahra! A barracks patient cage is there still?"

"Full! But Sister Mia same Rose again take the emergency velbed to open a new barracks suspect covid!"

*Howekk*!!

Zahra immediately moved away from the vomit range of patients who were nearby, fortunately he wore a special apron so as not to be directly exposed to fluid or droplets patients.

"Sir, still throwing up?"

This frail-looking man shook his head, "the roar of sus. Sorry..."

Zahra immediately takes care of patients who are increasingly piling up in RSCM.

Tired, of course! Drowsiness, hunger, thirst, tightness, sultry, aches he no longer cares.

"Ra, rest up! Kasian you have not rested, this is 4 o'clock Ra. Don't get sick later" says Dr. Arfan.

"Yes, doc, it's a moment... The ventilator was taken off because of the vomiting" replied Zahra, behind the hazmat clothes were countless sweaters that poured out.

Not yet finished, a wheel squeak was pushed from the IGD chamber towards Barrack A.

"Patients of serious conditions, in the IGD there are 4..ask for room status?!"

"Full! Try barracks B!"

"Suster, this is oxygen depleted!"

There are no unemployed nurses here, all busy with work.

"Ra! You haven't rested yet? The other one's turn, there's fear you'll get sick later!" mia said quickly while bringing oxygen supply.

"Dok, the oxygen stock in the hospital dispensary is exhausted.possibly later the patient's family is asked to help find it too,"

"I'll tell every family of patients with severe symptoms,"

Among the excitement and the roar of sweat is also a sense of fatigue that continues to drain energy, a sense of humor and mood also decreases dramatically. Their brains are beginning to decrease in concentration.

"Dnjiir! The patient is getting bigger!" said Ilham frustrated sitting on the ceramic floor of the ward corridor, even a little space in the hospital building is so valuable to be budgeted.

Dani who sat down by bending her knees and sinking her head into the next scene, her smooth snoring indicates that she was really asleep so tired.

Ineke's eyes have even glazed over behind his glasses and faceshield, "gue tired! I want to go home, thirsty! It feels as strong as I struggle, the patients here are not reduced even more!" his voice vibrates.

"Sshhhh--" said Ninung to embrace him, Zahra could only be silent at the sight that made her eyes heat up, all over her tired body now sitting next to her colleague, will they change their status any time soon? From nurse to patient?

"Sir, kaya mbak not to overtime, kasian children at home." said Zahra.

"We're all the same here, Ra. Nothing, my family already knows the risks," he replied to calm his junior.

"Have you told your husband not to come home today?" mba Ninung asked, Zahra shook her head.

To be honest, he had to heavily inform the Gods. With hesitation, Zahra picked up the plastic-clad phone and typed in a message.

*Assalamu'alaikum sleeping charming.sorry yes, today I did not go home first! Be well there jagoan*.

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