The Twin Hearts Port 4
Chapter 44

Aylin waited for the hour to come home. Already showed after 8 nights. But the Imam did not come. "Where is this guy? Why not tell me anyway? Call not call not call" Aylin confused should call Imam or not.

"Ah, prestige dong, later thought I was excited again impatient. Just wait a little longer"

the tok tok tok. Someone knocked on the door of the check room. Dela, a nurse working at the clinic, opened the door. "Doctors don't come home?"

"Later Del, you guys if you want to go home first don't papa. Let me get the door later"

"Well, it's not good, Doc. The doctor was still here when we got home. We wait until the doctor is picked up" Aylin smiled. "Well, if you want that"

There was a small noise ahead. Aylin and Dela looked at each other. "What's Del?"

"Don't know doc, Ria's raging who's ahead?"

Aylin and Dela then headed for the registration table. There, Ria, one of the midwives working at the clinic was having a fight with a man.

"Yes, I know that I am going through the hour, but my wounds need treatment" Yup, the Imam who is fighting with Ria.

"Stop stop stop" Aylin mediated that debate. "Ri, the patient data, let me take action"

"But the doc. If we accept it it could be in the future he's like this again"

Aylin smiled. "Ri, we're public servants. Patients come to us that sign needs our help, yes maybe on the road what is it, never refuse patient Ri. Who do you work for if not the patient? No need to extend it. Getting in the data. Let me take action, for the one who picked me up has come. This is the guy"

Ria and Dela blinked her eyes. Ria quickly asked for a ID from the Imam. Aylin received and read the Imam's medical record status. "Udah, you go first. Let me have the key"

Dela nodded. "Don't really need to be helped by the doc?"

"No, I can do it myself"

"Emmm, sir, I'm sorry I'm not polite" Ria apologized to the Imam. The priest smiled and nodded. "I was wrong too, but I was late"

"Yes, come on, change the dressing first" the Imam nodded. Ria and Dela bid farewell to the two of them. Aylin and the Priest headed for the action room. Aylin prepared his tools. The priest goes up to the bed.

"I'm sorry Ay, Mas's late to pick her up" Aylin smiled as he headed towards her. "Where are you?" ask Aylin.

"So the dorm faucet died, confused about the bath" Aylin nodded. Start opening the waterproof plaster. Then take the kassa attached to the Imam's chin.

"Have you eaten yet?" ask Imam. "Not yet"

"Well, do you eat this?" Aylin nodded. He focused on seeing the wound on the Imam's chin. Until his forehead is only a few inches from the Imam's mouth. The heart of the Priest was racing very fast. Until Aylin faintly heard it.

He looked at the Imam. "You deg-degan mas?"

The priest wiped his sweat. "Well, how can you not hide? Your forehead is very close to the lips Mas"

"Hahahaha, yes how dong. Sleep if so" the Imam shook his head.

"Sit down"

"The stitches are good Mas, there's no pus. Keep it dry, right? 4 More days control again. Stop, don't close the wound anymore"

Imam nodded. Aylin deftly covered the wound again with new waterproofing cassa and plaster. "Done. Is the cure still or is it over?"

"So Ay"

"OK, I prepared all the medicine" Aylin washed the equipment and dried it. After that he returned to the examination room and prepared medicine for the Imam.

"The cure was like yesterday" the Imam accepted and nodded. "Look for a meal"

Aylin nodded. He took his bag. They both left the clinic. Lock the door and put the key in its usual place. "What do you want to eat, Ay?" ask the priest to go to his bike.

"Whatever, what would the Imam eat?"

"Lamongan aja yuk" Aylin nodded. The priest put a helmet on Aylin. "Let's not boncengin use Ninja KW"

Aylin laughs. "Nina, Astrea! Legend yes Mas your bike"

"Yes dong, like the person, the legend" Aylin laughed at hearing that. He got on that old bike. The priest began to drive his motorbike to his favorite Lamongan stall.

"Mas, the bike is strong are you both riding? Hahaha, I'm sorry if it falls out on the road"

Imam laughing. "Later if it falls out, help Mas munguti. Haha. Aye"

"Aren't you ashamed to walk on a motorbike like this?" ask Imam.

"Shame to be ashamed? Important motor healthy wal afiat mas, so that I'm afraid tuh, this is strong right?"

"Please, just be calm!" Aylin nodded. "Valentino Rossi is about to overtake, hold strong!" said the Imam while increasing the speed. Making old motorcycles is like being forced.

Aylin laughed happily because of the Imam. The priest smiled hearing Aylin's laughter. I'm ngeting you, matre don't you. Inner Priest.

Before long, they arrived at the shop. The priest ordered a meal. "Chicken or duck Ay? Or catfish?"

"Same chicken eggplant Mas, bosen catfish"

"Yes yes, even catfish boss keinget again. Heheh. Mas, fried chicken 1 serving, eggplant 1 serving, tofu tempe 1 serving"

Aylin was confused by the order of the Imam. "Was not eating?"

"Eat"

"What agent?"

"Know tempe. Ngirit. Hehehe" Aylin became unwell. "Chicken pens gih, Aylin's gonna pay"

Imam shakes. "Wouldn't want, prestige dong paid in girls. I can't eat tofu tempeh, the important thing is that you eat good" Aylin became moved. Didn't expect the Imam to give up for his sake.

They wait for food while chatting. Not long for the order to come. Still very hot. "Why not eat?" ask Imam.

"It's still hot" Aylin replied. The priest took Aylin's chicken. Then disbursing. Aylin smiled. "Mas"

"Hmm?"

"Babylon"

"Huh?" the Imam was shocked. "Suapin, it's hot" the priest nodded. He was feeding Aylin. "Use the same tempe know" said Aylin.

"Lha chicken?"

"For both of you. Eggplant don't forget" the priest smiled. Pass again in the second exam.

They share the side dish. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to take you to a restaurant"

"What the hell is that talking about? Did Aylin ask to be invited to the restaurant? Yes, I am, Aylin understands how much our salary is. Ngirit is necessary"

"You have no problem living a hard life and lack of material things?" ask the Imam to investigate. I want answers from Aylin.

"Materi has something terrible. Do not precede His will. What we need to do is find the material from the halal. A little bit grateful. There's still a lot to bring us"

Imam smile. His hand rubbed Aylin's head. Makes his heart beat irregularly again.

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