Online Ojek Driver That Turns Out to be a Ceo
Chapters 17. Love at First View

He retreated, fearing that Ghazali would hear a loud bang on his heart. All of this is in a position that is too close.

"I'm sorry, you saw my ugly face" replied Ghazali.

"Ck, again sick also still thinking look! You were so cute!" namel Zahra slowly, but still can be heard by the young man before him.

Ghazali responded with a small ruckus, he inching slowly trying to change his position, grimacing in his stomach. 'You're the only one who can make me feel good while I'm kayak gini, Ra.'

Zahra who could not bear to finally advance himself again to approach the position of the bed. He is hesitant, afraid of coming into contact with the opposite sex but pitying.

Ah, in the heavy lema.

'Ck, this is the one who called his doctor where to try!'

"Here I help. Sorry!" zahra said as she piled up pillows and held Ghazali's shoulders and arms. He held back with a little energy because the man looked limp after the pain earlier.

"I'm sorry, Ra. It's been troubling you. I am nobody to you." Ghazali stared at Zahra in front of him.

Don't ask how the two men's hearts are right now. Maybe like a bedug that is tabooed when the night is rough, timid and unpretentious. Especially when both eyes are together.

Upon realizing Zahra had regained her body, then turned around, and deliberately turned her back to Ghazali. This girl tried to take as much oxygen as possible, because she held her breath for a moment not to smell the masculine scent of the young man on the cage.

Ghazali was currently holding his own chest. 'Huh. His intention was to pretend stomach pain but, even a real pain. In addition can-can heart disease also this.'

"Is your brother better? " ask Zahra.

It turned out that he had turned around and was confused to see the patient smiling while holding his chest.

Ghazali was excited, because he was caught again thinking yes.

" I–iya. Kinda mendingan. Sorry for being a nicotine patch?" he said while rubbing his neck.

Embarrassed?

Is shame.

"Temen Abang did not go back and forth earlier. So, let me just call the doctor. All of you later I want to say goodbye," said Zahra.

With a heavy heart Ghazali let go of Zahra. He just felt like someone was worried about his situation. But the woman had to leave him. Because Ghazali has no right to detain.

It's been his destiny always in living alone, lonely, in pain.

POV Ghazal.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yeah, I believe. Because love needs visuals before it turns into debaran. Leave it to your heart and logic.

I who had just flown into the air, instantly felt slammed into the abyss. Maybe my expectations were too soon. We just met and met once. However, the meeting felt very difficult.

All my pain and disappointment over this destiny seemed to be blown away for a while, when I saw the smile and even the style of judes.

I finally let Zahra go. I don't know when I'll see him again.

Perhaps, the Power does not like me to violate ethics. This is not how it works. Have I not pledged, and am sure of all the provisions of HIM? I promised I'd be better whatever the obstacles. Including being a kara.

Because the devil is stronger than anything. What is the meaning of my faith that is still thin. Thinking about stealing an opportunity. While I've written a promise to my god. That will give the heart to the soul mate of his choice.

Stay me the languishing single is fixated staring at the ceiling of the treatment room economical class. I wish my eyes could cross the ceiling. But no matter how strong I want, all is just a false hope. Just waiting for His provisions that are good for me.

There was a sound of footsteps entering my room. I also heard the voice of Jaka who was a crybaby like a comedian Komeng was telling one of the medics. Although both eyes are closed, but my ears can still hear what is happening around.

I forced both eyes to open, because the medics came in and opened the curtains, making a noise. One-junction checks the infusion fluid whether it has run out or not, jammed or not. While the other one did a thorough examination of me.

"Said his girlfriend earlier, stomach, Mas hurt huh? If you know what part it is?" the nurse asked after checking my blood pressure. Then, he switched to inspecting my stomach with a slight press and tap. I turned my face away, as the two young nurse cheeks reddened.

Perhaps, he had never held a checkered stomach. I also became increasingly uncomfortable for him.

"I–iya a little bit, Sus, just now," I replied stuttering because I was a little nervous. How could not the nurse in front of me look at me even for a moment. She's pretty sweet and fresh. Astagfirullah! I gotta get out of here fast. It can be many sins.

"Well, we'll observe again. Wait for the lab results to come out. But ... instead of getting better after being given medicine earlier? Because everything is normal. Tension, oxygen saturation, and body temperature" the nurse explained. Still occasionally stealing glances at me. I pretended I didn't know.

"It's just, the cramps and the pain in the heart," I'm honest.

"Alright, maybe later in the afternoon will be observed again the same, doctor. Are there any other complaints?"

I'm shaking.

"If there are no more complaints, we'll excuse you." The nurse smiled sweetly at me before she passed and closed the curtain back in the room.

I grabbed a bottle of mineral water on the little nightstand next to the hospital bed. I immediately swallowed it, half. Then I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Acute ulcer disease that has long been suffered by the body, now suddenly just relapse again. Maybe because of my chaotic rest and careless diet, became one of the triggers.

I was hoping Zahra would get into the room but it turned out to be Jaka. I snorted too, making Jaka frown. He sat in a chair and did not chew anything. I am thankful that there are others who care.

I closed my eyes again. Given the face of the Muslim girl who since that meeting, there is always every strand of my prayer. The shadow is always on the edge of hope.

For some reason, the first meeting was so imprinted in the deepest room of this soul.

As if filling a vacuum that has been empty for so long.

Without me realizing that the tip of this lip had been pulled to the side, creating a thin arch, a picture of the contents of the heart and also the mind.

A unique, funny, yet warm impression.

So close to being remembered.

Creates a longing that is not since when to make a nest in the eye fertilizers.

Although this is not the first time I have experienced, falling in love with a woman. Once, a few times. Before, I understood and understood the limits and rules of my religion. That's why I call it the age of stupidity.

There is only disappointment and disappointment in me. When we expect more from humans. Everything that happens is out of the control of the heart. He went, venturing into another heart.

Since then, I have never dared to think. In fact, never again desire to fall back in love. Not afraid to get hurt again. But ... just don't want to disappoint the heart. I don't want to lose hope for the second time.

However, His destiny and provision say otherwise. Why, when meeting him, was staring into the eyes and pervading that smile. Swallowing a cold attitude, ketus and the impression of antipathy from him, it makes curious.

Why is this heart different?

Why would he betray an unwritten covenant?

Why does it weaken, just because the gaze of the eyeballs is funny and adorable when swiggling like that.

Again, I'm just a human being. I have no power or power to control this heart. Can only hope and take refuge in him. That I may no longer return to the path without divine blessing.

"Bang!" the rebuke from Jaka woke me from the reverie.

"Don't bengong aje. Tar went to RSJ."

Unfortunately, Jaka shuddered and laughed after saying that to me.

...Seriate...