
Verro's question made Vandy suddenly dazed. He also did not know what to say to Azizi. It was worth it to say hello to Azizi.
" Hay Azizi, how are you?" vandy asked, trying to calm down.
" I'm fine," Azizi replied flatly.
He still could not believe that he could meet the man who used to be in his life. Men who do not want to be responsible for their content. When I met Vandy. Azizi was still holding her eyes so as not to cry.
If asked heartache surely who does not hurt one with all the events. Where Vandy seems to throw himself. Leave it in the bully and instead run away from its responsibilities.
" What are you doing here?" ask Vandy.
" I'm taking my son for treatment" Azizi replied calmly.
" Son, son" said Vandy shocked to hear the word child.
" Azizi is married to Vandy" Verro said.
" Oh so it seems," said Vandy flat. He couldn't have responded to what everything was like.
" You must not have expected the news of the wedding. I was also very surprised. Tau-tau Azizi is married. And already have a son" said Verro.
" That's right," said Vandy who could not respond as to what.
" Yes already, Verro I'm out first. Iqbal was afraid to wake up" Azizi said.
" Ha already," said Verro.
" Hmmm, excuse me! come," said Azizi pergk directly.
He really couldn't stand it for long there. Verro just nodded. Vandy still looks very confused. Even Vandy continued to look at Azizi's back which was walking increasingly further and further away.
" So she's married and has kids. What the kid... No, where is possible. She was married and naturally had a child, "inner Vandy seemed to think of something. It's possible that Vandy thought about his past with Azizi.
" What's looking for me?" ask Verro. Vandy silence.
" Vandy!" reproof Verro.
" Oh. Yes, why was that?" ask Vandy nervously.
" Why look for me?" ask Verro again.
" It's I'm just giving you this," Vandy replied with nervousness.
" You've got a problem, you seem to lack focus" Verro guessed at his unusual companion.
" Oh, no. I'm just a little sleep deprived" replied Vandy. Clearly the lack of focus of his mind that constantly leads to Azizi the new woman he meets and will definitely make him completely unfocused.
" Yes I went outside first" said Vandy who immediately said goodbye.
" Weird," muttered Verro.
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Azizi entered the nursery of her son. Azizi pulled out a chair and sat down next to her sleeping baby. Azizi held the hand the son put on his cheek.
" Dear, you'll be healed, I'm sure you'll be healed soon. You're not going to leave your mom. My mother has no one but you. Mom loves you very much. Don't stay with your mom" said Azizi, who was terrified of losing her son.
" We will stay together forever" said Azizi, who tried to strengthen himself.
Hearing the child affected by cancer does make it drop immediately. He did not expect that his son would have cancer. This is her biggest test as a mother. For the suffering of the child will be his suffering.
" Mama" Iqbal said.
" Dear, you're awake" Azizi said.
" Why is Iqbal weak, Iqbal wants to play?" ask Iqbal who wants to sit down. Azizi immediately stood up and tried to help the son.
" Dear, you don't move. You're still sick" Azizi said, persuading her son.
" Iqbal wants to go home, Iqbal does not want to be here, the place smells, the place is not good," whined Iqbal who did not like the hospital. He was so afraid of what other hospital tools were syringes.
" Iqbal shouts mom, you can't be in this situation. You must be treated to recover quickly," said Azizi with full affirmation to his son. But Iqbal kept whining about wanting to leave and not wanting to be in the hospital.
" No, Iqbal wants to go. Iqbal wanted to go home, "Iqbal kept wanting to go home until Azizi was overwhelmed to hold his son. Iqbal continued to rebel beating Azizi who had hugged him earlier.
" Dear, you don't do this, you'll get sicker" Azizi tried to persuade her son. But his son's energy was stronger. Iqbal insisted on leaving the place. Eventually his seat grew longer and more sidelined.
Bruckk.
As a result, Iqbal and Azizi both fell on the floor.
" geez Iqbal!" azizi shouted at the sight of her son already injured and the severed pull of the impus. The back of his hand was immediately injured.
" Eeeeeeeeee, Iqbal cries in pain.
" Help! Doctor! Doctor!" yelled Azizi who asked for help. Because of panic with his son who already knows what. Iqbal just cried worse and Azizi just got more panicked.
suddenly Vandy passed by from the room and saw what was happening in the room. Vandy ran into the room.
" Gosh what's going on?" ask Vandy to panic. Seeing the arrival of Vandy makes Azizi dumb.
Vandy who did not get any answers immediately quickly carried his son and carried his son on the bed.
Azizi immediately stood up to see the condition of the same son was dying.
" Why is it like this?" asked the panicked Vandy who directly examined Iqbal who was still crying. He checked using a stescope and directly paired the Iqbal impus gently.
" eeeeeee, eeeeeee..." Iqbal kept crying in pain.
" You're crying, there's nothing to cry about, don't cry, the doctor helps you to check, yes" said Vandy who tried to calm Ikbal who whined unclearly.
While Azizi was still silent and only saw how Vandy was trying to silence his son.
" Iqbal doesn't want to be here Doctor. Stinking place. So Iqbal wants to go home. But my mother forbade Iqbal" Iqbal said.
" You can't go home. You're still sick. So obviously your mom forbids. You can't band. Don't cry anymore" said Vandy.
Azizi continued to see Vandy who silenced his son until the condition of his son was completely calm and even Iqbal had fallen asleep after successfully persuaded Iqbal.
" He won't be anything" said Vandy, seeing Azizi.
" Yes, thank you for helping me" Azizi said. Holding the tightness in his chest while talking to Vandy seemed to awaken a wound that had not dried up at all.
What else is with what he sees now. Vandy's a really clear man in his hate. Now help his son and it makes his heart hurt. The man should have done nothing to make him sick.
" You are so evil Vandy, you are so evil to me," inner Azizi felt hurt.
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