Epic Fail

"So, what else did anda have to say?"
"Well, it's come to my attention that anda did in fact appreciate the desk, and I wondered why anda didn't tell me that yourself?" House asked as he placed his cane on the floor.
Cuddy's eyes went dark. She hadn't been expecting this change in conversation nor did she think he'd ever even openly admit that the meja tulis, meja was from him.
"You talked to Wilson."
"He berkata anda practically set the room on api with your glowing smile."
"It was a nice gesture. anda made amends and I except your ara leaf...We're fine now. Always friends." She berkata with a blank stare.
House watched...

Some months go oleh and Lisa is huge. She is eight months pregnant and her belly now is really, really big. One morning they wake up. She doesn't have to go to work and House has taken a few days off to take care of her.
He opens his eyes and yawns. ‘Hey... how are you?’
‘I feel good. Like last days, about to explode.’ She chuckles. ‘No, seriously, I'm good. And how are you?’
‘I'm fine... anxious to see our son's face...’
‘We just have to wait a couple of weeks for that.’
House smiles at her. ‘I cinta you...’
They are still lying on tempat tidur and she holds his hand. ‘I cinta anda too.’...

Even though, she looked up at him shocked, she didn’t pull her foot back, much to House’s surprise. He looks at his digital watch, then, looks up at her.
“I’ve gotta go.”
She nods, in return to his statement.
“See ya soon?”
Cuddy asks him.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, just leave already.”
He smiles, and walks out, without paying for his meal.
The heels of her shoes made a clunk sound as she walked on the pavement path, on the grounds of Michigan.
“Quit following me.”
She states without looking behind her.
“I’m not following you, per say, I’m following your...

House was alone in his office, his eyes closed as he listened to a rare piece of Rolling Stones vinyl. Lying on his ottoman chair he lost himself in the music. Out of the blue, the record stopped. House opened his eyes to find Cuddy standing there, looking out of the window he noticed it was late; the lights were turned off with just the glare of the corridor lights providing a soft glow on Cuddy’s legs, which he started his gaze at before moving slowly up to her zamrud, emerald green eyes staring down at him.

“What are anda still doing here?” Cuddy pondered as she folded her arms. House picked...