They remain in silence thinking about this strange situation and how they feel being just a few inches apart. House falls asleep first but she can’t and stays awake for a while more, until House, unconsciously, turns and puts his hand gently on her waist. Then she opens her eyes, but she smiles and finally falls asleep, too.
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Step one completed, they’ve spent the night in the same katil and nothing has happened. When House wakes up, he looks at her sleeping and thinks “Ahh... too good to let go.” He gets up, draw back the courtains and shout. ‘Good morning, sunshine!!!’
‘Oh God... Draw the courtains again!’
‘Come on Cuddy, we’re in Italy! We got to go out and explore the Italian world!!’
She still is sleepy. ‘Okay, okay, just let me have a shower.’ She takes her clothes with her and gets into the bathroom. ‘Don’t enter.’
‘With that “don’t enter” anda mean “enter”? I don’t know how to deal with women!’
‘No, “don’t enter” actually means exactly do NOT enter while I’m in the shower.’
‘Oh damn! I had the little hope of... Okay, I’ll wait for you.’
After some minutes, when she finishes, he gets into the bathroom. ‘It’s my turn now, DON’T ENTER! But this “don’t enter” is a false one!’ House winks at her.
‘Keep dreaming... I’m not gonna come in unless you’re dying, and it’s better for anda if don’t try.’
‘Okay... you’ll miss it out!’
Cuddy dries her hair with the towel while House is in the pancuran, pancuran mandian singing. ‘♪This is the story of Minnie the Moocher ♫’ Cuddy lies on the katil waiting. ‘♪ She was red hot hoochie-koocher, She was the roughest, toughest frail, but Minnie had a hati, tengah-tengah as biiiig as whaleeeeee ♫’ Cuddy stands up and leans against the wall. House opens the door and look at both sides without going out.
‘Are anda ready?’
‘I forgot to take my clothes with me. Get out of here!’
‘Oh God, you’re worse than women...’ Cuddy looks at the ceiling and goes to the balcony. House shouts from the bedroom.
‘I just don’t wanna frighten you!’
‘I don’t think anda have anything that can scare me!’
‘Of course I have!’ When House finally get dressed and is ready, he goes to the balcony with her, and Cuddy sniffs him.
'You smell very well’
‘Thank you, this makes women feel drawn towards me.’
‘Be carefull, Italian men get off with everybody.’ Cuddy winks.
‘I-I think I'd better stay here in our bedroom d-during our stay!!’
‘Don’t be silly. Let’s go to Trevi Fountain.’
‘Okay... I'll try not to be too sexy, which is almost impossible but...’
She rolls her eyes and touches his shoulder. ‘I’m dying to see anda with an Italian guy holding your arm...’
Some time later, they arrive to Trevi’s Fountain. The square is not very big and there are many tourist. They come closer to the fountain, which is full of coins, and stare at it.
‘Are anda gonna throw any coin?’
House looks at her. ‘You don’t pay me enough, and I don’t wanna stay out of money.’ Cuddy sighs and takes out of her dompet, beg tangan one atau two coins.
House asks her ‘How many are anda throwing?’
‘One coin anda will return to Rome, two coins will lead to a new romance... and three will ensure either a marriage atau divorce. It gives anda good luck to throw the coins with one's right hand over one's left shoulder.’
‘Hmm... how many coins do I have to throw to go to katil with you??’
Cuddy laughs. ‘The way anda want; coins, notes, alcohol and a miracle.’
‘Ouch!’ He takes out four coins of his pocket and throws them.
‘Four? What does that mean?’
‘I don’t know, I feel generous.’
They stay around the mata air, air pancut for a while when an Italian approaches to them. ‘Coppia! Want a picture with the Fontana di Trevi?’
‘Coppia, he’s funny.’
‘We’re not a coppia, I’m his boss... anda want a souvenir photo, House?’ He nods and get closer to her so the Italian can take the picture, but just a saat before he does it, House touches Cuddy’s bottom and shows his tongue to the camera.
‘God! anda can’t stop being a child even to take a picture, can you?’
When they pay to the Italian for the souvenir photo, they look at it and House mocks at her. ‘Yes, it’s perfect! What an awesome souvenir! I’m just amazed!’
‘Yeah, I think I should frame it and make copies to hang them around the hospital.’
‘Hey you, that sounds great!’
‘Don’t even think about it!’
They spend some lebih time walking around there until House needs to rest his leg for a while and they sit down.
‘Do anda remember our trip when we were at college?’
‘I used to drink too much, refresh my memory.’
