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"Shut up!!" Yosi screamed loudly in the middle of the fight that was going on between Arsha and Nadia.
Those who were initially not interested in the quarrel that was going on turned their heads. They get interested in their fight.
"Nadia, don't fight anymore, Sofia's shy," Nethania whispered, pulling Nadia so she wouldn't get emotional.
Nethania was afraid that people would start to understand the cause of the fight. He didn't want to be embarrassed because of Alice's carelessness, which accidentally leaked the embarrassing incident a few weeks ago.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I just got emotional seeing your lover defending people who have hurt you," said Nadia, not wanting to be blamed for the fight this time.
"Never mind Nadia, be professional. They're a registered team, so it's only natural," Nethania was still trying to reduce Alice's emotions.
"Huh, how lucky to have managed to get your heart," said Nadia, rubbing the top of Sofia's head in admiration. Then he continued to say. "how do we go to the toilet?, I want to wash my hands to cool my head," said Nadia to Nethania.
Nethania followed Nadia before saying goodbye to Nala. On the way to the toilet, Nethania asked Nadia.
"Nadia said she wanted to cool off, but why wash her hands?" Nethania asked while looking innocently at Nadia.
Nadia, who got the innocent question, chuckled, while Nethania pouted, seeing Alice's response which actually laughed at her.
"My beautiful Nethania, there's no way I can wash my head or face to cool my head, washing my hands is enough," said Nadia.
They entered the bathroom. Nadia immediately turned on the water tap and then washed her hands many times while taking a deep breath. A few minutes later, Nadia returned her smile.
"I'll help you get it off," Nadia said, asking Nethania to hold out her hand.
With quick and practised movements, Nadia untied the rope that became the knot of Sofia's glove. Because since a few minutes ago, Nethania seemed to have a hard time taking off her gloves.
During Alice's washing up, Nethania successfully removed only the glove on her right hand.
"I'll call for a while, enjoy the cold sensation, because later you'll be sweating waiting for the jury's choice," said Nadia placing Sofia's gloves on the dry side of the sink, then took out her cell phone from the small bag she was carrying.
"Nadia, who wants to call? don't tell me Nadia bribed the jury to win?" Nethania asked, looking at Nadia warily.
"Don't be crazy, Nethania, I just want to call my girlfriend," Nadia annoyed, looking at Nethania annoyed.
Nadia stepped towards the door out of the bathroom, "I'll call outside, when you're done come straight out, I'll help you put on your gloves," Nadia said before finally closing the bathroom door.
About 5 minutes after Nadia and Nethania left, Yosi, in the waiting room, received a call. He picked up the call hesitantly because there was no contact name, which meant 50% were foreigners. But finally, he picked up the call.
"Hello?"
"Ah... you sound fine, Yosi..." said the people around in small talk.
Unfortunately, the small talk managed to scare Yosi.
"You missed my voice? ...No?" the person on the other end answered his own question because Yosi never answered.
"But they miss the sound of your sighs, how about tonight we celebrate your defeat? Hahaha... I'll be your spectator, how about?... ah, okay, since you agreed I'll pick you up tonight,"
The call ended, leaving Yosi, who looked shocked by what she had just experienced.
That voice, that voice he heard that night. Dark and painful. It really hurts.
"NO!!"
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Meggy's eyes opened slowly, trying to adjust to the light hitting her retinas. And the first sights he saw were shades of white, the sound of a heartbeat meter and the smell of medicine.
"You're in the hospital."
Yosi turned to her side, looking for the owner of the voice. Turns out it was his father. "Why didn't you tell me you were sexually harassed by 8 men?" asked the father, standing with his arms crossed over his chest.
"If I tell you will you care? No, no?! So it's no use,"
"But at least the news is not known many people like now, where do you want to put my face?!" reviled the man, angry and frustrated.
"Ah, right, you don't care about me, you only care about your reputation," Yosi chuckled sadly.
"Ah, don't talk too much, I will find a doctor to ask when you can go home," said the man, leaving Yosi alone on the banker.
A few minutes later, Yosi felt a different atmosphere. His hunch led him to look at the balcony of the room.
"I was waiting for you to wake up," came a voice from the balcony.
He couldn't see anyone on the balcony because the balcony door was made of glass, then covered with white curtains to block out glare.
"Who are you?"
"Hahaha, I can't wait to punish you baby," the voice said at the same time as someone appeared from behind the curtain screen.
Yosi couldn't see. Clearly, she could only see a black silhouette because the person turned their back to the sun that was about to set.
"What do you want, huh?" shouted Yosi, throwing at the person with what she could reach, and unfortunately to no avail because it was blocked by the window.
"To punish you, you must receive the reward for what you have done."
"No, No..." Yosi screamed, throwing the fruit in the basket on the nightstand.
"NO!! Go Away!!" Yosi screamed hysterically. She grabbed her hair while screaming.
He kept shouting 'no' and 'go' until a hug, and a whisper stopped Yosi. He is a psychiatrist, Doctor Melinda.
Is it because of the whispers conveyed by the doctor that caused Yosi to calm down, or because the doctor is a female so that she can feel safe and comfortable? Because he is a lesbian who likes other women, he decided to believe?.
But the one he was talking to was also a woman.
At least their voices weren't the same. That was what Yosi believed.
"Why are you shouting?" asked the doctor.
"Someone's talking to me, he was on the balcony earlier," said Yosi.
"That's why you threw everything in there?" the doctor asked again, calming Yosi down.
Meggy's father walked to the balcony and opened the balcony door. "There's no one here, I think you should be transferred to a mental hospital."
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To Be Continued