Certified Old Virgin

critical.

"Dis, gohome. Mom let me take care. You've been here all day."

I saw Edo. He who was battered stared at me softly. Actually he's here too. Been with me since my mom went to the hospital this morning. According to the information, Mother was hit while crossing the road and the culprit was an ABG boy.

I swear, I want to feel like I'm the boy's claw. But ... My situation is also no longer okay. According to ABG information it has been secured by the police.

"Dis, go home, yeah. You need to rest" continued Edo. Heard her attention.

"Let me take care of Mom. You're home!" refute Irka that makes me feel dizzy in the head.

"Heh, you're not a nobody girl! So you have no right to chat!" sergeant Edo. The two then pulled each other by the collar.

My head was throbbing hearing their screams.

"Gue's fiancee. Her husband-to-be!" Irka screams in anger.

Sickened. I'm sick of these two guys. Especially Irka. But the energy is gone. I can't do anything but think about my mom.

"If you make a noise, you go home. Let me wait for Mom!" my break.

They stared, then sat quietly side by side despite both turning their faces away.

I looked again at the ICU room where Mom was. Seeing her tears shed again. Really, I'm scared. So scared. I want to change positions if I can. Change the position of Mom. He must be in pain. She's ill.

Mother of the good, best. The one who took care of me without seeing and thought I was just a orphanage child. He loves and loves a lot of love. He's not willing to go. Unwillingly.

Astaghfirullah ….

I pressed my chest and pulled my leg down. Speech of the doctor. Just finished the operation the doctor said that the state of the mother is worrying. They've done everything but Mom doesn't wake up either. He said there was a hard blow to the head. The doctor explained at length, but what I caught was the fact that Mom was in critical time again.

"Mmrs!"

I looked to the side and found my two sisters approaching. We hugged him afterwards.

"Where is Mom, Mpok?" mia asked, she's my sister who works as a midwife. His eyes are swollen, exactly the same as mine.

"Emak's fine, right?" sambar Lulu, he's a sister too. The youngest brother who became a police officer. His body was burly his face was also a bit sad, but this time I saw him like a scared boy when he was injected.

Can't stand it, I'll hug all three. We were so happy together.

"Wish the best. The doctor is also trying," I explained after a bit of crying.

"I don't think it will be gini" complained Mia. "Emak lately continues to complain and nag about dying. He said that if he dies, we're asked to get along and love each other."

O Allah. I'm down. It feels like a chest stabbed. Grumpily. Be ill. Stuffy.

"What should we do to get Mom up?" lirih Lulu's.

I'm shaking. Right now, only prayer can be offered. Wishing God a long life for Mom.

"Are you praying?" my many.

Both Mia and Lulu shook their heads.

"We pray for healing for Mom," I continued and saw Edo and Irka.

"Go away, Dis. Let my mother take care of me" said Edo. Next to her Irka swerved. Keliatan do not like.

"Titip mom yeah, Do."

"Yes. Just calm. Calm yourself" continued Edo.

We also went to mushola. There pray and then pray. Hopefully, God will give us the opportunity to serve Mother.

"Mrs."

I opened the door and saw Lulu. "Why?"

"Emak once said he wanted to see Mpok wedded before he died. That's his greatest hope."

"Lulu, Mom will be healthy. Mom must have woken up. Don't talk about it!" sergeant Mia.

"But we don't know when death will come." Lulu comes closer and holds my hand. "Mpok, what's wrong kabulin demand Mom. I'm afraid .. I'm afraid we don't have time."

Astaghfirullah ….

I sat down, squeezing the strong mucena.

"Emak says Mpok is back with Mas Irka. It just so happens that he's here." Lulu paused for a word, then held my hand. Grasped strong. I know what that look means.

But, do I have to marry Irka? What should?