BUCIN (Need Love)

Section 49

...BUCCI ...

...(.(.Need Love)...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 49...

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Slowly I think someone is covering my body. Then the voices present filled the headroom. Never stopped, from the beginning was sitting asleep on the edge of the bed.

I opened my eyes, raised my head, and turned to the side. Samar looked as though his face was staring with a sad look. Bi Mamas. Half-aged women who often come to help with homework.

"Oh, Auntie," I said softly withstanding the drowsiness. "Bi Mamas hasn't slept?" Apparently he was the one who had been enveloping.

"Yet, Non. I can't sleep" he replied, yawning.

I smiled faintly. Listlessly. "Auntie sleep there first" I said, pointing to the long chair in the corner of the room. "Let Alya take care of Della."

Bi Mamas according. He immediately got up from his place, sat in a chair, but did not go straight to sleep. His eyes were sad to see Della lying on the patient's bed.

"Sleep, Bi," I said.

"Yes, Nope" answered the woman. Then spread out the body, and clench the eyelids.

A moment later Bi Mamas fell asleep. Complete with a loud snoring sound, beat the heart rate detection machine on the edge of the sickle bed.

I looked up, looking at Della. The girl lay weakly with an oxygen hose attached to her nostrils and an infusion needle stuck in her arm.

"I'm sorry, Del," I whispered softly to Della's pale face. "I should have taken you to the hospital this morning."

Still remember, this afternoon on the way home from Om Bram's office, Bi Mamas called.

"Non Alya, sneak home," said the woman sounding panicked.

"What's up, Bi?" I'm starting to feel bad. I remember Della complaining of pain this morning.

"Mrs Della ... " The stammered Bi Mamas said on the other end of the phone. "Non Della, Non."

"Yes. What's wrong with Della, Bi. The talk!" I'm panicking.

Sounds of sob there. Bi Mamas crying. "Non Della passed out, Non."

"Yes, God!" I jerked. "Why fainting?"

"Do not know, Non. My brother took me to the toilet. In the room instantly fainted!"

"Okay, Auntie stays there. Watch Della. I'll call the doctor first. Uh, .... " I was thinking.

"What, Non?"

"Om Bram has a doctor, right?"

Silent moment. Maybe Bi Mamas is remembering. "There was. Doctor Sharif, Non."

"Which doctor, huh?"

While sobbing, Bi Mamas replied, "That's, you know .. the clinic doctor who is rather old, senile, bald, his head—"

"His head is glowing like an HP counter display case and has a problem with his ears?" I'm guessing. It's like a shitty doctor that used to check on me.

"Yes, that. How, Non Alya knows?" tanya Bi Mamas intervenes meleknya.

"Ah, it is not important to discuss," I said trying to forget the figure of the doctor. "Is there another doctor's number?"

Silence returned, until then the voice of Bi Mamas replied, "Doctor Boyke. Yes, he. The doctor who checked Della's condition a long time ago."

Since long? Does that mean Della's been seeing the doctor a lot? Uh, but ....

"Cock, obstetrician, Bi? Della's pregnant?" The memory of my brain immediately remembered, the figure of the doctor with glasses and often discussed the problem of the bed, along with the trinkets.

"Who said Della's pregnant, who?" Bi Mamas sounded annoyed. "That's one of Mr. Bram's doctors, too, Non."

"Not doctor Sharif?"

"Lho, said Non Alya earlier do not need to discuss the doctor?"

"I don't have a pulse, Non. Most can also send SMS," said Bi Mamas cut.

"This is Auntie calling, can you?"

Mix the sobs, Bi Mamas. "It's free, Non. Fellow number. If Boyke's doctor, right, different operator. Hiks hyks."

Oh, geez!

"Yes, already. Send me the number now. Let me call," I said at last.

"Doctor Syarif or doctor Boyke, Non?" Bi Mamas was a bit doubtful apparently.

THE PLAQUE!

I pat the jidat back. "Doctor Boyke, Biii ... !!!"

Bi Mamas sounded nervous. "B-well, s-seben-tar, N-non .... " Sayup-sayup is heard the voice of the woman nagging through a telephone connection that has not been turned off, "Damn it! I am epe pengang like this! By the way, don't use three octaves, why, yak?!"

Not long after, the phone number arrived.

While clucking upset about Bi Mamas, I called Doctor Boyke. Thank goodness, connected and instantly lifted up.

"Hello, with Doctor Boyke here. Can I help you?" A friendly voice came from the other end of the phone.

A little panicked, I immediately replied, "Hello, doc. It's Alya. Friends sa—"

"Where's alya, huh? Alya Rohali is the famous artist?"

"No, doc!" I cried out loud. Until the speed of the vehicle I was riding stopped for a moment. "What's up, Mom?" ask the driver. Wonder.

While wiping his chest, the driver replied, "Sorry, Ma'am. Not intentionally pushing the brake pedal. I was shocked just now." Then the vehicle continued to walk.

I took a deep breath. Throw away the annoyance.

From the cell phone came the voice of the answer, "There's nothing, Mom. I'm just asking. This is Alya Rohali. Hehe. Uh, but ... don't call me 'Mas', yeah. Embarrassed. I am no longer young. Hehe."

"So I talked to the driver, doc. Not with you!"

"Oh, wrong, huh? Sorry," said Dr. Boyke. "This is with Ma'am Alya where, huh?"

I take another deep breath. It's a shitty day. Stumbled upon the office door, laughed at Aunt Cassandra and Om Bram, Bi Mamas, and now Doctor Boyke without the addition of Dian Nugraha.

"I'm his family Om uh ... Mr. Bram."

Doctor Boyke immediately replied, "Oh, Mr. Bramanditya. What's with Della, Mom?"

"Doctors already know?" many wonder.

"Della was one of my patients, Mom. He's on a road trip. The pain's coming back, ma'am?" The doctor's voice was surprised.

"Della passed out at home, doc!"

"Yes, God!" doctor Boyke exclaimed with a snorting sound of breath piercing the hole of the cell phone plug. "Yes, already. I'll be there soon."

"Yes, spit, doc!"

"Good, Mom. Wait at home" said Dr. Boyke. "But I'm sorry, Bu Alya's relationship with Mr. Bram, what, huh? This mother ... Mr Bram's wife?"

'Aamiin, ' I said in my heart with a smile.

"Yes, I. Lady Bram!" reply sparkles. "Mother Alya Bramanditya."

"Okay, Miss Bram. I'll be there as soon as I can" Boyke replied, then hung up.

I smiled to myself. 'Mother Bram? Yeah, God! What a beautiful call to hear .... " My eyes are looking ahead. Imagine who sits behind the wheel is Om Bram. Next to him was me. Gripping, joking, romantic chatting, both heading for the top ....

"Sorry, ma'am," said the driver suddenly, peeking at me through the central mirror. "I've been married. Wife is also pregnant at home."

I frowned. "I mean, what?"

Trying to avoid my gaze through the mirror, the driver replied, "I see, from this Mbak smile continues with me. So not feeling good, Mom. Sorry .... "

Dih, 'geer' him!

...SERIATE...