15 Years Adrift
Episode 21: The Deadwood Bowel
After the reunion event was completed, Fani intended to go home soon, but suddenly his stomach felt wrapped and hot to the waist. This he felt too often. Fani immediately sat limp on the floor, the sensation of pain, heartburn and twisting makes the body sweat cold.
Luckily Dimas was still there. Without a second thought Dimas immediately approached Fani, running in panic.
"Fani..? Why you?" ask Dimas worriedly.
"lohh? how can you be here?" Fani was amazed by the expression of her face that almost lost consciousness.
Fani continues to hold her stomach while grimacing in pain, realizing the condition is quite chronic, Dimas holds Fani and takes her into the car.
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In the hospital....
After undergoing a CT scan, doctors diagnosed that Fani had appendicitis. And all this time Fani always ignored her symptoms because she thought it was just an ordinary stomachache.
So the doctor advised to immediately in surgery, otherwise it will be increasingly dangerous.
"Mom... Fani doesn't want to be in mom's operation, scared." Fani whines to her mother, who faithfully accompanies her in bed.
"If I had surgery, Dimas would have paid. How much money has Om Dimas spent on my family? Can I pay later?" he murmured in the heart.
He really felt bad about Dimas, because it was always Dimas who became their focus. Fani would no longer bother Dimas like this.
"Don't be afraid of her brother. her oprasi just for a moment, just cut this way..!" said Dika while showing her fingertips.
"fear deck. Brother doesn't want brother's stomach torn." Fani replaced whining towards Dika.
"You have to want yes, rather than continue to hurt." added Dimas who had earlier held Fani's hand, even Fani did not realize it because so embarrassed his mind. She became like a woman who was about to give birth, because Dimas was so faithful to accompany her.
"Lady..." Fani looked at her mother's face.
but Nita just smiled while shaking her head.
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Opration was done, after hard work they all persuaded Fani. He even raved incessantly as he was about to enter the opration room, as if he was about to die. Though only a small operation, but Fani was too afraid and thought about things that were not.
finish opration....
Now Fani has been taken to the inpatient room, his eyes open little by little because of the influence of drugs that have begun to disappear.
After opening his eyes, Fani immediately lethargic when looking around the room that can be made sure that it is a VIP room.
"One day in this room is equivalent to my salary a month." murmured Fani in a soft voice.
then he looked towards the sofa beside him and he found Dimas sitting while doing something on his laptop.
"om.." call Fani slowly.
Dimas immediately approached Fani.
"No, just grinning a little."
"Where's mom, Om?" Fani was confused because she did not see her mother and sisters there.
"Same mother when I tell you to go home, let me take care of you here." replied Dimas gently.
"We moved rooms to yuk,om. Fani doesn't want to be here." Fani tries to persuade Dimas. It could swell the cost if he is there until the recovery period.
"Why? Is it uncomfortable?" ask Dimas to worry.
"Ma.hal.." said Fani softly while looking down reluctantly at Dimas.
"You don't have to think about money, which is important you are healthy" Dimas said with a smile. Yes, do not discuss the matter of money with him, if only to support Fani until the next 100, the money will be more than enough.
"But Fani is not good om, om money is always drained for the Fani family, om payin mom hospital. Om pay the debt as loan sharks, even buy Dika motorbike. Fani is afraid of not being able to return the money om Dimas." said Fani, if one day their relationship is not good, he is afraid it will all be revealed.
"Fani, you don't have to think about that, I'm sincere, it's wrong if I want to help my own family" Dimas replied with a warm smile. He also gently stroked Fani's head. Yes, even though he was in his heart, Dimas hoped that with this his love could be felt by the young girl.
"But we are not a family om, want to until when Fani burden om continue." said Fani again, now his face looks sad and almost crying. But she held back her tears as much as possible.
"Marry me, Fani" said Dimas, drawing his face closer to Fani. It sounded rushed indeed, but Dimas did not want to lose his chance. He did not want to give any leeway to Fani.
Fani was shocked, and the expression on her sad face became twisted for a moment. His heart seemed to rebel in there like it wanted to jump. His gaze stared into Dimas's eyes, his body shivering at once.
"Me..wedding?" said Fani terbat. Did Dimas really ask her, a young girl to be a wife?
"I'm in love with you, I want to have you completely." Dimas looked at Fani's pale face with a sad look. Seen so much love that overflowed in the eyes of Dimas at that time.
"Married to me. That way we'll be a whole family. And you don't have to feel sorry if I help mom." added Dimas again while stroking soft cheek Fani.
He does not care if his attention has been considered bait. He also does not care about the number 15 which is the distance of his age with Fani. He only realized how perfect the figure of Fani if made a wife. The girl's innocence and sincerity are strong guarantees, to minimize betrayal.
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Fani's heart is really irregular anymore, Dimas is the only person who always thrills Fani's heart very great. Fani raises her hand slowly, then subconsciously she touches Dimas's face. The face of the man who always gives him the attention of a father.
They both stared and stared at each other, until drifting in a sea of love given by Dimas.
"om Dimas seriously? what is my soul mate Dimas? Can I love Dimas?"
Fani keeps wondering in her heart, is Dimas her destiny? Hard to believe, the man who had been imprinted on him as an uncle, now invited him to marry.
Dimas is always attached to his childhood memories as a father figure. Dimas who once stroked his head when going abroad, and now Dimas again stroked his head but not with a farewell word, but a marriage invitation.
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