‘We were in France, I was happy with William Lowe, my boyfriend and he broke up with me because of you...sounds familiar?’ House looks at her surprised.
‘My fault?? It wasn't my fault that anda were in Cinta with me...’
‘Excuse me? It was your fault that he believed I was having an affair with you...’
House smiles and shakes his head from side to side ‘Sorry it wasn't my fault if anda gave that impression but... he should have understood that... I was sexier than him.’
‘Okay, he wasn’t a sex symbol, but he was a good guy.’
‘But anda don’t like good guys, do you?’
She stutters. ‘I-I d-don't have very good taste when it comes to men. I'm not very lucky in this area, anda know?’ House chuckles and listens to her.
‘What happened with William finally? I mean, after anda both perpecahan, berpecah up.’
‘I don’t know. We didn’t talked very much after that, I think he’s working in Chicago...’
‘As a clown, maybe?’
‘As a doctor, but anda two could work as clowns.’
‘Me? As a clown? Maybe as a humorist...’ They stay there for a little while more, Cuddy looks at the sky and House plays with his cane. ‘But now that we're talking about it, I also remember that anda were very close to me in that trip... Okay it might have been my fault that your ex-boyfriend thought we had an affair but, anyway, anda almost spent the whole hari with me...’
‘Uh... well, yes... was it bad? At that moment I didn’t know if I wanted to kill anda or... I don’t know.’
House turns his head to look at her. ‘To kill me or...?’
‘The other thing anda always wanted to happen... Forget it...’ House remains smiling to himself and a few minit later he stands up.
‘I think our tight schedule says it’s time to eat something, boss. Oh, what an efficient employee I am!’
‘And problematic. In every way.’
‘It compensates for all the great results anda obtain with me.’
Cuddy rises her eyes. ‘Not as much as I would like... Professionally I mean.’
‘You mean anda don’t get the personal results anda would like to get?’
‘I haven’t talked about personal results. Actually, nobody gets personal results from you, and I’m not the difference.’ House looks at her in silence and starts walking to go to a restaurant. Cuddy walks after him. ‘How’s your leg? Does it hurt these days?’
‘I’ve been walking lebih than usual, but this is something my dear vicodin can solve.’
‘Walking is good for it, and we’ve spent less than two days in Italy...’
House stops walking. ‘I wish anda could feel what I feel. Give thanks 'cause anda don't have to be me, anda can't imagine how difficult is to stand this bloody situation hari after day...’
Cuddy stares at him and sighs. ‘I’m sorry... Actually...I will always feel partly guilty of all the pain anda have to feel; but if we wouldn't have done the surgery, anda might not be here right now.’
‘I don't know what is worse...’
‘You're an idiot. How can anda think that if anda weren't here everything would be better?’ She stops talking and their eyes meet. ‘I want anda to be here.’
‘You want me to be here?? Please Cuddy... Do anda have any hormone problem atau something??’
‘Hey hei hey! I'd rather have my Friends alive than dead, that's all.’
House nods and they get to a pizzeria near the Fount.
Maybe it hasn't been such a good idea that they travel together. They are opening up to each other lebih than usual, and for the first time in a long time, the protective armor that they built is getting weaker. After having lunch, they decide to go to Piazza di Spagna for a walk, They are sitting on a bench, and an Italian guy stares at them from afar; well actually he stares at House lebih than Cuddy. They realize this fact.
‘Oh my God! Does he look gay?’
‘Hmm bisexual if you’re lucky...’
‘Fuck! Is there a way out for me?’
‘Don’t think so... He’s coming! If anda want I can go a give anda a bit lebih privacy...’
She laughs and House stares at her angrily. ‘Go to hell Cuddy! Let’s get out of here...’
‘No! This is gonna be fun!’
‘Fun?? See anda in the hotel...’ House stands up as fast as he can and the Italian gay is getting closer and closer. Cuddy stands up after him and grab his arm. Then she turns to the Italian.
‘I’m sorry, he is not gay. He is really really manly.’ The guy clicks his tongue, turns round and goes away. House is surprised sejak what she's just done.
‘This is... He was gonna... Thank you.’
It starts getting late and they go walking towards the hotel. ‘Why did anda buy tickets to Rome? Rome is a “romantic city”, anda thought I had some kind of “lover” to bring here?’ Cuddy asks.
‘Hmm, I don’t know... As far as I knew, anda had never been to Rome, and... and I thought anda would like it.’
‘Yes, I like it very much.’
‘But remember our deal! Nothing about sexual interest on me!’
Cuddy chuckles. ‘Are anda high? I told anda not to take too much vicodin.’
