BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 83: LOSS OF COMMON SENSE

Hi readers .. sorry always update.

Not terintiat actually, a few weeks ago there was a disaster, family members there died.

Uh, absenteeism, because there are career support activities in the real world as well.

So ... please forgive.

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Only Larsih's heart was hurting. But not with his memory. He still remembers how his son and his best friend's wife hugged him, as he pretended to sleep in the hospital earlier.

Shame, fear and discomfort certainly spread in the heart of the mother. When the eldest son of his pride, he was flexible to embrace a woman who was even worthy of being his mother.

"Sorry ma'am, Dirga has no choice but to obey Om Pras." Answer Dirga listlessly. Indeed, he did not want to owe the funds to a Pras, who in fact the husband of his lover. But he is not able,

"Honestly mother, what do you have to do with Pras' wife?" Larsih's voice was made as loud as possible, so that his son knew, if he was not joking.

"No ma'am, Dirga is just about getting to know aunt Mutia well, that's all." Lying Dirga.

Larsih held his heart. Although his heart did not believe, but he chose to believe in Dirga.

"Dirga, we are incapable people. But selling yourself is not justified in any religious teachings. For that, I beg you. If you lie to your mother. There is a God who knows best what you do without a mother." Larsih's voice is weakening. He was really burdened by the relationship of his eldest son. After all, a mother's instincts are powerful. And after that, the condition of Dirga's mother decreased.

As soon as lightning Dirga made a call to the medical team, to find out the latest state of the mother. Dirga's mind is fucked.

Feeling guilty for lying to his mother, jugha ashamed of his helplessness, when he saw the mother drooping weakly. want to scream, for what. want to complain useless. berlalri to mushollapun, even, Dirga felt himself very despicable and papa.

"Mother drop, aunt." chat Dirga who does not know share the burden on anyone other than on Mutia. He had no money to treat his own mother. Semi-sale diripun do. then, should he set foot into the holy place, to just sit on the prayer mat, sedamgkan he felt already ban yak sin that he did that in a conscious state.

There was no reply from Mutia. Just in read, two blue ticks, meaning that the message has been read, only deliberately not replied by Mutia.

"Larsih patient's family .." the soft voice of a woman greeting Dirga who from earlier momdar mandir in front of the ward door bu Larsih.

"Yes ..." Dirga replied staring at the origin of the voice.

"Can come with me to the room." Pinmy is soft.

For a few seconds, Dirga was made to have difficulty breathing. Staring in amazement with a beautiful creature that invites him to his room. The white coat he wore, of course, clearly shows the profession of women who are not old but also cannot be said to be young.

"B ... Ja. Ready doctor Niken." Niken. strands of the script that had been smeared by Dirga on the right side of the beautiful woman's white coat/

Tik

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Dirga walked after him, exactly three steps behind the woman whose body was proportional, tan skin ripe, black robes scattered, also fragrant. Tentyu is an expensive perfume. I don't know, this kind of female species, what kind of perfume she also perfumes yes., because look at her hair wagging just the smell is getting worse. Waterbirds.

"You ready?" the doctor asked, pointing at the chair in front of his desk to let Dirga sit.

"I'm Larsih's son, doctor." Dirga answered that had managed to unite life, mind with body. Who had been scattered due to the charm of the beautiful doctor.

“Sorry, are you there? I mean the husband of the patient..” Obviously the doctor, still in a very soft and slow voice.

“Father is dead, doctor.” Answer Dirga.

“Ups .. Sorry. So are you responsible for handling patients?” the doctor looked at Dirga.

“Dirga, doctor. My name is Dirga, not you.” Ah, Dirga still had time to introduce himself, at a time that was not in the ink.

“Oh .. Yes sorry. So Mr Dirga is in full charge huh?” ask again.

“Gak... call Sir also doctor. The effect is very much say.” Dirga relapsed.

“Oh .. Yes, Dirga Deck. No debate !!!”

“I just want to make sure, if the Dirga deck is willing to sign a letter of approval, the operation of the installation of the ring on the heart of the patient. And this is emergency. Cannot be delayed anymore. Because it will endanger his condition.” This time, Niken's doctor somewhat lost his tenderness. Feeling that the interlocutor is starting to not be serious about the purpose of their conversation.

“Iya .. doctor. Which files should I sign. Also please prepare the equipment, or inspection for me as well.” Dirga replied with a slightly sour turned expression.

“Dek Dirga is sick too?” ask Niken seriously. Staring intensely at the Dirga he saw was fine.

“The examination was done not only for the sick right, doctor?” ask Niken Dirga.

“Iya .. Health checks should be done periodically. To minimize the pain of diseases that may be in the idap. From mild symptoms, to severe. It will be difficult to recover if it is in that phase.” Niken explained it in earnest.

Dirga nodded in agreement.

“Dek Dirga any complaints what?” A doctor's instincts soon overflowed. Also somewhat curious, see the condition of Dirga who looked healthy Walafiat it.

“Decision say other poor doctors. And to succeed my mother, through that line of surgery. It will certainly take a lot of money. And, everything can definitely be resolved, if I sell one of my organs. Maybe one of my kidneys, can make mom recover. And also does not make me die quickly, while living life with one kidney.” I don't know if Dirga, before speaking it was already thinking with his brain. Or just with his snoring.

“Hink you ..” Tangkis Niken after massaging her own chest.

“Do I look very funny or already equivalent to the actors stand up comedy, doctor?” Dirga asked in a confident tone.

“Can this chat be more useful? It doesn't matter much.” Niken shook his head. “Sell kidney kok already rich want to sell fried only.” His voice was small, hoping not to be heard by Dirga.

“Why are doctors confused? My kidneys will benefit lhoo. Helping to cure the mother. Than to buy a phone apple bitten doang. That's new unfaedah.” Again, the conversation grew more absurd.

Maybe Dirga is in a mind that is not okay. So that he really is losing his mind.

Seriate…