Chapter 7 - What Live in That Guy's House?

"YOU'RE CRAZY!" I shouted. Even though it's slow because I still feel weak, but I'm glad I was able to make the two people in front of me gasp. Somehow I feel annoyed because they think I'm amnesic. Even though in fact my memory is fine. Nothing's wrong.

After saying that, I hurriedly tried to get out of this white bed. Maybe I should look healthy so they don't think I'm sick, let alone amnesic. How could a beautiful girl with a strong memory like me be called amnesic. They are crazy!

However, a strong hand suddenly restrained my body from moving down from the bed. I glanced at him and found the man was staring worriedly at me. Ah, again, that look seemed to hypnotize me. my body immediately fell silent and obeyed when he told me to go back to rest.

Then the Doctor invited the man to follow his steps to the right corner of this room. I can see them, but I can't hear their conversation. every now and then my eyes caught the man's gaze fixed on me, then after he knew that I was watching him, he immediately refocused his gaze on the doctor who was busy talking. I don't know what I say, I don't care. I'm sure, right now they must think I'm mentally ill. huh, after meeting that man, for some reason my life became more absurd like this.

I keep watching them and hope to hear a little bit of their conversation. I tucked in my ears so I could hear, but it was almost a minute that neither the doctor nor the man sounded. Sigh, why is this room so big? The distance between me and them is quite far Really, I really wanted to make this room smaller so I could hear their conversation.

"Hello! What are you doing?" I tried to scream even though the sound in my throat felt choked. you must know, that I am the type of person who is so curious about things that concern me. It's not that I'm overconfident thinking they're talking about me, but it seems like that right? if they don't talk about my situation, then what are they talking about? Are they hot gossiping about the next door neighbor? Oh No. That's impossible!

They suddenly glanced at me at the same time. I'm sure they heard my voice. I'm also sure they must be hiding something. Their gazes were serious when they looked at me. Besides being embarrassed, I was confused about what to do. What should I do? Throw pillows at them? Ah, no-no. if that happens, then they will definitely think of me as a mentally ill person.

Hmm, then, I'll just pretend to be dizzy. It will definitely catch their attention.

"Aw, aw!" My hand is holding the head. My eyes closed and I made an expression on my face as if I was enduring pain. "My head hurts so much."

Slowly I tried to open my eyes a little to see their response, but damn it! They looked indifferent and continued to chat seriously. Is my voice less loud?

Ah, alright. Then I'll try to raise my volume a little more.

"Aw, aw! My head hurts so much. Anyone help me!"

I opened my eyes a little again to see their response. And for this time I succeeded. They looked enthusiastic and immediately took a quick stride towards me. the man immediately approached me and touched my face. The worried look on his face was still visible. Oh my God, why could this man be so worried about my situation? I'm fine. Who am I anyway? I told you I'm not Shireen. I am Shin.

"You are okay?" he said softly. exhale warm against my face. And somehow I feel like this position. I feel that my life is more meaningful because there is someone who really cares for me. But I realized, this shouldn't be happening.

Seeing that I didn't respond, the man shook my shoulder slowly and said, "Are you okay, Honey?"

Hey, look! Even the Doctor was still here staring at us, but he dared speak HONEY to me? Who is he and who am I? we are people who shouldn't know each other. Huh, I'm really going crazy at this rate!

"I'm ... err — I'm fine. I told you I'm fine. So you don't have to worry like that," I replied. I was furious to see the man's expression as if I was seriously ill. Even though I'm just a little dizzy. That, too, is not very pronounced.

Then the doctor opened a voice and the man pulled his body away from me. the doctor put the stethoscope back in his ear, then he checked my heartbeat.

I purposely didn't breathe while the doctor touched the small instrument of the cord against my chest. Being a little nosy doesn't matter right? During that time the doctor's face was different. He looked confused. Luckily, I've been swimming a lot and I can hold my breath a bit longer. Ha ha ha. I kept on laughing so as not to make the two men in front of me even more confused. But gradually I was not strong. And finally when I took a breath, the doctor's expression became calmer.

In fact, I don't know if not breathing like that really affects the heart rate checks doctors perform. I'm just trying it for fun. And it seems to have had a little effect, but I don't know what it is. I should have known more about the world of medicine — if only my parents had not died, and I could continue my education to college by choosing a major in Medicine. The major I've always dreamed of. But, when it was time for my parents to die, I no longer wanted that dream, because the doctors at that time couldn't save my parents. That's why I don't like the smell of drugs and I don't like being in hospitals.

I want to say that I hate hospitals, but I also can't deny that because of hospitals I can be born into the world and live happily with Mom and Dad.

"Looks like you really need adequate rest. Your body is very weakYou can't do hard work. If that happened, then your body would react more than this. It could be that at any time you have a more severe illness, "warned the doctor. I nodded weakly in response to his words.

Indeed, I have worked hard beyond my limits. I have worked hard beyond my weak body. So far, I only think that being able to get away from the punishment of Aunt Thaka or Uncle Ferdian is already lucky. And I never once thought about the state of my body. I don't even think about my face which now looks sad and my skin is a little dark. I don't care about all that because I feel that my life is no longer meaningful. That my life is just a waste.

Then the doctor said good-bye to leave, and the man smiled in response. I was very happy to see that smile radiated again on his handsome face. Without realizing it, my lips smiled too. Then when our eyes met, he immediately stopped his smile and rushed to me.

"Hey, why are you smiling like that? Do you like that doctor?" he said suddenly with an unpleasant face.

What? Apparently he misunderstood. He thought I smiled at the doctor's departure? Indeed, men are not sensitive. Even though I was clearly smiling when I looked at him.

"I just smiled as a token of thanks!" I replied with an annoyed expression. then he sat by my bed and looked at me so intensely.

Deg!

My heart was beating fast again. Ah, I feel like being close to him can make me have heart disease.

Err — in a moment, I have forgotten something! I haven't asked the doctor about her serious conversation earlier with the man. I am curious. If I asked this man in front of me, I'm sure he wouldn't tell me.

"You're going to come home to my house until you're fully recovered. Okay, Honey?"

Then the man smiled as he kissed my forehead.

And I can only be stunned without words.

* To Be Continued *

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I'm sorry if a lot of writing is still wrong and messy, because I'm not very good at English, but I want to try and keep learning. Thank you for supporting me.