Stepmom Cold Bed
The same frequency

Today the bandage on Byan's leg began to come off. One month already the foot was treated more special than the other foot. Although not one hundred percent recovered but Byan was able to walk normally without the need to use a motion aids.

He can set his feet perfectly without any feelings of anxiety. It's just that he can't use the foot excessively such as to play ball.

“Try lo gals, let alone Maureen, surely I'm tempted,” ledek Wisnu who today drove Byan to the doctor.

“Dih, what's godain?” Byan looked at Vishnu with no understanding. Vishnu's words are sometimes absurd. His best friend was grimacing in pain.

“Gini.” Vishnu approached a female nurse who became assistant doctor Faisal.

“His leg hurts not dek?” Vishnu asked the nurse.

“No,” the nurse blushed in shame.

“Can road?”

“Can.”

“Yuk when?!” stick with a grim face.

“Hahaha.." Doctor Faisal who first laughed at Vishnu's behavior while the nurse blushed embarrassed with a blushing face.

“Sorry yes doc, want to be a comedian but not kesampean him,” said Byan while scratching his forehead which is actually not itchy. Just shameful, he thought.

“Haahahha. That's pretty, the trend of children now.” Doctor Faisal tried to encourage Vishnu.

“Loh, the doctor knows if this is again ngetrend?” Vishnu was curious.

“Tau dong's. I'm up to date on a problem I think is. Look at this app, right?” doctor Faisal showed his phone screen that contained an entertainment application that was hype at the moment.

“Lah, yes. I guess the doctor didn't see that.” Change Vishnu who scratched his itchy head.

“The funny thing is half, stale again,” ledek Byan, slow but still heard by three other people.

“Yeee, the name is also a business. The result problem is how it is. Than diem mulu no effort?” Vishnu nudged Byan's arm deliberately.

Byan only snorted because Vishnu's words just now seemed to hit his heart and made the owner of the broken heart speechless.

"Gue isn't not an effort, it's my best effort." Someone was apparently insinuated.

“Hhaahaha.. okey, let me pass on the education for your feet yes, Mr.” Doctor Faisal tried to break the silence for a moment.

“Please,” says Byan. This is better than listening to Vishnu's unimportant speech.

“Alright, for the condition of his legs has improved although still not allowed to do excess activity. Reduce the risk of impact on the foot so that the bones of the foot can connect perfectly. If love trumps can be,” seduce doctor Faisal.

“Eh sir doctor is the same as me. But he can no longer be teased sir, again silent and waiting mode.” Vishnu. He tried to tease his best friend who was in that phase. More quiet and less talkative.

“Hahhaaha.. oh so yeah. Apparently we can make a duet, duo prik.”

“Haahahahaha..” Physicians Faisal and Vishnu both laughed. It seems like their frequency is the same.

But Byan only fell silent with a confused mind. I don't know where the funny thing is about these two guys.

“Good, I keep going...” again.

“This is no supplement for you. Drink it once a day, in the morning after eating. Its function is to speed up the healing of your feet. But make sure you drink a lot because of its side effects, the rest of its metabolism can settle in the kidneys. So be careful,” doctor Faisal's message.

“Good dock,” says Byan.

“Ya.”

Byan shook Faisal's outstretched hand. Berdo’a course hopefully he does not meet again with this doctor in the sense that his condition is really healthy.

Upon returning from Faisal's doctor, Byan decided to return to the gallery. After returning home from the development project a few weeks ago, Byan chose to return to his gallery often. He did many things here and Vishnu faithfully accompanied him. All this he did in order to avoid a stifling encounter with Maureen.

Maureen, the woman who until this moment still always makes her heart beat fast because of her feelings that she can never bear. This was the only way he could do to make it seem like he did not care about Maureen. That is avoiding and pretending not to have any feelings for the woman.

“Lo why the hell?” ask Vishnu suddenly. He saw Byan as more reserved than before. Like many things he tried to hold and hide.

For your information, they are still on their way to the gallery. Vishnu was driving and Byan was sitting in the passenger seat.

“Gok why-why.” Byan turned his gaze out the window. Look at the vehicle driving slowly on the left lane. As his mind often slowed down, it focused only on Maureen.

“Gok why-why what? Almost a month your attitude has changed a lot. I think it's not because of work problems, but liver problems.” Vishnu whispered a little at the end of his sentence.

Byan did not chimed in but his heavy breathing seemed to confirm that he was not okay.

“According to you, how about I go back to America?” asked Byan suddenly.

“Hah, how?” vishnu almost stepped on the brake pedal deeply.

Byan rubbed his head that was always dizzy and then hit him on the seat he was sitting on.

“Lo seems to need to confide? Let's start the cafe first.” Vishnu slammed the steering wheel to the left and accelerated the speed of his vehicle towards the nearest cafe.

They take a pretty private place and not too many people pass by. Vishnu understands that his best friend is in need of privacy.

“So how?” ask Vishnu after drinking their order in between. I can't wait to hear the story of my friend.

“Gue thought, should I go back to America?” Byan asked Vishnu and himself.

“Reason?” Vishnu demands answers.

“Don't say lo again betrothed to one of the same women oma and om lo.” Connect Vishnu again quickly. It is usually this kind of thing that makes the sole successor of a rich family and still single.

Byan shook his head. He took a glass of water and sipped it slowly.

“Women's problems?” this is the second Vishnu conjecture. He was not too impatient to wait for the response byan felt too long.

An annoyed breath was heard again which meant justifying his guess.

“Which woman made you sampe all this and thought of returning to America? Don't you have a good reason why you want to come back here?”

Vishnu's next question made Byan more upset. Byan hasn't chimed in yet. Instead, he ordered an alcoholic drink to relieve the pain in his head. He drank a few sips until his head felt dizzy and heavy.

“Gue loves her but her principles are too strong. Though I also know that he also has the same feeling for me.” One sentence escaped from the mouth of the half-drunk Byan.

“Who?” Vishnu was curious. Because all this time Byan has never talked about women's problems.

Byan just smiled a little and then chuckled. His library almost mentioned the name but when he saw Vishnu who looked at him curious, the logic was like holding his mouth to speak. Finally he just shook his head and leaned his body into the chair. Her lips were smiling but her heart was crying.

“Mabok lo kayak when I was heartbroken with Maureen. Lo patient, I know it's heavy.” Vishnu patted Byan's arm to encourage his best friend. Without him knowing that the woman who made Byan like this was the same woman, Maureen.

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