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What happened to Ameera

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After being content to disturb the tiny baby Najwa. Andra rushed upstairs to her room, she immediately entered the bathroom and performed her cleaning ritual.

He suddenly growled in the bathroom.

"Maulana El Barack....!"

"Guaa's soap!" he growled while holding the empty face soap bottle.

Andra hastily finished her bath, although she finally had to wash her face with enough soap.

(gapapa, bang, you keep tamvan.)

Arriving below, Andra immediately looked for the culprit of the problem, the baby sister who suddenly became brother.

When he found his sister watching television, he immediately approached her, and threw an empty bottle of face wash. Until the bottle stopped by the Maulana jidat first, before finally falling into his lap.

"What the hell, Bang! If you've thrown it in the trash, gih," the protest was indifferent.

"You're the one who threw it away! Just buy another new one!" andra flat said.

"Ang to the house, I've got stuff!" he added.

"Don't protest, just take responsibility!" andra's words then cut off the words of Maulana who had just reached the throat. He swallowed his saliva, as it got a razor sharp gaze. In the end, the brother did not have the moral was resigned, got ultimatums and strict orders from his brother.

"Yes" replied Maulana weakly. Coincidentally today is Saturday, so schoolchildren are all off.(.Weekend, baby momong aja yes, Mau, * call dear to Maulana*)

And then Andra passed. He gasped, after saying goodbye and kissing the hand of the umma. Then drove along with his red vespa, aka the gemoy.

Long story short, Andra has arrived in front of the house of his mother Miko. He knocked on the door and greeted.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" he said it was pretty loud.

It didn't take long, there was an inside message. A few minutes later, an old woman came out of the house, after opening the door that made the sound of the crackles.

"Well, handsome boy, who are you looking for?" ask a white-haired old woman in a bun, wearing an old kebaya and batik cloth. Her neat rows of teeth were red in color, because it was visible when she spoke while chewing something.

"Eh, sorry, Grandma. Miko's mother is there?" asked Andra clumsily facing the red-toothed and cool nini-nini model just looking at him.

"Since morning has gone to the hospital, Miko is dying he said, because of drinking cola." The grandmother explained as she continued to brush her teeth with what it was, making Andra's hair shudder, she became reminded of a horror film, crock grandmother.

"O.oh, thank goodness that you know, I had intended to tell you about it, Grandma," Andra explained grimacingly, as she grinned at him.

Suddenly a phone came in, to a cell phone tucked in the pocket of the teenager's levis pants.

"Hello, Pus."

"(........)"

"What!"

"(......)

" Okay, the cave's right there!"

The connection was turned off unilaterally by Andra. His face was pias and a tinge of panic was clearly imprinted on his handsome face.

"Sir, excuse me, go to the hospital. Please pray, Miko." Andra was saying goodbye after previously kissing the hand of the small-bodied old grandmother. He forgot the thing that was embedded in the granny's jump.

Grandma was glued to her misty eyes.

"O Allah, save my grandson...."

*****

Moments later, in a hospital.

Some officers were in green and light blue robes. Rushed into an action room. A patient had convulsions, post-operative removal of bullet material in his body. Some health workers or medical teams can also be called, look panicked with the patient's condition that suddenly worsens.

In fact, the research team had asked Ujang, where he came from, where he found the victim, how the location of the crime scene and much more. The question asked by the investigation team made the teenager not sleep a bit. Only after dawn was he able to close his eyes for a moment. Just now he was awake for a moment when he heard the Sisters shout that the geulis teteh (his call to the woman named Ameera ) suddenly convulsed.

Ujang who had panicked because of concern for the woman's situation, could only say a prayer while pacing back and forth.

The teenager, who was wearing the sweater, had just placed his butt in an iron chair, a waiting room located in the hospital corridor. When he got a call from his uncle.

"Him, Mang?"

"(.......)"

"Ujang is still in front of the igd room,"

"(.......)"

"Submit straight down, snatch it up'(wait a minute ya).

Ujang directly pressed the red button on the screen of his old phone. Then the teenager immediately went up, down the corridor of the hospital, which since this morning was crowded through by hospital officials. Whether it's the Ners, the Doctors, the janitors and also the security.

After getting off the elevator, Ujang turned towards the corridor towards the exit. But there was a young man as beautiful as he was, who hit him until he was almost blindsided. It was not his collision that was too strong, it was just that his physical lack of sleep and his balloon had been filled, making him lose balance over his body.

"Sorry, Bro! The cave was in a hurry to catch the elevator!" exclaimed the white teenager, with a hat pinned over his head.

"Lu, what's the gap, right?" tanyanya made sure, the condition of teenagers his age who was hit just now.

"I'm tea, it's okay, next time be careful!"

"Because, hurrying will only do mischief, to yourself, even others." advised Ujang with his friendly smile.

"okay, Bro. The cave must remember the message, Lu."

"Cave, panic because the cave was critical again," explained the teenager who wore a white hoddie.

"May tea, your tea is fine, yes" said Ujang as he patted the clear-eyed teenager's shoulder gently.

"Aamiin, thanks, Bro! Again, cave's sorry." The teenager immediately got into the elevator. And Ujang continued his path to the hospital lobby.

From a distance he saw the uncle, sitting, resting between his knees and elbows, in an iron chair, with two packs of black crackles in his hands.

"Mang!" call Ujang with his face.

"Duh, slave ieu katingalina fucked up the gravestone!" (Yaampun.., this child looks really messed up) exclaimed the uncle while looking from top to bottom.

"Makanya tea, Ujang asked to bring a dressing t-shirt, oruh Mang," said the teenager who was born and grew up in the land of pasundan.

"Sumuhun, mango ngarobah eta gancang!" (Yes, the splinter was replaced there!) the uncle orders while handing over the black crackle containing a change of shirt.

"His, Mang," said Ujang soon passed, after grabbing the black crackle.

Ujang and his uncle were seen sucking iced tea, which was put in a clear plastic. They had just finished eating ketoprak and were sitting in the hospital parking lot.

" Mang, 'Tea doesn't feel good?" his words are full of anxiety.

"Teu yummy kunaon?" asked the uncle, looking with a serious face.

"Sebelom at dawn, the doctor said, the condition of the geulis teteh has passed its critical period, just wait to be aware," Ujang stopped for a while before continuing his sentence, he seemed to think.

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