Papa To Oleander
3. Fucking Centil Nurse!

Ola

Our friendly nurse, who was too friendly for my liking, chuckled. "Ah, no. No problem, Sir. Glad to help. Especially if there is a cupcake for me. I'll be even more happy again" he said before giggling again. With that, Beautiful Ners closed the door. He did not know that the door to be on my good side was also closed with him.

I really want to complain to the Hospital about the unprofessional attitude of their employees. What the hell, right? What does all that mean? What the hell are they doing? Isn't there, like, a rule or something that states that it shouldn't be sailing flirting between a hospital employee and a patient's family?

I really wanted to grab that straight, smooth looking black hair that the Teaser Ners had pigtailed. I really want to vent all my anger on him because he thinks who is he? How dare he ask to buy a cupcake also to Angga?

Besides, what the fuck is this Angga too? After adopting that cold, heartless, grumpy, pickling, careless, and unfriendly attitude, he now even easily throws a smile at the flirtatious girl? In front of me again! Are those ugly attitudes just for me?

Wh why? WH WHY?

And why did he act like that too? Is he interested? Oh, he must be interested too, right? Aye, right?!

Really fuck!

I can no longer contain the growing anger thanks to the wind disaster*****pick that ravaged the contents of this head and Angga's own attitude that is very, very, very annoying. Even after he helped me to raise the head of the bed to a higher level to ease my movements while eating, I was still really angry.

Replace now I am the scowler, the grumpy, and the wanton.

It feels like I am loosing my mind. I am going to be crazy. Or I'm actually going crazy right now.

And I told you not to ask why! Don't ask too many questions, anyway! Point.

So when Angga pushed the overbed table closer and then put the box on it, I just grabbed my kryptonite and chose to give him the silent treatment. I deliberately ignored the figure who was sitting on the edge of the bed, who kept watching me the whole time I was chewing on the cupcakes.

I remained silent not merely because I had such perfect manners that I did not want to talk while chewing. It's just, now I hate him for making me feel like this.

Bizarrely. Messed up. Not because.

I could feel the warmth of his huge body at my feet through the thin blanket that covered. I could feel his dark eyes tracking my every move. The sharp gaze of Angga inevitably burned my skin. "Stop took care of me. I don't think there's any other work, you know," I asked when I couldn't stand the heat of his gaze anymore. "Mending lo spit go, deh. Buy cupcake for the beautiful nurse and cute fans lo it. Let if he waited a long time, not so given his hapenya number again lo."

Silent. There's no answer. However, I could still feel the heat and sharpness of his concentrated brown bead gaze. Damnit damnit!

"Udah, go there! I also don't need to be guarded. I'm not a kid who can't do anything." I tried to throw him out again.

The goose still flinch.

Shit, shit, shit! Why does his head have to be made of stone, anyway? What does God mean to create a creature with a stubborn nature that is super duper high like him? Maybe his body is muscular, tall, his face is handsome, but what good is the perfection outside it if the inside is rotten in a row, ha?

Argha! I hate di–uhuk!

Uhuk, uhuk, uhuk!

Damnit damnit! A chocolate cupcake goes into the wrong pipe!

When I coughed at the choking food, suddenly there was already a bottle of mineral water whose lid had been opened complete with a straw outstretched in front of me.

I followed his orders because I needed them. Note, yes. Because I need it, not because I want to. I sucked the water until half the bottle was finished. "Thanks." -." I thanked him in passing after clearing my throat a few times, clearing the leftovers of the cake.

"Eat it, if it eats it eats it. Don't think weird. I'm sure everything that's on your mind must be the result of suuzan until you're so sprained."

What the fudge?!

What did he just say?

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?

Redder. Everything I saw turned red. "Get out! Get the hell out of here!" I growl.

"Nw, what?" Angga's forehead is wrinkled. His tone was tinged with confusion. "What do you mean, La? Why are you suddenly angry with me? What am I wrong again?"

"Gue told elo not to use my calls again, right? I don't like it!"

"Oh, come on. Did you start first? You don't remember, do you?" He reasoned.

I knew he was right, but still now I don't want to hear it anymore. You and I are the pronouns of people who are too close to us who are too foreign to each other. After all, I don't want to fall into the trap of his thick eyes and me-your-word anymore.

It will never be again.

"Gue still doesn't like it," I refused while crossing my arms around my chest. "In fact, I also don't like the same presence here. Mending you to go outside. I don't need elo. I don't need to be locked. Oho! Ja. I also don't need a nurse like Ners Indah. I want to file a complaint with the hospital. They should be aware that there are very unprofessional employees like that here before he seduces the families of other patients and embarrasses the big hospitals like gini."

However, before I managed to reach the phone handle that was on the bedside table, Angga's hand had already grabbed my hand. "Hey, stop. What are you doing, anyway?"

"I told you I wanted to complain!" I snapped at him while trying to let go of Angga's handrails.

"Hey, hey, hey. Uda, yeah. That's." Her voice softened. His hand, too, but he did not let go. He shifted his body forward, pushing the overbed table away from the mattress so that he could sit where the table was originally located. Right in front of me. "Olavia, stop. Please."

"Why? Why should I stop? You feel sorry for him? Huh yeah?"

I felt the soft strokes on the back of my left hand. Forward-backward, back and forth. When Angga lowered his gaze, I also lowered my head and realized that my left palm was now between his two. And, indeed, his right hand was stroking my hand.

I ....

Uh. It tastes so good. The hand-created movement was very calming.

"You're jealous, huh?"

Whats?

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