The Pursuit of Love Om Doctor
Sanjaya Image

"Morning, Miss Nurul... How is today ? Is it still tightness and chest pain ?" Ask Dr. Dimas.

"Yes Doc, still sick. Can I recover without surgery ?" ask Ibu Nurul.

"Mother..." Image protest with his mother's question.

"It can be cured, but it must be surgery" said Dr. Dimas with a smile.

"Then I'd better get out of this hospital, doc. Because we have no money." answered Nurul.

"Mother, Citra has money for the mother's operation. I don't think about it anymore either." Citra held back her tears.

"It can be discussed later. Oh yes, Miss Nurul, this is Doctor Aksa. He is a great doctor of Heart Specialists in this hospital. At the same time he is also the owner of this hospital" said Doctor Dimas introduced Aksa.

Degh !

The heart of Citra is pounding. There was a fear when I heard the name Aksa.

Especially after knowing the fact that this hospital is his.

Had crossed the mind to ask for his help, but there is a sense of prestige also if you have to ask for help men who have snatched his sanctity.

"Hello Bu Nurul." Sapa Aksa's.

"Hello Doc. Wow, this doctor is so handsome. Hopefully I can be a son-in-law like a doctor." said Nurul smiling kindly.

Nurul's speech certainly made Aksa develop her smile.

"Amin, Ma'am !!" answer Aksa with passion.

It made the doctor Dimas and the two nurses there smile.

But not with the image.

"Mom.. if you say, don't be so reckless !!" image Protest.

"That's a Prayer, an Image ! If praying it should be good, son." replied Nurul.

The image is silent because it does not want to argue with his mother who is sick.

"Mom, my arrival here is to tell you that from this moment on you will be my patient. Regarding all your medical records, I'll handle it. Including mom's operating schedule." Aksa.

"Huh ?! You kok-" reflexes the image of protest when hearing Aksa's words.

"Partner !! That's polite !!!" tegur Ibu Nurul's.

"Sorry, Mom !"

The image is silent again.

"Doctor, I'm sorry my son. He likes to judge when he is a man. But Doc, I'm asking to return it. We have no money for treatment, let alone for surgery" Nurul said.

"But Cit.."

"Mom will stay in this hospital. I've registered the foundation for donation to help people with heart failure. So for the cost don't think about it again, yeah.. If the mother has a lot of thoughts will even make the pain more pronounced." said Aksa cut the debate between the mother and the child.

"What Doctor Aksa said was true, Ibu Nurul. I hope that Ibu Nurul will convince himself for the recovery of Mother." said Dr. Dimas.

The image frowned, feeling something strange. To his knowledge, the donation money from the foundation had not been half of his mother's operating expenses.

"Is that true, Doc ?" ask the Image to Doctor Dimas.

"real Image. Therefore you will come with Doctor Aksa in his room. Because there are some files that you have to sign." said Dr. Dimas.

"Thank God, then Doc. I don't burden my child anymore" said Ibu Nurul.

"Mom never burdened the image. Don't ever talk like that again, ma'am." Citra protested dislike of her mother's words.

"Yes already ! Then we'll excuse you, Miss Nurul. And miss Citra, can you come to my room ?!" asked Aksa with a meaningful smile.

The image squinting her eyes looked into Aksa's eyes. Because Citra really feels there is something strange here.

"What should be in your room, Doctor ?" ask Citra.

"Sure ! Because it's so important !!" aksa said with confidence.

"Come, miss Citra ! Follow me !" take Aksa.

Imagra followed Aksa into his room.

"Please enter Miss Citra Sanjaya !!" said Aksa when Citra entered his room.

"Citra Wulandari !!!" image Error with ketus.

"Oops.I'm sorry I mispronounced !!" sahut Aksa smiled.

"Please sit Miss Citra Wulandari !!" pinta Aksa is back.

Aksa handed a sheet of paper to Citra.

"Please read first miss Citra Sanjaya... Oops, sorry !! Wulandari means."

"One more time you call me that, I'm out !!" mencam Citra has widened her eyes.

Aksa also raised one hand and his finger formed the letter O signifying approval from the threat of Citra.

The image took the sheet and began to read it.

"What the fuck is this !!!" Pekik Citra's.

Seriate,