To be continued...
Irene3691 ~ SandraCH91 ~ diego27rg
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Step one completed, they’ve spent the night in the same katil and nothing has happened. When House wakes up, he looks at her sleeping and thinks “Ahh... too good to let go.” He gets up, draw back the courtains and shout. ‘Good morning, sunshine!!!’
‘Oh God... Draw the courtains again!’
‘Come on Cuddy, we’re in Italy! We got to go out and explore the Italian world!!’
She still is sleepy. ‘Okay, okay, just let me have a shower.’ She takes her clothes with her and gets into the bathroom. ‘Don’t enter.’
‘With that “don’t enter” anda mean “enter”? I don’t know how to deal with women!’
‘No, “don’t enter” actually means exactly do NOT enter while I’m in the shower.’
‘Oh damn! I had the little hope of... Okay, I’ll wait for you.’
After some minutes, when she finishes, he gets into the bathroom. ‘It’s my turn now, DON’T ENTER! But this “don’t enter” is a false one!’ House winks at her.
‘Keep dreaming... I’m not gonna come in unless you’re dying, and it’s better for anda if don’t try.’
‘Okay... you’ll miss it out!’
Cuddy dries her hair with the towel while House is in the pancuran, pancuran mandian singing. ‘♪This is the story of Minnie the Moocher ♫’ Cuddy lies on the katil waiting. ‘♪ She was red hot hoochie-koocher, She was the roughest, toughest frail, but Minnie had a hati, tengah-tengah as biiiig as whaleeeeee ♫’ Cuddy stands up and leans against the wall. House opens the door and look at both sides without going out.
‘Are anda ready?’
‘I forgot to take my clothes with me. Get out of here!’
‘Oh God, you’re worse than women...’ Cuddy looks at the ceiling and goes to the balcony. House shouts from the bedroom.
‘I just don’t wanna frighten you!’
‘I don’t think anda have anything that can scare me!’
‘Of course I have!’ When House finally get dressed and is ready, he goes to the balcony with her, and Cuddy sniffs him.
'You smell very well’
‘Thank you, this makes women feel drawn towards me.’
‘Be carefull, Italian men get off with everybody.’ Cuddy winks.
‘I-I think I'd better stay here in our bedroom d-during our stay!!’
‘Don’t be silly. Let’s go to Trevi Fountain.’
‘Okay... I'll try not to be too sexy, which is almost impossible but...’
She rolls her eyes and touches his shoulder. ‘I’m dying to see anda with an Italian guy holding your arm...’
Some time later, they arrive to Trevi’s Fountain. The square is not very big and there are many tourist. They come closer to the fountain, which is full of coins, and stare at it.
‘Are anda gonna throw any coin?’
House looks at her. ‘You don’t pay me enough, and I don’t wanna stay out of money.’ Cuddy sighs and takes out of her dompet, beg tangan one atau two coins.
House asks her ‘How many are anda throwing?’
‘One coin anda will return to Rome, two coins will lead to a new romance... and three will ensure either a marriage atau divorce. It gives anda good luck to throw the coins with one's right hand over one's left shoulder.’
‘Hmm... how many coins do I have to throw to go to katil with you??’
Cuddy laughs. ‘The way anda want; coins, notes, alcohol and a miracle.’
‘Ouch!’ He takes out four coins of his pocket and throws them.
‘Four? What does that mean?’
‘I don’t know, I feel generous.’
They stay around the mata air, air pancut for a while when an Italian approaches to them. ‘Coppia! Want a picture with the Fontana di Trevi?’
‘Coppia, he’s funny.’
‘We’re not a coppia, I’m his boss... anda want a souvenir photo, House?’ He nods and get closer to her so the Italian can take the picture, but just a saat before he does it, House touches Cuddy’s bottom and shows his tongue to the camera.
‘God! anda can’t stop being a child even to take a picture, can you?’
When they pay to the Italian for the souvenir photo, they look at it and House mocks at her. ‘Yes, it’s perfect! What an awesome souvenir! I’m just amazed!’
‘Yeah, I think I should frame it and make copies to hang them around the hospital.’
‘Hey you, that sounds great!’
‘Don’t even think about it!’
They spend some lebih time walking around there until House needs to rest his leg for a while and they sit down.
‘Do anda remember our trip when we were at college?’
‘I used to drink too much, refresh my memory.’
‘We were in France, I was happy with William Lowe, my boyfriend and he broke up with me because of you...sounds familiar?’ House looks at her surprised.
‘My fault?? It wasn't my fault that anda were in Cinta with me...’
