Tease Om Om
Guarding Syafira.

Security officers were at the front door of the elevator. They were trying to open the elevator doors.

Instantly, the elevator doors opened, after which some people tried to forcefully open them.

“Please me!” shouted Victor.

The officers from the hospital approached. Then, Syafira immediately lifted to the push stretcher that has been provided. The girl was already unconscious with sweat soaking her body. They immediately took him to the nearest hospital.

“Syafira, survive!”

Om Victor was so worried. He walked beside the push stretcher, half running. One hand rubbed Syafira's cheek. I wish the girl could be saved.

He was silent not responding.

The girl was then taken into an ambulance. So even with Om Victor who took the ride into the emergency transportation.

Victor looked at Syafira's face. There was a feeling of regret for not buying her ice cream. The man promised. If, Syafira survived he would have bought the girl as much ice cream as he asked.

The watch on his wrist had already shown at half-eight p.m.

The man grabbed Syafira's hand. The medics, who were sitting on the other side, were installing infusions and breathing apparatus.

Although very slow, Syafira looks to have breathed. There was a weak pulse on his wrist.

After ten minutes of travel, the ambulance arrived at the hospital.

Syafira was taken to the ER. Then taken to the inpatient room.

Om Victor faithfully guarded and continued to be by his side.

It turns out that Syafira's situation is not very dangerous. He was just feeling weak from lack of oxygen. He was conscious even though his body was still feeling weak.

Victor was exhausted, only he kept his eyes on him to wait for Syafira who was currently sleeping.

The man noticed Syafira's sleeping face. Worried because suddenly Syafira's face changed as if having a nightmare. Cold sweat soaked his temples and forehead.

"Syafira," call Victor worried.

He tried to wake the girl by gently patting her right and left cheeks.

The dream came again, the nightmare that haunted Syafira's sleep. He dreamed in a dark place and kept running to call his parents. The horrible dreams always come and come again.

"Syafira," call Om Victor in a louder voice. Trying to wake him.

However, Syafira gave no response at all. It was only after Victor pulled his arm firmly that he woke up and reflexively hugged Victor's body tightly.

“Quiet Sya, I'm here.” The man returned Syafira's embrace. Gave a swipe at his back. Calm the girl.

"Let it be a dream" he persuaded, who suddenly became close to Syafira. They never hugged like that before.

"I'm afraid Om" Shafira said.

Closer and closer to Victor.

"Light be me here!" Victor rubbed Syafira's back and tried to calm her down.

"I'm afraid the horrible dreams always come and come again Om" the girl complained.

“It was just a dream Syafira!” Victor kept hugging her and tried to calm her down. There was a sense of relief, when it could be on the side when the girl needed her presence.

Slowly Syafira unravels Om Victor's embrace. He returned to his head. With his right hand he wiped the tears that drenched his cheeks.

"Don't cry" said Victor. Grabbing a handkerchief and giving it to Syafira.

“Thank you, Om!”

Victor nodded, then his palm wiped the tears that fell on Syafira's cheek. I felt the fear this girl felt.

Syafira nodded holding back tears in response.

"Sleep again!" let Victor slide the blanket over the chest of the girl. For the first time in his life. The man felt Syafira's life was so miserable.

A kara, he had nothing, and only himself was on whom the girl relied.

Syafira only complies. He also went back to sleep. The girl felt calm, the hug from the burly hand that was currently sitting beside her, truly made comfortable. Able to remove fear when the dream comes back.

Om Victor sat on the sofa, then fell asleep, because he felt exhausted. By continuing to wrap his hands over Syafira's stomach.

The girl woke up in the middle of the night. Slowly he opened his eyes to look at the whole room. Outpatient classroom president suit, there is one AC, one bed, one bathroom, refrigerator, waiting chair, TV table, wardrobe, dispenser, sofa, waiting bed, living room and a dining table set. This is his first time, Syafira was in such a luxurious hospital.

His gaze turned to the sleeping Om Victor. Then, he began to recall the incident while trapped in the elevator. Syafira breathed a sigh of relief, not expecting herself to be alive.

He looked back at Victor. Feeling happy because the man clasped his fingers. He even smiled to himself in the middle of the night in such a quiet room. I don't know what that feeling is, which is obviously Syafira is happy because Om Victor is still nearby. Form of attention to himself.

Until the morning, Syafira several times awake. Always watch the hand of the Om. He smiled when he found the man still holding his hand.

Almost six in the morning. Om Victor is awake. Before the man realized, Syafira pretended to close her eyes.

“Syafira.”

Victor called out in his soft voice. Swiping the back of Syafira's hand. Look at the girl's face. I was worried because I didn't wake up yet.

It is impossible due to the effects of the drug. Then, he decided to press the emergency button.

“Syafira,” his whisper near the ear of the girl.

Still no response.

Shortly after, a nurse arrived. He checked the situation of Syafira.

“How is it sus?” ask Victor.

“Patient, in good condition, his breathing and heartbeat are normal. Patient, just sleeping.” The woman who works as a nurse gives an explanation.

Syafira, who was still pretending to be asleep listened intently to Om Victor and the nurse's conversation. Finally, he decided to open his eyes. Yep! It's impossible to avoid Om Victor because of that man, the only human who's going to get him out of the hospital.

“Uhuk,”

Syafira pretended to cough. Open his eyes slowly, playing as much as possible. Shame to remember the last words he said before he fainted. He accidentally expressed his feelings. I hope Victor doesn't hear it.

Om Victor who was standing and feeling desperate turned around to find Syafira who was conscious. The man rushed over, again sitting next to the patient.

“Syafira.”

Om Victor called out the name, with sparkling eyes and widened lips. His heart was relieved. Shafira looked at him with clinging.

“Iya,” Syafira replied as she rubbed her throat out of thirst.

Victor swiftly took the drinking water that was on the nightstand. Give it to Syafira. “This is in a drink, just slow down.”

Shafira drank it slowly. With Victor's right hand holding the glass and his left hand tidying up Syafira's messy-looking hair, fell on his forehead.

“What do you feel now?” Victor observed every corner of Syafira's face.

The girl, put a glass of still little drinking water. Then, the two neutrals again stared fixedly at Syafira.

Victor rubbed Syafira's cheek. Feeling grateful, I could hear the voice of the woman in front of me.

He was very worried about the bad things that happened to him.

"I've improved Om, I want to go to college" Shafira pinta.

"No! today you still have to be treated, I will call to campus, so you do not need to leave today" said the man.

“But Om—,”

“No but-fireplace!”

"Okay Om,"

Syafira said she had laid her body back in the hospital bed.

And when a nurse gives you breakfast along with her medicine.

Syafira really hoped Victor would bribe her.

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