
Mr. Udin ran quickly while shouting from the lobby as he descended the emergency stairs.
The loud and loud voice surprised Dyah to turn to look at Pak Udin who was running in a row.
"What's this about? What's with Rara, Dyah?" repeat Mr. Udin who looked riled up when he saw Rara unconscious.
Dyah also panicked. There was a feeling of guilt tucked into his heart.
"Dyah came, Rara had fainted," replied Dyah weakened.
Mr. Udin immediately lifted Rara's body and was taken into the taxi car. The taxi driver got into his cab and turned on the taxi to drive Rara to the hospital.
"Come in!! You will take the car there after you," said Mr. Udin slowly while closing the taxi door after Dyah sat in the seat while holding Rara's head on both thighs.
Dyah just nodded slowly. His face still looked panicked, and stared softly at Rara who was still closing her eyes.
'Why are you, Ra? What happened to you exactly?' inner Dyah in her heart while rubbing the cheeks of Chubby Rara.
Fifteen minutes later, the taxi had entered the hospital courtyard. The taxi had stopped, the driver ran straight to the ER for help bringing a wheeled gurney to bring the unconscious patient.
The taxi door was opened by the taxi driver. Dyah lowered Rara's head from her thigh and got off the taxi.
Two male nurses have arrived with wheeled gurneys. They try to lift Rara and lay Rara down on the wheeled gurney.
Dyah was worried, his body could not remain silent. His feet just kept pacing back and forth in front of the ER room. Dyah waited for the results of the initial examination by the doctor who was handling Rara inside.
One pat on Dyah's shoulder made Dyah surprised and turned towards the person who patted her.
"How's Rara doing?" asked Mr. Udin who came suddenly and surprised himself.
"Astagfirullah ... Mr. Udin, I was very surprised," said Dyah with a heartbeat that beat harder because of shock.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dy. Rara how?" tanya Pak Udin repeated the same question to Dyah.
"Still in check by the doctor" replied Dyah briefly. Dyah's heart was still racing between shock and anxiety mixed into one.
Hearing Dyah's answer, Mr. Udin's heart was more and more unbecoming. Mr. Udin felt guilty about all this, it could be that his speech had made Rara more cornered and frustrated until Rara fainted thinking about the speech along the way.
Mr. Udin was not calm, occasionally saw the ER room that was still closed and there were no signs of open from inside by the nurse or the doctor who was examining Rara.
THE KREEKK!!
The door to the ER room was open. One doctor followed one nurse out of the room and walked out to the doctor's office without speaking.
Dyah ran slowly after the doctor and likened his steps to the doctor.
"How Rara is doing. He's my best friend. What happened to her?" ask Dyah very quickly and repeatedly.
The doctor's steps stopped, his body facing Dyah who was asking him to talk.
"That's what's inside your friend? What's name?" ask the doctor slowly. His face looked calm and relaxed, as if nothing had happened.
"Rubber. She's Rara, my best friend," Dyah replied quickly.
"You know, your best friend is pregnant? Where's her husband then?" the doctor asked quietly and looked at Dyah waiting for the answer to be thrown by Dyah.
Dyah nodded slowly towards the doctor answering the doctor's question.
"The husband does not exist" said Dyah briefly do not want to beat around the bush.
"none? Who will take care of the patient?" ask the doctor while chuckling.
The look on Dyah's face that was panicked and anxious to hear the doctor's nudity instantly disappeared the panic that had enveloped him.
'Uh. Just answer me, use the muter-muter asked this and that ended up laughing. The sick man joked, ' said Dyah in his heart with his regret to the doctor.
"Hey ... Why is your face like that?" ask the doctor without any guilt.
"Doctor yqng good. How's Rara really doing?" asked Dyah still in a soft and polite voice.
The doctor took a deep breath and exhaled very slowly.
"I'm sorry" the doctor said slowly and walked away again leaving Dyah still confused.
Feeling neglected Dyah pulled the doctor's arm in annoyance.
"You don't mess around!! I asked well. But you seem to be playing with answers!!" firmly with a loud voice.
The doctor smiled broadly. The doctor thought this would happen.
"Rara is fine. There are spots but the content is still safe. He has to rest a lot and should not be stressed" the doctor explained.
"Alright," replied the short Dyah directly turned towards the room of the ER.
Dyah was still upset and left the doctor himself staring at Dyah's departure just like that.
Mr. Udin was already in the ER room. Soon, Rara will be moved to a VIP inpatient room. Mr. Udin has taken care of all the administration for Rara.
"Sir Udin? Rara's conscious?" it was Dyah's turn to ask Mr. Udin. Since then even busy taking care of doctors who do not have the character.
"It has. It's just sleeping again. He asked you and complained that his stomach was sick and bruised. What's the latena?" asked Mr. Udin slowly who was so worried about the situation of Rara, the woman he still loved.
"Doctor said, Rara stress and fatigue resulted in spots. If left could be a miscarriage," replied Dyah slowly.
Dyah walked towards Rara and stood beside Rara's bed.
"Jaga Rara, for Dad, Dy. You're gonna find Cantas!!" said Mr. Udin firmly.
Mr. Udin was very disappointed with the attitude of Cantas, the former Rara.
"Don't Sir. Let Mas Hendra take care of Cantas," replied Dyah quickly.
Dyah was well aware of Mr. Udin's disappointment and concern.
"alright. Make Cantas take responsibility for all his actions," said Mr. Udin a little cruel.
"Ra?" call out a gentle Dyah while rubbing the black hair that is on the pillow.
Rara had just closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. He was lazy to talk to Mr. Udin. The middle-aged man who was still honest loved Rara to this day.
Both of his eyes opened slowly, then looked towards Dyah who was also staring at him.
"Dy .." - Lirih Rara.
Both of Dyah's hands immediately clasped tightly onto Rara's hands. As a friend, Dyah also wants to accompany Rara when Rara is down.