You Are My Sunshine

You Are My Sunshine
Part 43's


Fatih still faithfully cools her face in front of the cooling box object with the door open. The drink seller in the cafeteria shook his head in astonishment at the behavior of the young man who was the prospective doctor. It had been almost fifteen minutes, but he still had not moved from there. The mother of the seller immediately approached, because what Fatih did prevented the buyers who wanted to buy cold drinks.


"Hey young man, you're blocking the buyer." The mother patted Fatih's shoulder to make him scream in shock.


"Eh, m-sorry ma'am," he stuttered.


"Young people today are strange behavior, hanging out in front of the cooler door, will catch a cold" said the mother. His arm pushed the cooling door, gently driving Fatih away from where he was standing.


"I really want to buy Mom. It's just that I was thinking, about what drink is the most delicious to cool the ears, eh wrong head, eh wrong throat, yes throat hehe," he said looking for an excuse.


"So which one would you buy?" ask the seller's mother with a frown.


"This is all." Fatih took just one bottle of drink lined up in the cooler, gave him a piece of money fifty thousand and then flushed away from it without taking his change.


Fatih who was running away saw Wira heading towards the parking lot while carrying Dara. He was about to say hello from a distance, but then remembered his cellphone which was still left in the room of Wira. The young man again connected his steps and rushed to pick up his phone.


He entered the room still with a sigh, then sat himself down and his hand moved about to open the drink he bought earlier. Fatih widened his eyes, how surprised he was, it turned out that what he bought was ready to drink a bottle of herbal medicine that was efficacious to launch the coming of the moon.


His hands ruffled his hair in annoyance and threw the drink he bought into the trash. But while circulating his gaze, on the floor of the room was full of old tissue scattered. Then he again remembered the conversation Dara and Wira had when eavesdropping earlier.


Strange thoughts spread back in his head, plus he had seen Dara until carried to the parking lot. Doctor Wira carrying it must be because Dara is unable to walk, right? And also the tissue that's strewn about this is actually what container? Until Fatih concluded himself that the cause of all these events was definitely due to erotic things that flashed on his head.


"Haish!" Fatih exclaimed in frustration, then contacted the hospital's cleaning service officer to immediately clean up the mess in the room. He leaned himself in the front seat of the computer, trying to get rid of all the hot shadows spinning in his brain. Then suddenly flashed through his mind, did he have to get married soon as well?


Wira's black car reached home at dusk greeting the sky, the beauty of the afternoon that could not be denied by any eye who witnessed it.


The hero went down first and then turned around to open the door for Dara, then his hand stretched out to hold her back but Dara refused.


"I can do it myself" he said.


"Yes, whatever." The hero breezed first to leave the garage regardless of Dara who was still sitting in the car seat.


The girl limped, closed the car door and walked slowly while holding onto the wall of the garage with great difficulty.


The hero stopped his steps, right near the small staircase at the entrance to the connected house from the garage. He turned around, then leaned against the doorway while folding his hands.


"Surely can be alone?" he asked Dara while thinning his lips in ridicule.


Dara stared at the man in front of her, of course, she would have trouble climbing the stairs with her legs now, but, she also did not want to ask for help from him. It was a shame, because he had already refused the help of the Hero.


"Don't mind me, big brother get in there!" sahutya.


The hero clucked in annoyance, this girl is so stubborn. Without asking for approval, he approached Dara and returned to carry her. Dara thrashed, cursing and even grabbed her hair, but Wira did not rub it and still stepped directly into their new room.