Wild Roses For Luqman
84. Hospital

"Eh, um Luqman what the hell? Want to steal a chance?" Chirps Clara who broke the tense atmosphere just a moment ago.

"D-no!" Luqman immediately withdrew his hand, then leaned his body on the chair.

"Then why hold Clara's hand? What's..." Clara gave a faint smile.

"What does that mean?" Luqman's voice rang out trembling, as it resisted the increasingly erratic chest pounding. But Clara laughed out loud, seeing her funny expression in her eyes.

"Why are you laughing?" Luqman looked at Clara seriously.

"Have, don't continue. Fear will disturb aunt who is sleeping. Come on, we'll go to bed soon too." Clara got up from her seat.

"Eh, wait. Tomorrow, so check with the doctor, right?" Luqman and Clara both stood and faced each other.

"depends. If it is healed, do not check it. But if it has not healed yet, yes how else. Should I check, right?"

"Okay, I'll deliver it tomorrow."

"Thank you, man. Then Clara says to the room first."

"Yes, get some rest. May it heal soon."

Clara nodded her head with a smile, then walked away from Luqman who was still sculpting.

'Why does Clara feel the same way as I do? Is this just a coincidence, or...' Luqman shook his head, then let out a rough breath. For the umpteenth time he took a sip of water, before finally returning to his room.

**

Morning greet. Clara approached the two parents to her room. He talked about what he felt for them. Then I agreed to go to the doctor.

The same is true of Luqman. He talked about how he felt about his mother.

After bathing and looking neat, they gathered at the dinner table to enjoy breakfast together.

At that moment, they said about the plan after finishing breakfast. Having the same goal, they will go together.

**

The car they were driving had entered the hospital grounds. They also walked together to the doctor's office, because Luqman had previously made an appointment with him. So there's no need to queue anymore.

"Clara, please come in first." Luqman invited the girl first.

"Suddenly Clara was afraid. It was Luqman who went in first." Undeniably, his face also looked extremely tense.

"Calm down, honey. Papa and mama will accompany you." Both of Clara's parents held both sides of her shoulders.

"Let's Luqman go first, ma. Clara will be able to ask first, what the doctor did to her." Clara whispered to her parents, but was still able to be heard by others.

"Okay, let me go first then."

"Mama will accompany you, baby." Mama Firda patted her son's arm with a smile, then her gaze turned to Mr. Andreas's family.

"I'm sorry, I'd like to accompany my son yes sir, Sis."

"Please. We'll wait here. Good luck, and no serious illness suffered by son Luqman." Mr. Andreas replied.

Slowly Luqman opened the door handle, then entered with his mother. Clara and her parents were sitting in the waiting chair in front of the room.

The doctor stood up and greeted him with a big smile. Then let Luqman and his mother sit in the chair in front of him.

"Can we help ustadz?"

"I'd like to consult about the illness I've had these days."

"Oh yes, please. Tell me everything, so I can take the right action."

Luqman told the doctor everything, with nothing covered with a nervous and reddish face. But the doctor and assistant standing next to him gave a really unexpected reaction. The two giggled slowly, making Luqman and his mother look at each other and frown at the confusion.