BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 81: STUBBORN

Two men of different ages but one taste was in a white room, and was talking seriously with a rather old male doctor, right in front of them. Their talk about a serious illness that is being suffered by Larsih, Dirga's mother who is also Pras' best friend, Mutia's husband.

I don't know how much Larsih meant in Pras' life in the past, which Pras must have looked so anxious when he heard the doctor's explanation. That Larsih must be dealt with more intensively, even immediately in the ring on his heart.

“Can we do that ring installation in other Hospital doctor?” tanya Pras without caring about Dirga who is certainly not finding a solution in terms of costs for the mother.

“Please sir, We are ready to make a referral letter to the hospital to be reached”. The friendly doctor responded to Pras' request.

“Alright, please just prepare. We will do this at RS .XXXX”. Pinta Pras without consulting Dirga who was beside him.

“Om will seriously move mom to that hospital?” Dirga wasn't the kid yesterday afternoon. He was not a final semester student. Of course he knows. Pras Destination Hospital is a very well-known private hospital that is also expensive in the city where they live. Where Dirga gained knowledge, scavenging fortune and can be boasting pualk, even though the wife of people. Huh.

“Yes, are you still actively lecturing? If your mother was taken care of in the same city. You don't have to skip college”. Pras Sambal replied passing away leaving Dirga who was still in a confused mode.

“Iya.. mother might be cured because in the hospital, my college jiga is not neglected because I can still menggampus. But I doubt if my kidney will remain two. For mom.” Dirga in the Heart.

“How is mas ..?” clearly emanated a deep anxious aura on Mutia's face. When her husband was already on the doorstep of Larsih's nursery.

“Ga. Only I ask for Larsih treatment in moving to our city only.” Pras replied with his usual tone.

“But Larsih is okay Mas?” It was difficult for Mutia to cover up her curiosity, because Dirga had already sent a chat about her mother's serious illness. Just no details. That's what makes Mutia still kepo with the latest news.

Pras was already on Larsih's side who was also suspicious of the disease that he dreamed, could have been severe disease and it was time he OTW faced God.

“Why should I move, I want to die Pras?” ask Larsih so brightly.

“Hush ... enquiry ap aitu?” Somewhat angrily Pras responded to Larsih's silly question. Mutia also twisted the position of her body, so that it could be parallel to face her husband and her friend lamamamya talking to each other.

“Laah .. if I have to move to a hospital in the city. Meaning I have a terminal illness?” larsih again on Pras, with a position trying to sit, though a little hard. And it was immediately detained Pras with one finger pointing at his forehead. They look very familiar and unorthodox. Imagine how close they were when they were both young.

“To the hospital in that city, does not mean you want to die. But, you must piker Panjang about your son. If you're always here, how's college? If you're in one city, he doesn't have to leave college. Understand?” Long, Long is not the explanation of Pras on Larsih. Not like his treatment of Mutia.

“Iya too. That means I'll be treated for a long time. If you think about Dirga later do not carry out his lecture. Already Pras, no need to mutter, I know you. There must be something big you're covering up. Just tell me I want to die.” Waw .. Larsih even knew that Pras was just delaying the right news.

Mutia's heart melos. He was already equivalent to some inanimate objects in the inpatient room, aka not considered there. Its existence is really meaningless, the world belongs to Pras and Larsih alone. (yes yes neng ..?)

Gts …

Gts …

Dirga felt the need to knock on the door of the room before entering. Having previously had time to hear the chat between mother and husband of his beloved woman. That sounds very familiar and warm. Until I realized there was a human other than them in the same space.

“Dir .. said Om Pras. I had to move to a hospital in the city. You agree ?” asked Dirga's mother when the body of her firstborn was already one tile with Pras also Mutia.

Dirga just flicked his shoulders. Sumoah Dirga felt useless as a child who did not have any income. So he admitted that now it feels, his pride is what he wants to buy a Pras. But, wanting to fight he had no power, wanted to treat his own mother, he certainly did not have the funds.

“I don't want to move hospitals. Just take off all these medical devices, and drive me home.” Oh ... It turns out Larsih is harder than Pras. When Pras took the unilateral decision to move Larsih to get intensive care for the safety of his heart. Larsih also insisted not to be moved out.

“Oh can't. Removals are on the process, no later than this afternoon. You'll be taken to the city. We'll be the same to the city. Only different cars.” Pras.

“Why should different cars? Why is it not so clear? Honestly, what happened to my illness?” Larsih still suspects Paras must be covering something up.

“Mother ... the mother's heart is experiencing narrowing and blockage. So it is necessary to install the ring, so that the flow of blood and oxygen smoothly. And the ring will help to enlarge the cavity of the mother's blood. And Om Pras, ask the doctor to do the installation in the city.” Obviously Dirga without covering anything from his mother.

“Tuh kan .. Pras. You were not honest from the beginning. Main command move aja.” Chirps Larsih with a slightly bitter tone. Feeling sad, with a serious illness that attacked him.

“Ya already.... now already know? Pack your mother's things, ready to move to the city.” Pras Command. It shows how selfish that guy is. Who never waits or gives a chance to people; laian argues, even the person himself.

“Mom doesn't want Dir. Just finish this infusion. Then take mom home to our village only.” Firmly Larsih while staring intently at the stubborn and secretly forced Pras, he said,

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Greetings to readrsku in Indonesia, Indonesia,

Sorry a thousand sorry, author make it to all, because it's more than three full yak? Not updated.

At first try, uh long-time opium also truant nulisnya.

And ended the nelangsa, in the torment of longs.

Kangen in the comments,

kangen sent flowers, though,

coffee and vote too.

For info, all this time.

I'm fine, not in pain.

I'm just not good at sharing time,

and is prioritizing something that must be prioritized first in reallife. Sorry yak…

Hopefully after this, you can go well

Thank you