Denisa Rosaline

The Sick Mbok, Missing Treatment

Arya takes Aline to her contract. Aline takes off the seat belt and Arya opens the car door for her. Before he got off, he thanked Arya for driving him.

"I wasn't invited in?" Aryan Goda.

Aline raised next to her eyebrows and shook her head, making her look very cute in Arya's eyes. The man smiled and then spread his shoulders. "Okay, maybe next time. Rest up. Don't be so passionate about your energy" he said attentively.

Aline nodded, then came down and said his regards.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. You go in first, I walk."

After Aline enters her house, Arya runs her car leaving a million in pain. Smile fades. Jaw hardens. His handbooks were bleached so tightly that his grip was on the steering wheel of the car. There are thousands of swearings he wants to make but unspoken to a woman named Nadia who has made him lose the only girl he wants to be the mother of his children. Regretting. That's the only word that can express his feelings now.

Aline nodded at the edge of her bed. Honestly, his decision to reject Arya had affected his emotions. Aline knew the man was a good man, a good man. But the incident on that bastard night a few years ago has completely erased his trust in the man who once filled his days with happy laughter. One thing he was grateful for from the meeting with Arya earlier was his hatred that disappeared somewhere when listening to Aryan explanation. But that feeling is no longer the same. In her turmoil, Aline decided to take a bath and ablution immediately. He always took a bath and ablution every time he came home. It just so happened that Dzuhur had entered, so Aline fulfilled his duty before his Lord. After the prayer, Aline plans to open a sosmed that he has been ignoring for almost two years. He had not had time to open his IG, HP ringing first interrupted his activities. The name 'si Mbok' is listed on the 6.7-inch HP screen. "Tumben the mbok call in the afternoon, usually early in the morning or at night?" his question was astonished but did not stop him sliding the green icon with the phone handle.

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum, Mbok."

"Wa'alaikumsalam," the voice of the man answered his greetings, making the one who called and who answered the phone surprised not to play.

"Bang Cris...?" he said inwardly recognizing the stern voice of the man across there. Aline intended to turn off her HP, but the voice across there first threatened her.

"Don't try to turn off the HP, or I'll track down your position right now!" threats, seriously.

"Fine!" Aline put the flat object back in her ear. He still remembered very well if his eldest brother had already confessed to him, it meant that he was in a big angry mode. And giving up is the best choice, because although rarely angry, but when once angry, Cris Tiochandra is more dangerous than Derry Tiochandra, especially Rio Tiochandra.

"good. Remember you in my voice?"

"How are you doing, dear brother?" this time Aline made a voice as marbled as possible, the weakness of the brother.

"good. How're you?" answer him with a still-difficult tone.

"Thank God be good, Bang. How are you, papi, mami, bang Rio and mbok? Why HP mbok is the same brother? How could you call me? Which mbok is it?"

"That's one, not the train. Habit!"

"Hehehe, yes maap, Bang. It's just angry!" lash.

"Not changed since before!"

"Belgium!"

"Marijuana!"

"But dear brother kaaaan??? Muah muah muah, I love you, Bang Cris," Aline seduce.

"Yes, my dear brother. Home why!"

Aline smiled at the tone of her brother's speech that had started to soften. "Later on, Bang. Now get some gini. And don't try to trace my position now if you don't want me to be determined!"

"You threatened Brother?"

"Yaaaa would have to. Kan Abang who made the promise earlier," said Aline sok spoiled.

"Deal," he finally softened. "Papi mami well, now again at home om Fian in Singapore. Maybe I'll be home tomorrow. Bang Rio mending you ask yourself, still have his phone number right?"

"Yes still. I call sometime. Trus, what's the mbok? How can the HP mbok be in Abang?"

"Si Mbok is sick, again in treatment. From now on ngigau-nigau keeps calling you. My brother was going to call my brother mbok. Look at the last call, there's a name 'Nak Alin', so just call. It was you."

"Where's the mbok doing now?"

"Udah mengingan, just still sleeping. Good thing that you came home first, if not ..."

