The Charm of The Twins
25 Two Conditions In Two Different Places

Doctor Gede looks flabbergasted. He quickly picked up Pen Light lying on the floor. Ayra glanced at Bram. While Qiya raised her pupils because she knew her father's intention of teasing the doctor. Bram put on his cold face.

"I'm sorry doctor Qiya. Get enough rest. Drink lots of water, doc. Well, excuse me. If there is any complaint other than a feeling of heat in the throat please tell the nurse" said doctor Gede at a glance staring at the face that makes his heart back hurt but also hope if the woman is Mayang. But he realized the young doctor was not Mayang.

Brand personality is very different. Just plump eyelashes, tiny lips and smiley type that's when they start to look like twins. Although actually if the hijab is open, Qiya's face is actually much prettier than the former fiancee doctor Gede.

The doctor bowed his head to Bram and Ayra to excuse him. The nurse who was behind Dr. Gede also remembered as if remembering something.

"That's doctor Isip's father, and I'm not a stranger?" His mind was trailing behind Gede's doctor.

After the doctor's departure. Bram opened the paperbag he had brought with Ayra earlier. He knew if two pairs of eyes asked for an explanation for his deheman earlier.

"Papa was feeling rivaled by the doctor earlier?" Ayra asked as she looked at Bram's back who was walking towards the table.

"No. But the doctor was staring at the woman he had not yet seen. And my daughter is either too innocent or she is immature to ever be able to distinguish a man's gaze from her as a casual or liking gaze." Say Bram while removing melon.

He said that because when he first met Hilman. It was he who first told Ayra that the man liked their daughter. Like the feeling of a father is so strong.

Bram peeling melons for Qiya. One of his daughter's favorite fruits since childhood. When he finished peeling it small he fed the fruit towards the mouth of the princess.

"Yes...." Bram said to the child.

"He's my guidance physician Pa." Said Qiya before accepting the fruit's mouthful into her mouth.

"You want a guide, you want a friend, or someone else. He was a man, and Papa was a more experienced man than the doctor. His gaze from the first check your infusion hose was already seen his heart is not good. Lest he likes you long enough then he can be so nervous earlier." Said Bram while feeding melon slices to Ayra who just smiled from earlier listening to the opinion of the husband.

"Learning from yesterday's incident, Papa will not leave the decision to accept a man's proposal for you to you. But he's got to see Papa first. Papa's permission first. Yesterday's incident was enough to make Papa's daughter hurt. Not a second time." Bram said with emphasis.

"Mas.... " Ayra played her eyeballs as she glanced at her daughter.

"Calm Ayra... Your daughter is not a weak woman who would cry just for not marrying a loser like Hilman. Rest assured Papa will be so selective in choosing your partner. And this Papa's daughter continues to guard the heart. Do not fall in love before marriage. Because Love comes at the right time and the right person will make you happy dear." Said Bram still turns to feed his wife and child.

"Why are you being so protective?" Qiya protested as she did not accept the last mouthful of melons.

"Because.... Papa does not want Papa's children to be hurt again because Papa is too much for you for your future. It hurts Qiy. Sick when you're hurt." Bram's voice and breath was heavy because he only approved and supported Ibrahim's decision to take the selection test of the intelligence school.

When the second child began to look better than this morning when it was besuk Ayra and Bram. A figure of the body that was lying on a bed and seen some of his limbs wrapped in bandages. Several medical devices were also attached to his body. When he opened both his eyes. He can't remember anything. He looked at the ceiling of the room. Even to look at him he was unable to. He can only move his fingers.

There was a dry feeling in his throat. Suddenly a long-haired woman appeared with a not-so-young age. He handed a bottle of drink to the man. Just a few sips of the man enjoying the fresh water. The bottle was pulled by the woman.

"My.... Huh-w...." Said the man softly.

"Hhhh... At least you're lucky to still be able to breathe. I'm sorry I couldn't help you more. Someone's been watching us through a camera." Said the woman with lip movements without any sound produced.

Surprisingly the man could understand as if he heard what the woman said just looking at the movement of her lips. The woman still looked at him with a cold look. He pressed the red button on the man's side.

Before long appeared some men and women who look like doctors and nurses but they do not wear suits in general nurses or doctors. A man checked the device attached to the man and checked his pulse as well as the man's pupils.

"What do you feel?" Ask the man who checked it.

"Sa-kits. Pain all my body. My head... Also... It hurts..." Said the man lying down quietly.

"alright... We'll check on you later." Said the doctor.

But a sentence was slipping from the man's lips. Stopped the step of the doctor who had half turned around to leave the room.

"W-what am I? Where's me?" Ask slowly and softly.

The first middle-aged woman met him while he slept long enough. Almost a month. Looking at the man in disbelief.

But none of them answered the poor man's question. He was back alone in the room. A room that is transformed into a patient room by the owner of the house. The man was only able to stare at the ceiling and endure his thirst. Many times he tried to swallow the remnants of water or saliva so that his throat did not feel dry.

"Who am I? Where'sme? And what's with me...." The man's inner.

When he closed his eyes for a moment he felt pain instead of playing. Even some portraits of events that he did not understand what, who and where. But the more he tried to remember what happened the more his head hurt. Her curiosity made her feel even more hurt.

"Aaaahs.... Ahhe... Astaghfirullahalazhim...." Many times the man endured the pain by saying Istighfar.

But his curiosity remembered piece by piece the scene in his memory. He actually ended up closing his eyes again because he fainted due to enduring the pain in his head.