The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master

The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
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"Hold, yeah. It's just for a moment" said an IGD doctor while cleaning the wound on Ken's lips. He also treated cuts and bruises on the other side.


To Ken, he was silent. The wounds and bruises on the body are not much, but the invisible wounds in the heart of the pain is extraordinary. He really didn't think Mike was alive. Worse still, he did not dare to ask Naya directly about the girl's choice.


Ken let out a long sigh until the doctor who was treating the reflex saw until their eyes met. Ken immediately threw away a glance. He didn't want anyone to know his feelings at the moment.


"Oh my goodness, Ken! You why?"


The sound of a woman's crumbles shocked Ken. Doctors who were treating Ken and some patients on IGD were also looking for direction of sound. A beautiful woman dressed in a white suit was seen walking towards the bed that Ken was sitting on. Not only that, the beautiful woman with long hair hanging curls was without hesitation cupping Ken's cheek. He scanned Ken's face turning blue.


"Ken! You fight? Same who? When's? Why fight?" scabbed again.


The beautiful doctor who treated Ken's lips before gawked, he patted the girl's hand slowly.


"Doctor Sella, he's a patient, you know. Careful."


Sella just grinned, then looked around.


Peers are just head bobbles. "Yes, Doc. Sorry, I'm a kebablasan."


Now Sella looked at Ken who had a normal face. "I'm sorry Ken. Yes, I'm waiting for you."


The doctor was silent too. He went back to treatment as if Sella wasn't there. When he finished with everything, he gave Ken a piece of paper.


"This please later at the ransom, yes the same ointment medicine," he said friendly.


Ken greeted the paper, he got out of the bed and confirmed his dirty and tangled clothes.


For Sella, she just kept quiet because she had only noticed one object that honestly made her curious. One thick book, similar to an old notebook. The book is now in Ken's hands.


"Where are you going?" ask Sella. He followed Ken's steps. "You haven't answered my question, you know. So don't run away first. Who are you fighting with? Who succeeded in making you unable to hold yourself like a gini?''


Ken who was getting upset and embarrassed by Sella's temperament stopped his steps. He turned back and stared.


Sella manyun's. He followed Ken's steps again.


"Don't follow me Sela. I have business" continued Ken without turning over.


Sella remained silent. He knew Ken was going to the hospital next door. Special hospital for therapy.


"Ken."


Ken didn't respond. He kept walking straight ahead until the resentful Sella ignored pulled her hand forcefully.


"Why again?" ketus Ken's.


Instead of being angry, Sella gave a warm smile. For years he hadn't seen Ken. Honestly, he missed. Wanting to turn over was so happy. However, he recalls one more fact, that he was no one Ken. Especially now in the hospital.


"Ken, I'm glad you're okay. Even if you never know, I am still happy. I'm grateful you're healthy and you're still yourself. And I'd be more fun if you ...."


"Sella," Ken interrupted. He let out a long sigh before finally returning to say, "You know the answer, Cell. We're brothers. I assume you're just a sister. So please don't talk about this anymore."


"You said that because you never tried to open your heart. I never thought you were sodara, Ken. Do I need ...."


Sella didn't say anymore because Ken walked away. He could only sigh heavily. "Bas stubborn."


Ken's in Burhan's room. There's nobody there. He guessed Burhan must be in therapy.


Now Ken's eyes were fixed on the book in hand. His mind is chaotic, he loves Naya and it doesn't feel good if Naya stays with Mike. But if he insists he's afraid to add to Naya's burden. And about Burhan .. I don't know, his head feels like it's going to explode.


Door creaking. Burhan was delivered by a male nurse. However, the nurse tells Ken to come out with the excuse of changing Burhan's clothes.


Ken according. He was tired at the entrance of the room. His eyes were fixed on the book in hand. "What exactly is it?" Ken muttered.