ASMARADANA CROWN PRINCESS

Chapter 65.

Dalilahs.

I held up a fruit basket while following Bimo's steps in the hospital corridor after we struggled through the jammed city streets on Saturday afternoon.

I wanted to ask a lot about her parents' illness, but I was sorry because she was so different. He looked sad, as if many were wrestling in his mind.

We boarded the elevator, when Bimo finished pressing the floor button we were about to go. I looked up, looking at him.

"Bad huh?" tanyaku carefully.

Bimo smiled slightly.

"Wouldn't answer?"

Bimo.

I was about to rewind my body, but the old elevator in the central public hospital was in a great shock. I panicked and was surprised when Bimo held my back so swiftly that I would not stumble against the wall, he looked at me for a while before we both misbehaved.

I hurriedly straightened my body, while Bimo slowly removed his hand from my waist.

His eyes were so sweet and shocked at one time.

"I'm not papa, Bim! I'm just shocked." I'm obviously for him to calm down. But his face was still worried. I'm sure, even if I got sucked in the wall earlier, he would have just ascertained whether my head was broken or not. Fix, she's sad for sure because of her parents.

"Yes" he replied before the elevator door opened.

Bimo walked ahead of me with wide strides so I had to run small to follow him.

Arriving at his father's hospital room, I was surprised to see an old body with many hoses attached to his body.

I observed Bimo speaking softly with a woman who resembled him. Fix, that's her mom. He smiled politely at me and bowed his body.

I shook my head quickly. Don't get me anywhere I have to be treated specifically.

I smiled as I handed over the fruit basket I had brought. The fruits that Bimo chose himself as his father's favorite fruit.

"Thank you ndoro putri." said the mother kindly.

"Hehehe... Just call Lilah, ma'am." My reply is bad. I swear, I'm in an unnecessary situation. I am concerned about Bimo's condition.

On one hand he had to look after me, school, follow all sorts of daily life prints at the palace and manage his parents' business. On the other hand, there was fragility in his heart.

This figure-perhaps that would be the family's back later on, holding his father's hand in silence made me realize. It takes a lot of rhetoric to be strong like him, but he chooses to be quiet and overcome it himself.

"May I sit next to you?" I asked slowly while patting Bimo's shoulder.

Bimo nodded with a small smile. I sat down smiling.

Bimo let go of his father's hand as he sighed.

"What pain?"

"Let's just get out." take Bimo. I'm shaking. "A little while." I said as I took Bimo's father's hand.

"Whose name?"

I closed my eyes as I prayed.

Even though I lived in a kejawen Islamic upbringing, I always understood that every prayer to Gusti Allah is a request and a hope. Whatever it is, it is no exception with prayers spoken in Javanese.

I kissed the back of his hand and opened my eyes.

"Come on. It looks like dusk in the hospital will feel different, Bim." I said with a smile.

Bimo. Wasn't it! Bimo daydreamed while looking at me.

I was astonished and intended to shake her shoulder, but her mother waved her hand so that I would approach her and follow her out of the room.

With careful movement I stood up and tinkered so as not to arouse the Bimo reverie.

"What's up, Mom?" my many.

On the guardrail, I heard carefully when Mother Bimo explained that her son was grateful to be able to work with my family. The money given by Ayahanda is said to be enough to help their families even though they still lack payment for medicines and hospitals despite using health cards and others.

I smiled a little. "Bimo is quiet, that's all I know about him, Mom. Rarely talk about his personal problems. Including school. He only answered the questions I asked, the rest of me bother him a lot!" I said.

"Indeed like that. His son is closed, does not like pleasantries, like his father. That's why until stroke and heart attack because it's all thought to itself." Bimo's mother smiled bitterly.

I could feel it especially when tears appeared in her eyes.

"Ayahanda said, life is always full of surprises. However, the surprise didn't just come. There will be a hunch that becomes the starting point of a surprise that does not always end beautifully." I said then patted the back of Mother Bimo.

"Such as it lives! No one knows. But I am grateful, Bimo can be the princess's bodyguard. I hope Bimo didn't make the princess senewen because of her unusual behavior." Bimo's mother wiped her tears as she wore a broken smile curled at the corner of her lips.

I smiled knot. "My sister is like that too, Mom! So I'm used to dealing with men like Bimo."

Not that I'm senewen. But men like Bimo and Suryawijaya are sweet-sweet. Quiet but attentive.

Uh... Regarding stealth but attention, is Bimo so too? Wait... Can I just revise my sentence? Feels not. Bimo secretly did notice me and his mother standing on the guardrail while enjoying the twilight that almost drowned.

Not as bad as I imagined while enjoying the twilight in the hospital. Rarely though. Dusk and hospital became the title of a novel or an indie song? Rarely so.

"Let me drive to the music studio mas Revi" Bimo said when beside me, replacing his mother who had returned to her husband's room.

"You're here, go with your parents. Let Revi pick me up!" I said calmly so that Bimo could let me go tonight with Revi mas.

"No!" cold answer. I smiled knot.

"You two need to take turns to look after Mr. Cipto, Bim! Rest assured, I'm fine. Going home before nine o'clock, not messing around and being the sweet crown princess said she and her behavior." I said full of promise, complete with a reassuring face.

Bimo is like my own father. It must be precise, slow, and convincing to pass this one-night date permit alone without an escort.

"Again yes, Bim. I promise not to be naughty, if I'm being punished again. I was knocked yesterday. One month just rolling around in the room, making offerings, nari, own school, learning manners, royal history, boring rules. I really don't want to be punished for it anymore, Bim. I've been very clever to learn it." I said so eloquently in rhetoric.

Bimo nodded again. "I'll drop off and have to make sure ndoro's daughter actually comes home before nine!"

If I pass the supervision tonight, I want to make a share to care with other children, for him. This is even followed until it is finished. Basic, ngeselin guards.

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