‘Excuse me? It was your fault that he believed I was having an affair with you...’
House smiles and shakes his head from side to side ‘Sorry it wasn't my fault if anda gave that impression but... he should have understood that... I was sexier than him.’
‘Okay, he wasn’t a sex symbol, but he was a good guy.’
‘But anda don’t like good guys, do you?’
She stutters. ‘I-I d-don't have very good taste when it comes to men. I'm not very lucky in this area, anda know?’ House chuckles and listens to her.
‘What happened with William finally? I mean, after anda both perpecahan, berpecah up.’
‘I don’t know. We didn’t talked very much after that, I think he’s working in Chicago...’
‘As a clown, maybe?’
‘As a doctor, but anda two could work as clowns.’
‘Me? As a clown? Maybe as a humorist...’ They stay there for a little while more, Cuddy looks at the sky and House plays with his cane. ‘But now that we're talking about it, I also remember that anda were very close to me in that trip... Okay it might have been my fault that your ex-boyfriend thought we had an affair but, anyway, anda almost spent the whole hari with me...’
‘Uh... well, yes... was it bad? At that moment I didn’t know if I wanted to kill anda or... I don’t know.’
House turns his head to look at her. ‘To kill me or...?’
‘The other thing anda always wanted to happen... Forget it...’ House remains smiling to himself and a few minit later he stands up.
‘I think our tight schedule says it’s time to eat something, boss. Oh, what an efficient employee I am!’
‘And problematic. In every way.’
‘It compensates for all the great results anda obtain with me.’
Cuddy rises her eyes. ‘Not as much as I would like... Professionally I mean.’
‘You mean anda don’t get the personal results anda would like to get?’
‘I haven’t talked about personal results. Actually, nobody gets personal results from you, and I’m not the difference.’ House looks at her in silence and starts walking to go to a restaurant. Cuddy walks after him. ‘How’s your leg? Does it hurt these days?’
‘I’ve been walking lebih than usual, but this is something my dear vicodin can solve.’
‘Walking is good for it, and we’ve spent less than two days in Italy...’
House stops walking. ‘I wish anda could feel what I feel. Give thanks 'cause anda don't have to be me, anda can't imagine how difficult is to stand this bloody situation hari after day...’
Cuddy stares at him and sighs. ‘I’m sorry... Actually...I will always feel partly guilty of all the pain anda have to feel; but if we wouldn't have done the surgery, anda might not be here right now.’
‘I don't know what is worse...’
‘You're an idiot. How can anda think that if anda weren't here everything would be better?’ She stops talking and their eyes meet. ‘I want anda to be here.’
‘You want me to be here?? Please Cuddy... Do anda have any hormone problem atau something??’
‘Hey hei hey! I'd rather have my Friends alive than dead, that's all.’
House nods and they get to a pizzeria near the Fount.
Maybe it hasn't been such a good idea that they travel together. They are opening up to each other lebih than usual, and for the first time in a long time, the protective armor that they built is getting weaker. After having lunch, they decide to go to Piazza di Spagna for a walk, They are sitting on a bench, and an Italian guy stares at them from afar; well actually he stares at House lebih than Cuddy. They realize this fact.
‘Oh my God! Does he look gay?’
‘Hmm bisexual if you’re lucky...’
‘Fuck! Is there a way out for me?’
‘Don’t think so... He’s coming! If anda want I can go a give anda a bit lebih privacy...’
She laughs and House stares at her angrily. ‘Go to hell Cuddy! Let’s get out of here...’
‘No! This is gonna be fun!’
‘Fun?? See anda in the hotel...’ House stands up as fast as he can and the Italian gay is getting closer and closer. Cuddy stands up after him and grab his arm. Then she turns to the Italian.
‘I’m sorry, he is not gay. He is really really manly.’ The guy clicks his tongue, turns round and goes away. House is surprised sejak what she's just done.
‘This is... He was gonna... Thank you.’
It starts getting late and they go walking towards the hotel. ‘Why did anda buy tickets to Rome? Rome is a “romantic city”, anda thought I had some kind of “lover” to bring here?’ Cuddy asks.
‘Hmm, I don’t know... As far as I knew, anda had never been to Rome, and... and I thought anda would like it.’
‘Yes, I like it very much.’
‘But remember our deal! Nothing about sexual interest on me!’
Cuddy chuckles. ‘Are anda high? I told anda not to take too much vicodin.’
To be continued...
Irene3691 ~ SandraCH91 ~ diego27rg
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.
“WTF? Since when did she get here???”
