
After returning from the campus Dira wanted to ask permission for Arga to go somewhere.
"Today I didn't come with you to the cafe .." said Dira.
"Why baby?" ask Arga.
"I have an appointment with my guidance counselor to discuss my proposal" Kanzia replied.
"Then I take you back to the cafe." Arga was about to drop Dira off, but Dira refused.
"No need Mas, I can go alone or later I can also ask Mita for help." Kanzia refused.
"But you're okay, are you going alone?" ask Arga.
"Yes Mas no papa, you don't have to worry anyway I'm not a child who where to be taken," said Dira trying to make Arga not so drive him.
"All right, but you'll have to tell me when you get there."
"Yes my husband who was brought up .. already there you went to kasian Ivan the same Arka must have been waiting for you," said Dira while opening the car door for Arga.
"You don't want to meet a guy, do you, Ra? You seem so happy I didn't deliver." Arga looked at Dira while holding her chin.
"Emang I want to meet a guy, do you know for yourself that my guidance counselor is a guy, quite a widower one child, already that handsome again," replied Dira he knew Arga was teasing him.
Arga who heard Dira's words glared at his eyes, he only realized that the lecturer was a widower who did not look inferior to him, who also became one of the targets of girls on his campus.
"Ra if that's what I'm going to do," said Arga not to get into his car.
"Jeez .. I think I said it wrong. I have to do something not let Arga really follow, "inner Dira.
"As I was just joking, anyways I met the lecturer not alone but there are some people too, already there leave do not have to think strangely strange, strange, he said you believe in me but only then you are suspicious of me Mas," said Dira with a sad expression. Of course Arga who saw that could not bear and let Dira go alone.
"Yes, but remember you have to call me when you get there." After saying that, Arga got into his car and did it.
Dira just stared at Arga's car which was getting further and further away from campus. "Sorry Mas, I have to lie" murmured Dira.
Actually he had no schedule to meet with his guidance lecturer, he just made an excuse to go see a doctor who had been dealing with his illness.
After Arga's departure, Dira immediately left for his destination by using an online taxi.
A few minutes later Dira arrived at the hospital, where he met with doctor Mira. Dira also began to do the examination, doctor Mira can only sigh when he saw the results of Dira's examination. Before that he had also sent a short message to Arga, if he had arrived at his destination.
"How did it go Doc? Can my illness be cured this time?" ask Dira to doctor Mira.
"Hem, as I said a few days ago, the medicine I gave you only helps you to reduce the pain, we have to keep transplanting your heart and of course we need a donor" explained Dr. Mira.
"What does that mean it will be hard for me to heal Doc? Or maybe I–"
"We will definitely do our best to help you heal, I've asked one of the best doctors in this hospital to help you deal, so don't despair and keep praying," the doctor cut Dira's words.
Dira just nodded his head while smiling at the words of doctor Mira. True said doctor Mira he should not give up, did he also experience this, he must be sure this time he can also be cured.
"Oh yes Ra, when are you going to tell your family? You can't keep hiding it from them, especially your husband he should know about your illness."
"I'll tell him as soon as possible doc" said Dira.
Doctor Mira smiled at Dira's words, then after that he moved from the examination room and he immediately contacted Arga if he was done with his business and he would go straight home.
"Ga, you don't feel that Dira's attitude is a bit strange?" ivan asked, back to talking about Dira.
"Lo why did you ask Dira? Why why?" instead of answering Ivan's question, Arga asked.
"Gue just felt that Dira was hiding something from us" Ivan said.
"Gue also actually felt a little strange with Dira's attitude these few days, but I don't want to force him to the story, I'll wait until he's ready to tell everything" Arga said.
Of course he also felt that Dira was hiding something very important from him, and he also kept silent taking vitamin Dira and asked someone to find out about the vitamins that Dira drank. Because every time he saw his wife taking the vitamin, somehow he always felt anxious and scared, but he still tried to think positively.
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Arga had arrived at his house and he was immediately presented with a view of the wife who was cooking in the kitchen.
"Honey, I came home .." said Arga then approached Dira and hugged her from behind.
"Mas, let me smell no need to hug," said Dira trying to release the winding of Arga's hand.
Instead of letting go of his embrace Arga even kissed Dira's body. "No smell you even very fragrant," said Arga increasingly stick there Dira.
"Geez, I can usually say I smell good, there I smell onion Mas," grumbled Dira while staying focused on his cooking not to be charred.
Finally Dira was finished with his cooking and then Arga released his embrace.
"We don't shower first?" tanya Dira who saw Arga was already sitting at the dining table.
"Later with you," said Arga casually.
"Basar bawdy," said Dira while spooning food for Arga.
In the middle of their meal, Arga suddenly asked about vitamins that are always in the Dira drink.
"Darling you're still taking the vitamins?" ask Arga.
Dira stopped his mouthful and looked at Arga in wonder, not usually Arga asked about the vitamins he drank.
"Oh yes it is, Why?" ask Dira.
"It looks like the vitamins are good so you still drink it, I also want to try, can you?"
"Can't" said Dira.
"Why can't you?"
"So it's a special vitamin for women, so Mas can't consume it." Dira again reasoned.
"Kok I just heard ya," said Arga.
"Udah Mas said he was going to take a bath together, quickly finish his meal," said Dira smiled flirtatiously at Arga. He deliberately distracts Arga to no longer discuss the vitamin.
"Actually what are you hiding Ra, you are scaring me .." Inner Arga. He knew that Dira deliberately switched the conversation.