Ok… I felt this fic getting a little bit too OOC. So this is the last chapter. As always I hope you’ll enjoy :)
Love.
‘So?” Wilson began.
‘So? What?’ House sighed walking to the sofa.
‘You talked?’ He asked curiously ‘ because wandering around the city for 5 hours is quite of sacrifice, anda know’
‘Yea… thanks for that, we… cleared a few things’
‘So are anda together?’ Wilson shrieked like a fangirl.
‘Jeeez, Wilson, you’re worse than nurses in our hospital… wait.. anda are still an oncologist, right?!’ he added trying to act serious.
‘So?’
‘To many so’s today Wilson. I’ll try to make it clear: we are not together, but we will be, eventually’ he added with a smile.
‘Good’
‘Great’
“Goodnight House’
‘Night Wilson’
And with that Wilson went to wash himself grinning like an idiot and thinking about the victims of House and Cuddy’s Cinta fights.
‘The hospital will be burnt alive’ he chuckled at the thought and stepped into the pancuran, pancuran mandian and began to hum his kegemaran songs using showerhead as a microphone.
Meanwhile House went to his room, changed into pyjamas, wondering if he should sejak a dictaphone to be able to sabotage Wilson if needed. He was only in his pants when he heard his phone ringing.
‘Yeah?’ he answered putting on his t-shirt
‘Hey…I’m just, calling to ask…do anda want to come over for breakfast tomorrow?’
He smiled hearing her
‘Now… that’s getting a little bit cheesy’ he smirked and heard her hold her breath ‘ but sure, yeah, why not’ she let out a breath and smiled. He put down his phone and walked to the living room when he met Wilson.
‘You know that water from the pancuran, pancuran mandian isn’t loud enough to jem you, right?
‘An anda sing while anda pee, so?’
‘ooooh anda sneaky little..’ House laughed.
They both went to beds and lied for some time not being able to fall asleep. House thinking about the change in his life, while Wilson, well, he as well was thinking about House’s change, but although he was really happy for his friend he couldn’t believe Greg could change THAT much. There must be something lebih to it, but he’ll try to figure it out the seterusnya day. He shifted and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The morning welcomed Wilson to alarming silence. He dragged himself to House’s bedroom only to find it empty. He checked the bathroom as well as the dapur – empty. He quickly reached for the phone and dialed Cuddy’s number.
‘Cuddy! House’s gone!‘He shouted to the phone. He heard a short silence on the other side, before he heard her cover the phone with her hand and screaming
‘HOUSE! ‘
‘Don’t worry Wilson, he’s fine, and before anda ask he’s over for breakfast, if anda want to come better hurry, he’s made delicious sandwiches.’
‘You’re using him’ Wilson joked
‘You bet’ Cuddy chuckled on the other side
‘Enjoy your morning’ Wilson ended his call.
Just as Cuddy finished talking House limped over to her
‘Why.didn’t.you.tell.Wilson?’ She mumbled between kisses that House’s be planting all over her lips and neck, not being able to be mad at him at that moment.
‘He’d be suspicious’ House smiled.
‘Riiight’ she laughed ‘Like he’s not now’
*Flashback*
Cuddy put on her jubah as she heard a doorbell.
‘Hi’ She berkata shyly
‘Hey’ he eyed her smirking when he noticed she had very little under the robe.
‘C’mon in’ she invited him and went to the dapur ‘What do anda want to eat?’ She asked
‘I’ll make it, unless anda want to help’ he offered
‘sure’ she rolled up her sleeves.
After making the breakfast both of them sat sejak the table.
‘wait’ House berkata and quickly limped out of the room. When he got back, Cuddy couldn’t help but laugh. He changed into his pyjamas and he put on a robe.
‘What?’ he chuckled
‘This is just to cute. You’re really a different person’ she invited him to the table
‘Take it atau leave it’
‘Definitively taking it’ she laughed and bit her sandwich. They ate slowly, chewing every bite, House talking about Mayfield, crazy situations, and how he ‘got broken’, their legs “accidentally” brushing each others making a wave of heat pass through both of their bodies. A pleasurable tension building between them.
When they finished Lisa put the dishes into the washer and joined Greg sitting on the sofa, kerusi panjang and insecurely snuggled into him, he encouraged her sejak putting a hand on her hips.
‘You know anda have to go to work within 50 minit and you’re not even dressed’
‘An surprisingly it’s anda who’s saying that’ She looked him in the eye, her eyes slowly drifting to his lips and back to his blue, piercing eyes. He looked at her questioningly, hoping she’d make the seterusnya move.
She placed her hand on his chest, and painfully slowly brought her lips to his, they touched gently and lingered without movement. He gently licked her bottom lip and parted them, starting to Ciuman her a little bit lebih passionately, he brought his hand to her face as she lied on him. His other hand supporting them. The Ciuman was broken for a few saat to regain the air, and soon their lips collided again.
Their makeout session continued as they heard the phone ringing
‘Wait..I’ll gwet it’ she mumbled into his mouth.
‘It’s Wilson’ she told him when she noticed the number.
House left the room and went to the bathroom. Soon he heard her shout his name.
*end flashback*
‘So, are we going?’ He nodded to the door.
‘Yeah, sure’ She put on her kot and took the keys.
After closing the door, she felt his fingers interwine with hers. They walked hand in hand to their future. Together.
THE END
Love.
‘So?” Wilson began.
