
Fitri tried to catch her breath well, trying to control something that was churning in her heart.
Slowly his feet stepped closer to Hendri without wanting to stare at the man.
It feels like shouting out loud and protesting at destiny. Why is he living such a difficult life now? As if he was not given a chance to run away from the reality that is crazy.
"I just found out that you work here" Hendri said after Fitri approached him.
Fitri remained silent, making the man stop looking at her.
"Sorry, Sir. I'll replace the infusion." Although his fingers felt vibrating when touching Hendri's hand, but he still tried not to look nervous even though the sweat on his forehead began to appear.
"Master?" Hendri repeated Fitri's pronunciation of him.
However, Fitri remained silent, focusing on what he was doing without glancing at Hendri in the slightest.
hendri understood, he understood very well why Fitri ignored him, not even looking at his face for a second.
"How long have you been working here?" Still not giving up, he kept trying hard to get Fitri to talk, but the woman remained silent with her flat face.
Seeing no reaction from Fitri, Hendri immediately took the initiative to grab Fitri's hand using his wide hand.
Fitri stopped her movements and looked at Hendri for a moment. "Can you be a little polite, sir? His blood will come out if I don't do it right."
"Can you answer my question before you do?" look at Hendri with shady eyes.
"I'm sorry, I can't give any information to a patient as long as it's not related to your health." Fitri brushed off Hendri's hand and continued his work that had been delayed.
"Did you really hate me about yesterday afternoon?" Hendri again asked, but still Fitri did not answer a word.
Fitri just sighed without looking at it. "Why is this man endless talking? Makes me sick of him," Inner Fitri was a little upset.
If you can be honest, Hendri's insults yesterday still ring in his mind, he will not and will never forget the speech. Seeing Hendri's face alone made his chest tight, how could he face all the endless questions from the man.
"I'm sorry" Hendri said with eyes that felt very guilty.
This time Fitri chose to pretend not to hear every word that the man said, his heart seemed to die, 20 more years he lived in this world, never even dating, married also because of the insistence of his mother, but why can there be a man say himself as a cheap woman.
Now he just thinks that's what Hendri thought about him. A cheap woman.
Then is it appropriate now that the man is still trying to get him to talk? If that insult alone he can say, then there are how many more insulting sentences that he will be able to say if until he gives a little space for him.
His work was done, the infusion was replaced and Hendri's blood pressure stabilized.
The man had acute anemia due to lack of rest and reduced concentration, causing his head to dizzy throughout the night until he fainted.
Hendri quickly grabbed Fitri's wrist when the woman wanted to leave him in the room.
Fitri closed his eyes for a moment with a sigh that felt heavy, a little furious because Hendri continued to provoke his level of emotion and awareness.
"Let go now or I'll scream!" threaten Fitri firmly.
"Yell out."
"No matter everyone's coming, as long as you stay here, I don't mind if they beat me."
"What do you want, Mas?" Fitri's face began to redden to hold the anger in her heart, her tone was slightly increased because of the anger over Hendri's attitude.
What's wrong with that guy? Her thought.
Hasn't he always ignored her? Then after separating why even continue to disturb his life as if without the intention to release his free life.
"Let go, Mas!" bluff it once again.
Expressionless and with his flat face Hendri so lightly said "No." Shaking his head slowly.
Fitri's heart was pounding more and more, as if just counting the seconds where the bomb would explode and hit the man until his head turned backwards.
Why is there such a species of old man like Hendri in this world? Fitri thought in his mind.