
Inside the hospital's three-room inpatient room, it was only sealed with curtains. The place was suddenly noisy waking up the female patient who had not slept for long.
"What's up?" Ask in the heart. When the deafening cry from the next room made the woman who was none other than Surti surprised and confused.
He woke up from his sleep, glancing at the mother who was sleeping on the floor beside the bed with a mat. Perhaps she was tired of looking after herself all day so that she did not hear the scream.
"Sonkuuu.. wake up Naaak, do not leave the mother Nak..," cried one of the women, in the next room getting louder.
Surti flicked the curtains slightly, his eyes lurking over the bed next door. Surti's eyes widened when he looked at a woman his age pale face, eyes bulging, just breathed his last making Surti so horrified. Surti quickly took off his hand from the curtains and let out a rough breath.
"He's dead? Then sooner or later I will also suffer such a fate?" His lips are kamit.
"Tidaaakk." He covered his face with both palms. Syphilis that he suffered because often changed partner will kill him. "Hiks hyks, I don't want to die yet."
"Surtis..." Budhe blinked when he heard his daughter's cry.
"Why are you, son? What's that room next door?" Budhe's distraught. Surprised that Surti's cry had not gone away, it was startled again with the sound of crying out blue from the outside.
"That's Mom," Surti pointed at the curtain next to him.
Budhe immediately approached his son. "What's wrong?" Budi opened the corner of the curtain looking at the next room there were two women who were crying. Budhe then went outside after being told by the nurse that the next patient had died, Budhe said his condolences, then returned to his son's room.
"Mother has said condolences, you should sleep," Imbuh budhe wanted to help Surti to relax his son's body, but Surti refused.
"I'm afraid Ma'am" Rengek Surti.
"Fear why? Everyone will be like that, people die should not be feared Nak, because it will not come back," Advice budhe long.
"That's not the case, ma'am, I'll be dead soon, too, right?" Surti crying.
"And mother told Surti that everyone will return to the owner. But mother wants first mother to be called." Budhe certainly wants to die in order, his son's path is still long.
"But this sickness I have suffered is a sign that I will go before my mother"
Deg.
Bacterial syphilis is very deadly plus Surti late treatment. The disease in other words the lion king is transmitted through se***al contact. The question budhe asks is; has Surti committed a great sin without his knowing? Budhe's heart rumbled.
"Mom..why are you silent?" Surti shook his mother's hand.
"Surti.. now I want to ask you, answer honestly, son," said budhe.
"What Mom," Surti caught her mother's face turning tense.
"Have you ever had a forbidden relationship before you got married, son?" Ask budhe, diplomamatic.
Surti lowered his lower lip, should he tell his mother what his job was in Jakarta. Surti did not dare to look at the face of the mother. If his mother knew his work while in Jakarta would be sad buyu.
"Surti. replied Nak," Budhe raised Surti's chin.
"D-no!" Surti.
"Surti.. mother is a fool, son, school is only elementary school, but I know the disease you are suffering from has something to do with..."
"Enough Mom!" Surti crying tergugu. In his hands rough mother's hands and calluses evidence of a mother's struggle for her child to be the best. Kissing hands that have delivered to school even though only graduated SMK but the mother slammed bones for her sake. But Surti had been lying for three years.
"Surti.. say son," Budhe grabbed the body of his daughter who kept crying. Without Surti the actual story budhe can guess if his suspicions are indeed true.
"Who does Surti. say Surti..." Desperate budhe.
"Banyaaakk, ma'am.hu huuuu...." Surti dropped his face on the mother's chest.
"What do you mean Surti?!" Budhe's tears are flowing.
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