"Stop! Don't follow up, Bang. I don't want to hear!"

"Do you know why the mbok can get sick? It's all because of you!" Then stream that story from Cris.

The flashback:

Cris returned to Batam on his first flight from Jakarta. Arriving in Batam, Rio picked her up and escorted her to their parents' house. Along the way, Cris told what he saw at RS X Jakarta yesterday.

"It's good that it's not Rosa, Bang. I can't imagine what it would be like if it was actually Rosa's body." Rio's bouncing in horror.

Rio Tiochandra's luxury car entered the spacious courtyard of his parents' house.

"I went straight to the apartment, Bang. Mommy's not going home today. Nginap first at home om Fian said."

"Oh, yeah. Brother wants to rest first. We just returned to the apartment."

"If so, I go back first. O yes, Bang, please check the mbok yes. From last night there wasn't any room out."

"OKAY. You careful!"

"Sip, Bang. Go ahead!"

Cris enters his parents' mansion. Vita, one of the ART's opened the door for her young master.

"Where is mbok, Vit?"

"From yesterday I hung myself in my room, Den. I called to eat but not to grieve."

Cris walked towards the mbok's room. Vita followed him. Cris knocks and calls ART and his nanny but there is no answer. Finally he decided to break down the door of the room, and what he saw first was the mbok lying on the floor of the cold room.

Soon Cris checked her condition, then carried the nanny to his car. Cris took the mbok to his hospital. Upon awakening, the mbok cried as he pleased to call his little employer, Rosaline.

"Bang, non Rosa isn't dead yet, is she? Si mbok heard himself bang Cris same bang Rio yesterday received a call from the hospital. Non Rosa is not dead, is she? huhuhuhuhu ...."

"Please calm down, Mbok. Drink up!" Cris then offered a glass of water to the old woman in front of him. The mbok took a few gulps and handed them back to Cris.

"Non Rosa .. Why not, Bang Cris?" tanyanya still so much.

"Mbok menguping my conversation with Rio yesterday?"

The mbok nodded. Cris sighed.

"That body is not Rosa, I made it myself. Just returned from Jakarta. Now Mbok rest, don't think strangely! I wish Rosa well wherever she is!"

I am glad to hear this news. A nurse fed him. After taking the medicine, he fell asleep.

Fatigued Cris eventually falls asleep in his room at the hospital. By late afternoon, Cris decided to go home to his apartment. But before going home, he checked the situation of the mbok and intended to contact a relative of his caretaker to keep him in the hospital. Cris then took HP the mbok. He checked the last call. Both incoming and outgoing calls are listed as 'Nak Alin'. Without a second thought, Cris dialed the number.

Flash back off.

"Thank God you're all right. The mbok is sleeping. Your number is Brother save. Don't refuse a call from your brother if you don't want you to pick him up!"

"Yes, Bang. If I don't pick up the phone, then I'm working. If I'm not busy, God willing, I'll call you back."

It was silent for a moment before Aline continued his words.

"Bang, please let me stay here first. Quite brother and the mbok who know. I promise to take good care of myself here!"

"As long as you don't cut off communication, you'll take care."

"Don't try to track my position, right? I promised you!" protest with a voice of fear.

"Quiet down. My brother will not break his promise. But if you succeed you find it your own way, you'll bring you home!"

"Where to go, Bang?? My house is here. Don't forget, I'm not part of that family anymore." Rosaline's trembling voice made Cris' heart grimly hear her.

"At any time, you'll still be a part of this family. Papi was just an emotion at the time."

"Bang Cris, the phone will go on later. I need to get ready for work."

"Work? What do you do this Sunday?"

"There's a. What matters is halal. Yes, yes, Bang. Titip the mbok. Later the conversation will be connected again. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Aline ended the call with her oldest brother. There is a feeling of longing that is healed.

So did Cris. He wanted to scold his naughty little brother, but he did not. Apparently, the pain of the mbok made a blessing for him. He knew the condition of his beloved sister. Alhamdulillaah, his misses are treated.