Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Nicotine And Caffein

Rob hurriedly left the study room with a bag. Just got a call from Rion. Mr. Atma asked him to come to his house immediately, immediately.

And here he was, splitting the streets with his iron horse.

This afternoon, the patient was very busy. There was also a scheduled operation after that. But what would it say if the king had already spoken. You could say Rob is just a lackey wrapped in elite clothes a professor at this hospital. He must be ready if Mr. Atma needs him, at any time.

What difference does it make here, in America or in Germany? Both serve the community. Both should prioritize VVIP patients. Everywhere is the same, the money is in control.

His little heart screamed when he saw a dying patient who almost died but was not immediately given help because of constrained costs. Should the poor not be sick in this country?

Rob will help if he is able, he and some friends of the same profession who are equally excited to even set up his own foundation for free treatment for the underprivileged. Although he was still limping, he and his friends remained optimistic.

Of course he did not expect to change the world, he realized he was not Albert Zchweitzer who could devote his whole life to the poor, miserable and oppressed. But he will do it with all his heart.

Returning to this day, arriving at the large whitewashed house with teak wood door leaves that were wide as his heart, Rob was greeted by a middle-aged woman in waitress clothes. The woman immediately drove him to Mr. Atma's room.

One knock the door of the large teak room opened. Atmanegara stood up to welcome Rob with an elegant worried face.

Rob was stunned staring at the legendary figure before him. He had never met Atmanegara in person, but now he was face to face with the king.

How could the old man still look so dashing at his current age? Her hair is one or two bleached. His body is tall and athletic. Also when panicked even the aura of his leadership was still very strong.

Rob bowed slightly in respect. He was hypnotized by the charm of Atmanegara.

Mr. Atma patted him on the shoulder, he guided Rob to walk into his room which was about four times the size of Rob's apartment. They walked to the bed.

And there, Ms. Rani fell asleep quietly. His small and thin body seemed to disappear into the big bed.

"After bathing he complained of chest pain and dizziness. After eating and taking his medicine, he went to sleep. I'm worried because we had a husband-wife relationship before." Mr. Atma explained the chronology of the incident.

Frontal once, no nervous tones though. Rob's single soul thrashed. Plis, sir.

"I'm sorry, I have permission to check on Mom." Rob. He knows himself well enough, people like Mr. Atma do not like his being touched without permission.

"Of course!" Atmanegara. Patiently he waited for Bu Rani by the side of the bed.

Rob checked this and that quickly. He must be on time until the hospital again if he does not want the patient's surgery schedule to be delayed longer.

Maharani who felt a touch on her body slowly opened her eyes.

"Yes..." Confused speech. Atmanegara grabbed his hand and held it warmly.

"Calm down, Doctor Robert is checking" he said softly. Mr. Atma stroked Bu Rani's head fondly.

"So far Bu Rani's condition is stable. Blood pressure is gradually normal, as I said at the check-up yesterday, please control your emotions, Mom. Do not get stressed and there is no problem if only the original husband-wife relationship within reasonable limits. Don't get too suspended, sir." Rob threw a smile at the couple.

Ms. Rani looked at her husband and whispered as Rob was busy putting the stethoscope in his bag.

"Mas, put some shame on you!" Bu Rani thinned her pale lips.

Of course, the arrogant Mr. Atma just put his shoulder around in response to the wife's protest.

"All right, I say yes sir."

"Let me take it." Mr. Atma patted the back of his wife's hand and walked ahead of Rob.

Arriving at the exit, Atmanegara stopped his steps and let Rob sit alone with him outside. He offered a cigarette. Rob politely declined, he did not smoke.

Atmanegara ignited the tip of his cigarette with Zippo then sucked and held the smoke briefly in the lung cavity. It pulls smoke out of the nose.

"Cigarette smoke is not good for health, sir. It will also aggravate Bu Rani's condition." Tegur Rob is polite.

"Hmm... These guys like me, how is it possible to get away from nicotine and caffeine?" Atmanegara murmured, he inhaled again the nicotine, this time the smoke came out of the mouth in the form of a circle.

Very conceited, inner Rob.

Mbog inem came out with two cups of coffee and a plate of wet cake. Rob thanked her as the waiter invited Rob to a drink.

Robert was like sitting together in the afternoon with his father, accompanying smoking while chatting casually. But this time why does he feel so small sitting together Mr Atma like this? Is it because Atmanegara's eyes are so intimidating?

"Ehem.." Rob's throat suddenly dried up, he sipped a little coffee.

"Please tell me what you want to say, doctor?!" Atmanegara's keen instincts caught another signal from Rob's explanation inside earlier.

The face of the Atmanegara plate, without expression. Rob glanced at him. The king is showing his existence.

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Slowly Atmanegara approached the Maharani. He knew his wife was not sleeping, the Maharani lying on his back at this time.

Slowly Mr. Atma pulled the blanket so that Maharani did not get cold. He kissed his wife's temple. He breathed for a while and turned out of the room.

After a click, the door sign closed, Maharani turned her body. His face was wet with tears. He held his left chest.

He sobbed then the next minute crying roared letting out all his disappointment to himself. His thin and small hands were beating innocent pillows. Luckily the room was soundproof. No matter how loud he screams no one will hear him.