DOCTOR DAVIN AND SANTRI BARBAR
Chapter 50. Doctor of Love

"You're so skinny Chila" Chexil said, sitting on the edge of a king-size bed in Fazila's room. The girl who was spoken to by her sister-in-law just smiled thinly without any desire to respond to Chexil's words with sentences or just words.

"Did the pesantren eat it bad and make you tasteless?" nathan asked who was standing next to Chexil while holding his son.

Fazila just shook his head. Still reluctant to speak.

"What do you want to buy? Brother is out to buy diapers for your nephew. What can make you taste and eat a lot?"

Fazila was still shaking, faithful in silence.

Nathan took a breath.

"Well! Yes, then" said Nathan. Give up on getting Fazila to talk.

"Honey, hold our son!" nathan said as he gave his son to Chexil and Chexil reached out and grabbed his beloved son from Nathan's lap.

"Cadaver! Daddy left first, baby," Nathan said, pinching his son's arms and waving. Nathan Junior was crying when he was abandoned by Nathan.

"Cup-cup-cup!" Chexil stood up to calm his son.

"I went out first, Chila," Chexil said, leaving Fazila's room immediately after seeing the girl's nod.

Chexil comes out and turns Isyana in.

"Eat first, baby!" exclaim Isyana by carrying a bowl of chicken porridge in hand. The doctor said, Fazila there are symptoms of stomach acid so it is recommended to eat soft-soft like porridge.

Fazila just stared at Isyana without answering. Isyana did not need Fazila's answer. Inevitably Fazila must obey if he wants to be healed.

Without asking for Fazila's approval, Isyana immediately scooped up the porridge and fed it. As usual, Fazila will obey her mother. He was forced to open his mouth even though he did not feel tasteful because he did not want to get a lecture at length from the mother. In Fazila's eyes, Isyana was more fearsome than Nyai Fatimah.

"You if anything says Mama! If anyone chases you in the pesantren, let us tell the babysitter directly. Don't be quiet if you're bullied!" firmly Isyana who suspects Fazila is sick because there is an evil friend in the boarding school that makes Fazila to mind and he does not dare to complain because he is threatened. Crime is everywhere even in the pesantren environment sometimes not escape from it.

"No Ma, they're all good" said Fazila. Isyana took a long breath.

"So what makes you sick like this? Is the lesson too much?" Isyana stared fixedly at Fazila's eyes trying to find answers there. Highlight Fazila's eyes looked faint, like there was sadness stored up.

Isyana knew Fazila was not as smart as her brothers and she and the rest of the family even put Fazila in the boarding school which was clearly a harder lesson than in public school. There are additional religious lessons that are more detailed and in-depth, often even have to memorize.

"Not Ma, maybe it's time for Chila to get sick, it's her destiny. Chila used to be very rarely sick," explained Fazila did not want to make Isyana think like that. Fazila himself did not understand why he could be sick for so long like that. Fever in his body as if he did not want to leave even though there are many doctors who handle.

"But why hasn't Chila healed yet? Nyai said you've been sick for almost a month like this. Your body temperature is hot and when you go out at night after papa comes home we go to the doctor again to do lab tests," said Isyana and as usual Fazila just nodded. The girl just resigned to be taken anywhere even though she was tired of taking drugs.

"We continue to eat first" said Isyana again feed Fazila.

"I ate by myself Ma" said Fazila, with his hand reaching for the bowl in Isyana's grip.

"Let Mama who bribe, if you eat alone will not be spent. Then you continue to be forced to be hospitalized," threatened Isyana because Fazila had never wanted to be hospitalized.

He was lazy to see the man wearing the doctor uniform looking back and forth before his eyes. The shirt was reminiscent of the person who had broken her heart.

Previously, in the Fazila pesantren was installed infusion because of lack of fluids and also reduce the temperature heat in his body although it was not successful as well. At that time Fazila warned ustadzah Ana that she wanted to be treated as long as the doctor or nurse who controlled her condition was female. Ustadzah Ana and other pesantren managers also granted Fazila's request.

It did not take long Fazila also spent a bowl of porridge fed by Isyana. The middle-aged woman smiled happily to see her daughter was willing to spend the meal.

"Now take the medicine, but drink first!" Isyana held out a glass of water and Fazila immediately took a slight gulp. After that, take the medicine.

"Hey when is it coming!" greet someone at the door who even though Fazila did not turn her head in the slightest already knew who was speaking. However, he refused to return his greeting.

Tristan walked leisurely towards Fazila and her mother.

"Have you done filming Tris?" isyana asked to welcome her son with a big smile.

"Yes Ma, it's exhausting. One week Tris had almost no time to sleep" she lamented.

"Hopefully the movie you're starring in is a success, son, let your hard work pay off. When is it in the cinema?"

"Aamiin, O God. Thank you Ma. Maybe in about two weeks it will be shown simultaneously in cinemas all over Indonesia."

Isyana patted Tristan's shoulders proud of her son's achievements.

"Mama hopes Mama's children are successful all the way forward" said Isyana responded to a nod by Tristan.

FaziHe immediately put his body on the bed. He did not want to mingle at all in that small talk.

He was not unhappy to see Tristan's increasingly famous and successful achievements in the world of artistry, but lazy to see Tristan's face considering that time Tristan did not want to help him.

Seeing Fazila lay her body on the bed Tristan turned to look towards her younger sister.

"Say you're sick, what's sick?" tristan asked while fumbling Fazila's forehead. However, Fazila brushed off Tristan's hand. He did not want to be touched by a brother who did not care about him, Fazila thought.

"It's so hot, it's been taken to the doctor, Ma?" ask Tristan who recently never came home. He lived in an apartment that Nathan used to live in early marriage to Chexil because it was close to his workplace.

"Have Tris, 3 days ago she just checked and until now yes still like this. In fact, when in the pesantren have been taken several times by the caretaker there."

"Cck, weird."

"The plan will be when papa comes home to check blood afraid of dengue fever."

"Indeed the symptoms are like that Ma?"

"No, but who knows, because I don't understand your brother's condition. Confused Mama, at first Mama thought typhoid, but the doctor said no. I don't know."

Tristan immediately stared intensely at Fazila's face and Fazila himself immediately looked away.

"Why? Same overall Brother?" tristan asked and chased after Fazila's face until the man could look back at his sister's face. Fazila frowned and pulled the blanket over her face.

"Yes, there was a client who called" said Isyana and walked out of the room.

Tristan pulled the blanket until it made Fazila frown.

"Looks like you need a specialist, not an ordinary doctor" Tristan whispered in Fazila's ear with a grin.

Fazila's eyes widened.

"You need a doctor of love" Tristan continued, playing with his eyes. Fazila directly pushed the rough body of Tristan.

"Dragon!" fazila shouted with a furious expression.

Tristan was just laughing.

"Ih, shitty!" ketus Fazila with sharp eyes.

"Wait on! I'll pick up the cure" Tristan said then passed out of the room.

"Bang Tris's base! You won't find a cure, there's no cure. The cure's been taken by someone else" Fazila muttered after Tristan's back disappeared behind the door.

"It is better to die than to live like this" lamented Fazila as she looked towards her thin, dry-looking body, like grass lacking water.

Seriate.