365 Day Contract

Chapter 9

Jihan was tidying up the desk when a message came into her phone. The woman with plump eyelashes glanced at the glance of her phone on the table, the incoming message from 'Pak Shaka'.

Jihan finished her work first because it was time to go home. He just opened a message from Shaka once the table was done.

'I wait in the car. We went to the hospital together.'

Jihan read the message in her heart, she put her phone in the bag after replying to it. Do not let Shaka rampage because he was left to wait a long time, although it seems unlikely Shaka can rampage.

Jihan's steps stopped next to a fancy car of shiny black color. So shiny, it feels dust alone insecure to stick there. Jihan hesitated to knock on the luxury car.

Amidst Jihan's doubts, the car door was suddenly opened from the inside.

"Get in.!" Tell the man sitting behind the wheel.

Jihan nodded her head and got into the luxury car. The car is not the same as yesterday's car. Although both expensive, but this one car looks still very new. For a Sultan like Shaka, changing cars has become commonplace. Jihan has not seen the Shaka family's luxury car collection lined up neatly in the garage.

"Pak Shaka's parents went to the hospital.?" Jihan opened the chat to just melt the suana. It was a pity to ride a luxury car like this but the atmosphere was tense and gripping. Moreover, Jihan is not a person who is silent a thousand languages without sound.

"If not, why would I go to the hospital." Answer's cuek.

Shaka glanced at a glance. The eyes of the two of them were clashing. Shaka's eyes are firm and deep, anyone who looks at him as if interested, like there is a magnet in it.

Jihan smiled clumsyly. Shaka can't be talked to. Jihan's lips were usually chatty, suddenly locked tightly. Because the interlocutor is like a 4-door refrigerator.

The car was traveling at a fast speed to the hospital. Jihan finally shuts up even though she's actually not at home. His mouth was already itching to talk, but seeing the flat face and Shaka's indifferent attitude, Jihan better be quiet.

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Jihan greets both Shaka's polite and friendly parents. The couple apparently arrived 10 minutes early at the hospital. Jihan's eyes until teary because touched. It was like finding a new family that cared so much about his little family. Though Sonia and Mahesa are well-respected rich people, but do not look down on a Jihan who was born from a simple family.

Not yet Shaka's wife, Jihan feels that she has been blessed with untold happiness. What if you really become Shaka's wife and become the daughter-in-law of the two good parents.

Jihan felt like crying happily, but a reality was enough to slap her. Makes Jihan realize that her marriage to Shaka is just a charade.

"So Mama met your sister. She told me to go out for food, she said she hasn't had lunch since." Sonia said, embracing Jihan's shoulder and inviting her to sit on the sofa.

The goddess, Mama Jihan, was lying on her bed after taking the medicine 1 hour ago. Both of Shaka's parents haven't had time to talk to Mama Jihan.

"Sorry Mah, Jihan's sister's been a hassle." Lirih Jihan is not happy, because Shaka's parents must take care of her mother.

Sonia shook her head accompanied by a shady smile.

"Don't hesitate. Waiting for you to come anyway."

Jihan refrained from hugging Lady Sonia. The middle-aged woman was too kind to him, certainly with a sincere kindness because Jihan could feel it.

In the corner of the room, Juna was eating his food voraciously. He had not had time to eat lunch because he immediately returned to the hospital after returning from campus.

Jihan got up from her seat and approached Juna.

"You buy that much food, there's money.?" Lirih Jihan half whispered.

Juna not only brought a pack of rice for him to eat, but also brought some snacks, cakes and drinks that had been placed on the table. In front of Shaka and her parents.

Juna casually took out some money from his pants pocket. The rest of the change. There are still 2 hundred thousand pieces and a few other pieces.

Jihan's forehead frowned. Juna has never given her that much money.

"From Mama Mas Shaka's. Juna is grateful that Mba Jihan wants to marry Mas Shak, her parents are all good. No problem though Mas Shakanya jutek." Juna replied.

"Juna, why did you take the money.? You never taught me that." Jihan did not focus on Juna's words, she was worried about her sister's actions. Fear of bad grades because it is so easy to receive money.

"The windfall can't be refused Mba.?" Juna asked back, turning back the words of Jihan he often said to his sister.

"It's also forced, I've resisted many times." Juna reassured me.

Jihan let out a sigh of resignation without debating again, then rejoined Shaka and her parents.

...*****...

Sonia and Mahesa had gone home 30 minutes ago, as had Shaka.

Actually both of Shaka's parents want to chat with Mama Jihan before the surgery is done later tonight. But seeing Mama Jihan fall asleep, Sonia decides to go home and will be back tomorrow morning.

Jihan came out of the bathroom. Her appearance looked fresh with her hair still wet. It's 4 nights Jihan and Juna spend the night in the hospital's inpatient room. Tired and tired are sure to hit both. But for the sake of looking after the mother, they did not complain in the least. Because caring for and caring for parents who are sick is one of the obligations of children. But all that will not be comparable to the sacrifice of the Goddess when caring for Jihan and Juna since childhood.

That night at 7, Dewi was taken to the operating room.

Some messages and advice on the strand are on his two children. Ask both to care for and love each other. The middle-aged woman thought about the worst possible thing that would happen if her surgery failed. So tell her two children before entering the operating room.

Outside the room, the brothers sat uneasily in the same long chair. The chants of do'a propel them inwardly for the salvation of loved ones. The only old man left.

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Shaka's on his way to the hospital. His luxury car drove through the dense city of Jakarta that night. Public and private vehicles were crimping each other, honking sounds everywhere. People who are tired after a day of work, seem to be impatient to get home and rest.

It has been almost 40 minutes drive, Shaka has not yet arrived at the hospital which is only 7 kilometers away. Though the distance is usually traveled in just 20 minutes using a private car.

The man in casual clothes looked resuscitated his back and sighed violently. If it wasn't for the mother's coercion, Shaka would have gone to the hospital to accompany Jihan.

Last afternoon Shaka had been locked up in his study until dinner. Actually, Shaka was accidentally locked up, because there was work that he had to finish immediately.