When House fell asleep Cuddy and Wilson Went into the livingroom and Cuddy treated to Wilson's bloddy nose.
"Cuddy,..ow..,Do anda think that House will be okay?"
" Sorry, Yeah I think so."
" help..help..get away! Leave us alone!"They both heard a voice coming from the bedroom.
" Are anda okay?"Cuddy berkata as she walked into the room.
When House opened his eyes saw Cuddy's face he breathed out a sigh of relief, smiled and said,
" yeah.Can I ask anda something?"
" Sure anything."
" What's my name?"
Cuddy's face went concerned" anda don't know?Do anda know what my name is?"
" Lisa Cuddy, but i can't remeber mine because everyone keeps calling me House but anda call me greg."
" Your name is Greg House.Do anda remember this man's name?" she berkata pointing to a picture of Wilson.
" John Watson."
" Greg his name is James Wilson."she berkata with a concerned frown on her face.
" oh..can i ask anda something?"
" yeah sure anything."
" Am i a bad person?Is this why all this is happening?"
" No anda are a great person but your a bit complicate that's all."
" *yawns* Ok."
" Go to sleep greg the police are coming here tomorrow to talk and anda need to be wide awake okay?"But he already fell asleep in her lap.
"Cuddy,..ow..,Do anda think that House will be okay?"
" Sorry, Yeah I think so."
" help..help..get away! Leave us alone!"They both heard a voice coming from the bedroom.
" Are anda okay?"Cuddy berkata as she walked into the room.
When House opened his eyes saw Cuddy's face he breathed out a sigh of relief, smiled and said,
" yeah.Can I ask anda something?"
" Sure anything."
" What's my name?"
Cuddy's face went concerned" anda don't know?Do anda know what my name is?"
" Lisa Cuddy, but i can't remeber mine because everyone keeps calling me House but anda call me greg."
" Your name is Greg House.Do anda remember this man's name?" she berkata pointing to a picture of Wilson.
" John Watson."
" Greg his name is James Wilson."she berkata with a concerned frown on her face.
" oh..can i ask anda something?"
" yeah sure anything."
" Am i a bad person?Is this why all this is happening?"
" No anda are a great person but your a bit complicate that's all."
" *yawns* Ok."
" Go to sleep greg the police are coming here tomorrow to talk and anda need to be wide awake okay?"But he already fell asleep in her lap.
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.