House went back to his office. He looked at the pile of papers on his desk. junk, sarap mail. He looked at his watch. He had 2 minit before he started the rest of his clinic duty. He, once again, got up and went down to the 1st floor. He signed in and walked towards the waiting room. He passed Cuddy's office to see her sitting at her meja staring out the window. 'Probably figuring everything out.I should give her time to think. In fact I should sit down and think. But the clinic awaits' he thought. "Is there a Mrs.Barter here?" House asked the room full of patients. An older lady in the back raised her hand. "Come with me to Exam room 1 please." House berkata to her. The lady followed him to the exam room. "Hi. I'm Dr.House. anda can call me...well how about Dr.House. What seems to be the problem?" House asked. " Well I just turned 55 and when my mother was 55 she was diognosed with breast cancer. So for my birthday I was supposed to go see my son and his fiance but instead I grabbed a flight to Fiji. I figured that it was my last tahun to live so I did everything that anda could imagine." She said. " I could imagine a lot of sick and twisted things, so why dont anda start listing." House berkata to her. "Well lets see I ate worms from a tree, had sex with 4 guys all under the age of 30, drank sea water, shared a needle with a homo, snuffed crack off of a homeless man's forhead, and got SO drunk off of so many drinks." She said. "Wow! I think I'm going to need a consult on this one. Hold on one moment." House said. Then he called Wilson's office. "Wilson I'm gonna need a consult on someone who thinks she has breast cancer." "House I am not going to come down there to look at someone's breasts." Wilson replied. "Well thats not what I had in mind but if anda need to anda can. Just let me cover my eyes." House replied. "This better be good." And then they hung up. Wilson walked into the room. "You think anda have breast cancer?" Wilson asked Mrs.Barter. " Well I dont know. I guess I'm just a little worried, thats all." She said. "Why dont anda tell Dr.Wilson what anda did on your trip to Fiji." House seggested. And so Mrs. Barter did. "Umm. anda know I think anda might have some other things wrong with anda that anda might want to pay a little lebih attention to. But I'll set anda up for a mammogram to test anda for cancer. Mean while I want anda to hand this note to the nurse out there and she'll get anda taken care of." Wilson said. "So anda sure anda dont wanna check out her boobs?" House asked. "Yeah...Maybe seterusnya time. See ya House." "Yep." House berkata as the seterusnya patient came in.
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Cuddy sat at her meja for the rest of the hari just thinking about nothing but House. 'This is so...different. This isnt the House that I'm used to. I like this House. In fact I Cinta this House. I Cinta HOUSE!!! HOLY SHIT I Cinta HOUSE!!' She kept thinking about him. And what had happened today. She looked at the picture in her hand. She wondered what House was doing right now. She got up and opened up one of her doors on her little cabinet. She pulled out her bottle of wine and a glass. She drank the whole thing! Then she got her other bottle of wine and drank till she fell asleep.
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"Mrs. Peuter, I doubled checked the tests. anda do not have an STD, atau any other disease!! anda are FINE!" House explained to his last patient of the day. He had been trying to explain to the 78 tahun old that she didnt have an STD for the past half hour. "Well if anda insist. anda dont have to get so grumpy." She said. Then walked out of the exam room. House got up and signed out. He went back up to his office and grabbed his backpack. When he came back down he swung around to see what Cuddy was up to. He walked into her room to find the blinds drawn. He looked around the room. He saw Cuddy lying ontop of her desk, snoring, with an empty wine bottle in hand and the other bottle on the floor...empty also. He smiled and chuckled.
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Cuddy sat at her meja for the rest of the hari just thinking about nothing but House. 'This is so...different. This isnt the House that I'm used to. I like this House. In fact I Cinta this House. I Cinta HOUSE!!! HOLY SHIT I Cinta HOUSE!!' She kept thinking about him. And what had happened today. She looked at the picture in her hand. She wondered what House was doing right now. She got up and opened up one of her doors on her little cabinet. She pulled out her bottle of wine and a glass. She drank the whole thing! Then she got her other bottle of wine and drank till she fell asleep.
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"Mrs. Peuter, I doubled checked the tests. anda do not have an STD, atau any other disease!! anda are FINE!" House explained to his last patient of the day. He had been trying to explain to the 78 tahun old that she didnt have an STD for the past half hour. "Well if anda insist. anda dont have to get so grumpy." She said. Then walked out of the exam room. House got up and signed out. He went back up to his office and grabbed his backpack. When he came back down he swung around to see what Cuddy was up to. He walked into her room to find the blinds drawn. He looked around the room. He saw Cuddy lying ontop of her desk, snoring, with an empty wine bottle in hand and the other bottle on the floor...empty also. He smiled and chuckled.
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.