BETWEEN (TERMINAL ) GIWANGAN ~ BUBULAK

BETWEEN (TERMINAL ) GIWANGAN ~ BUBULAK
NAUSEATED AGAIN



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“Can ask for help enggak Pak,” asked Yanto on his driver Suradi who pushed his wheelchair.



“Injih Mas, what do you want Mas Yanto?” ask the driver of Suradi.



“Let's help packing yes before going home, because if you are not helped later father so follow packing. Poor if you follow packing tired and not good for your health,” explained Yanto.



“Lho, Mas Yanto also should not be tired anyway,” replied the driver.



“If the packing is not tired sir, the important thing is that my head is not too much movement. The doctor simply forbade me from thinking too long or too heavy or driving too long. That is not allowed, if ordinary moves can still kok.”



“This alone should not have to use a wheelchair, I can walk alone,” said Yanto.



“Don't Mas, wong just realized. Later if the dizziness and then fall even severe,” said the driver while continuing to push his wheelchair Yanto.



“Yo wis anyway helpin packing yes, so tomorrow is not too heavy. The fear that comes is Bu Erlina and Bu Gendis, pity both mothers if they have to pack.”



“Besok must be the driver Mbak Fitri come with Mas, not maybe one car.



We can clean up tomorrow, do not need it now, if you do not want Mr. Suradi help,” said his driver Pak Suradi.



“Oh yes wis, ngono wae. Sesok wae packing both sir. Later that night if there is no one, I need a little, so tomorrow is not too heavy,” replied Yanto.



“Tomorrow bring dus Pak, so it is easier to bring things forward,” said Yanto again.



“Will I want Mas, tomorrow I bring dus, so do not need to message to father or mother. Pity the parents if it is complicated like that,” replied the driver.



“Matur nuwun earlier ya Pak.”



“Goddess sami-sami,” says driver.



“Why Mas?” ask Fitri.



“Beres-beres a little Yank, if tomorrow there is a mother or father they must come clean,” replied Yanto.



“Mas also do not have to clean up, later Mas tired.” reprimand Fitri.



“If you are tired of gini, what is not,” replied Yanto.




Hueeeek .. hueeek, the sound of people vomiting from the bathroom. Fitri was surprised to find Yanto was already limp when he came out of the bathroom.



“Why Mas?” ask Fitri worriedly. He's got warm water.



“I was nauseous and just vomited Ma,” complained Yanto then he lay down in limp.



“Wah can not go home dong if you want to get sick like this?” fitri.



“Ya has no need to report to the doctor, so as not to be held back home,” said Yanto.



“Ya can't be so Mas. Later even more dangerous, if not caught. More dangerous if caught the disease later. So it is better we report only after the doctor visit this morning,” Fitri does not want if this development is not reported by a doctor.



Fitri makes hot tea for Yanto while she makes su5u pregnant women.



“Ih what tea is this Yank? It smells bad. Mas nausea nyium smell of his tea,” reject Yanto.



“Loh Mas is tea that Mas used to drink every day kok,” said Fitri.



“No, Mas enggak Mau, it stinks,” said Yanto refused. Never had Fitri seen a Yanto like this for 3 years of their marriage. Yanto has always been sweet since they liked each other.



“Why Mas? Usually also drink this, and the smell is also the smell of ordinary tea,” replied Fitri.



“The smell is not good Ma, make nausea,” complained Yanto.



“I want to drink coffee,” Yanto then get out of bed and make coffee without sugar half a cup and then he drinks. The nausea that Yanto felt was a little lost. He sat on his bed.



“We ate first yuk Mas, this menu from the hospital has arrived. I'm really hungry,” said Fitri.



Fitri took Yanto's dinner plate, when he saw that Yanto immediately nauseated again.



“Sana in Ma, sana in. I don't want to. I don't want to, it makes me nauseous,” reject Yanto while shaking his head.



“Mas this is weird, like people cravings, see any nausea. Kiss the smell of nausea tea,” Fitri quipped.



Eventually Fitri moved away to the sofa, she ate alone. She couldn't delay eating because she was so hungry with her baby.


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