‘So? What?’ House sighed walking to the sofa.
‘You talked?’ He asked curiously ‘ because wandering around the city for 5 hours is quite of sacrifice, anda know’
‘Yea… thanks for that, we… cleared a few things’
‘So are anda together?’ Wilson shrieked like a fangirl.
‘Jeeez, Wilson, you’re worse than nurses in our hospital… wait.. anda are still an oncologist, right?!’ he added trying to act serious.
‘So?’
‘To many so’s today Wilson. I’ll try to make it clear: we are not together, but we will be, eventually’ he added with a smile.
‘Good’
‘Great’
“Goodnight House’
‘Night Wilson’
And with that Wilson went to wash himself grinning like an idiot and thinking about the victims of House and Cuddy’s Cinta fights.
‘The hospital will be burnt alive’ he chuckled at the thought and stepped into the pancuran, pancuran mandian and began to hum his kegemaran songs using showerhead as a microphone.
Meanwhile House went to his room, changed into pyjamas, wondering if he should sejak a dictaphone to be able to sabotage Wilson if needed. He was only in his pants when he heard his phone ringing.
‘Yeah?’ he answered putting on his t-shirt
‘Hey…I’m just, calling to ask…do anda want to come over for breakfast tomorrow?’
He smiled hearing her
‘Now… that’s getting a little bit cheesy’ he smirked and heard her hold her breath ‘ but sure, yeah, why not’ she let out a breath and smiled. He put down his phone and walked to the living room when he met Wilson.
‘You know that water from the pancuran, pancuran mandian isn’t loud enough to jem you, right?
‘An anda sing while anda pee, so?’
‘ooooh anda sneaky little..’ House laughed.
They both went to beds and lied for some time not being able to fall asleep. House thinking about the change in his life, while Wilson, well, he as well was thinking about House’s change, but although he was really happy for his friend he couldn’t believe Greg could change THAT much. There must be something lebih to it, but he’ll try to figure it out the seterusnya day. He shifted and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The morning welcomed Wilson to alarming silence. He dragged himself to House’s bedroom only to find it empty. He checked the bathroom as well as the dapur – empty. He quickly reached for the phone and dialed Cuddy’s number.
‘Cuddy! House’s gone!‘He shouted to the phone. He heard a short silence on the other side, before he heard her cover the phone with her hand and screaming
‘HOUSE! ‘
‘Don’t worry Wilson, he’s fine, and before anda ask he’s over for breakfast, if anda want to come better hurry, he’s made delicious sandwiches.’
‘You’re using him’ Wilson joked
‘You bet’ Cuddy chuckled on the other side
‘Enjoy your morning’ Wilson ended his call.
Just as Cuddy finished talking House limped over to her
‘Why.didn’t.you.tell.Wilson?’ She mumbled between kisses that House’s be planting all over her lips and neck, not being able to be mad at him at that moment.
‘He’d be suspicious’ House smiled.
‘Riiight’ she laughed ‘Like he’s not now’
*Flashback*
Cuddy put on her jubah as she heard a doorbell.
‘Hi’ She berkata shyly
‘Hey’ he eyed her smirking when he noticed she had very little under the robe.
‘C’mon in’ she invited him and went to the dapur ‘What do anda want to eat?’ She asked
‘I’ll make it, unless anda want to help’ he offered
‘sure’ she rolled up her sleeves.
After making the breakfast both of them sat sejak the table.
‘wait’ House berkata and quickly limped out of the room. When he got back, Cuddy couldn’t help but laugh. He changed into his pyjamas and he put on a robe.
‘What?’ he chuckled
‘This is just to cute. You’re really a different person’ she invited him to the table
‘Take it atau leave it’
‘Definitively taking it’ she laughed and bit her sandwich. They ate slowly, chewing every bite, House talking about Mayfield, crazy situations, and how he ‘got broken’, their legs “accidentally” brushing each others making a wave of heat pass through both of their bodies. A pleasurable tension building between them.
When they finished Lisa put the dishes into the washer and joined Greg sitting on the sofa, kerusi panjang and insecurely snuggled into him, he encouraged her sejak putting a hand on her hips.
‘You know anda have to go to work within 50 minit and you’re not even dressed’
‘An surprisingly it’s anda who’s saying that’ She looked him in the eye, her eyes slowly drifting to his lips and back to his blue, piercing eyes. He looked at her questioningly, hoping she’d make the seterusnya move.
She placed her hand on his chest, and painfully slowly brought her lips to his, they touched gently and lingered without movement. He gently licked her bottom lip and parted them, starting to Ciuman her a little bit lebih passionately, he brought his hand to her face as she lied on him. His other hand supporting them. The Ciuman was broken for a few saat to regain the air, and soon their lips collided again.
Their makeout session continued as they heard the phone ringing
‘Wait..I’ll gwet it’ she mumbled into his mouth.
‘It’s Wilson’ she told him when she noticed the number.
House left the room and went to the bathroom. Soon he heard her shout his name.
*end flashback*
‘So, are we going?’ He nodded to the door.
‘Yeah, sure’ She put on her kot and took the keys.
After closing the door, she felt his fingers interwine with hers. They walked hand in hand to their future. Together.
THE END
When does Cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? Cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what Cinta was and not what it has been made into today sejak commercialisation from American Filem and Televisyen commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Cinta for real, can we komen and judge others who are in Love. Cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Cinta is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.