PRETTY NURSE

Damian felt a little relieved and better off listening to sister liemey talk. He seemed so cheerful and his two neutrons sparkled when he spoke. Transmitting happiness to those around him. Sister liemey, apart from being cute, turns out she has extensive insight. And also wise.

"You're only twenty-five years old, but you're old enough."

"I'm getting along, Sir."

"Please, call me for everything. No, Mr."

"Well, I'm a father of three, aren't I?"

"It's not his third son, mey."

Liemey just laughed, "well, I'll call you mas damian."

"HMM, could you call me nurse mey?"

Damian and liemey all turned their heads, and found Hera standing at the door.

"I can't hear a doctor who sounds like he's got the science of lightening his body," says liemey.

"You won't hear it if you laugh like that. Damian, you feeling all right? How about now?" asked herawati as she approached.

Damian smiled, "Alhamdulillah, it's a little better, mommy. Only my hands still feel numb and numb."