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Chapter 16 Headache

The Bayu office.

"Whose name are you?"

Bayu asked the graceful girl with black mini-skirt and white shirt in front of her.

"Amanda."

"OKAY. Okay Amanda. Now you can be my secretary. You can go straight to work today. Your desk is right over there."

Bayu pointed to the workspace outside the glass door. A room not far from his. Separated only by the door.

"Thank you sir."

Amanda exits Bayu's room and steps up to his desk. It's lucky that Amanda got a job today from Hans. Hans is Mr. Herman's business partner. Their closeness is like family. They often spend time together. Amanda's? Not going on holiday to Japan?

They postpone the holiday until Amanda becomes Hans's legal wife. Or a mistress? I don't know.

"My new boss is pretty good too." whispered Amanda's heart as she exited Bayu's room.

Bayu tries to contact Deandra but his number is always inactive. Sure enough, in the Pesantren hut the santri are forbidden to wear hape. If caught later will be hit ta'dhir or punishment.

Bayu twisted his brain to meet Deandra. Deandra's face had blown away her focal point. The piled up work he had not checked at all. Just hold the pen and bite the tip. Oh Deandra's....

Deandra, why is it that the more days my chest rumbles the more it hurts?

Are you all right?

Soon he took the car keys and darted into a boarding school. Saturday and Sunday he planned to go to Pondok Pesantren where Deandra studied.

"Ma, I'm not going home today. Going out of town on a weekend."

Bayu sent a message via WhatsApp to his mother's device. He's always allowed to go wherever he goes even if he's not a kid anymore. Bayu is indeed in his twenties, but his attitude and nature exceeds that of a mature adult man.

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Deandra had a terrible headache. After drinking chocolate milk.

"Oh, my head hurts."

Deandra whimpered in pain. Marsha's gone to leave Deandra. After arguing with dusty pink tunic. His roommates all went home. Exactly two months Deandra was in a new environment with new regulations. Far from his life. A lot of changes he got. Starting from dress, speech, worship and began to appreciate friends.Light only that day Friday afternoon many santriwati who came home. Marsha included.

Deandra was on the floor.

"It's sick. My head."

Deandra whimpered in pain. His body was drowning on the floor of the room. The condition of the pesantren is rather quiet.

By late afternoon, a row of parents visited their daughter who was not allowed to go home. Some people miss with hugging. Some miss with chat. Some people miss looking at a photo. Yes, the girl with the cheek of the cabi took off the longing in the chest by looking at a family photo. A black-framed photo of wood. An incomplete picture with mom and dad. But, just a photo of Deandra and her mother. The papa's photo has been ripped off a long time ago. When Deandra finds out her papa hurt her mother by bringing another woman home. Happiness has changed too. That's a little story about Deandra.

"Maylor,"

Fitri saw Deandra when she went to her room. He intends to listen to Deandra's speech which was delayed. At that time they were talking about Raka. You guys remember, don't you?

Fitri was a little panicked at Deandra's condition. But soon he dismissed his panic by saying thoyibah sentences and istighfar tones.

"You why Deandra? Tolooo. Help me!"

Fitri shouted out of the room for help. Coincidentally there were some santri guardians who were near them. The santri guardian was fittingly sitting on the terrace of the next room.

"What's wrong, mbak?" Ask the middle-aged man.

"Where's deck?" Ask the glasses woman.

"This sir. My friend fainted. Can you help me?"

"Yes. How about mbak."

"I'll call for help. Please my mom or dad wait for my friend."

"Love the wind oil first Deck. Try."

The mother thrust the aromatherapy wind oil that was removed from her black bag. Wind oil roller on scented lemon.

"Deandra, wake up De."

Fitri brought the aromatherapy wind oil closer to Deandra's nose. Deandra who was lying now in the lap of Fitri. Fitri's hand squeezed his fingers. The girl's pashmina nude hijab was stretched by her neck.

"It's not conscious yet, Mom."

Fitri is out looking for help. And he found that Bening was washing dirty dishes. Fitri also explained what happened and invited Bening to the location.

"Mayandra...."

Clear patting cabi Deandra's cheeks. His eyes are still open.

"We'll take it to Raka's doctor's clinic." Clear Say.

"Yuk."

Fitri and Bening pushed the girl into the car. White cars drove to their destination.

The Clinic's

"Please Deandra doc."

"Dandra?"

"He why?"

"Don't know doc, I found out he had passed out."

"Let me check in soon."

Doctor Raka checked the girl's wrist and eyes. Move the stethoscope to look for a heartbeat.

"We wait until we wake up."

"Where's doc? Deandra's not papa, is she?" Tanya Fitri was worried.

"You're calm Deandra's okay with just soy sauce."

"His blood pressure dropped dramatically so he had to rest a lot. Later if you take medicine God will also recover." Answer Raka.

Deandra was still unconscious. Friday prayers are over but he has not rested yet. Eyes still closed. Fitri was still waiting for the girl beside him.

"Doctor, Napa Deandra isn't conscious yet?" Ask Fitri when Dr. Raka enters the room

patient next door.

Fitri then went for food and passed Raka on the hospital corridor road.

"I gave you medicine. So that the pain in his head decreases."

"Where am I?"

Deandra's eyes skinned the ceiling of the room. His right hand moved a little.

"Sister Fit."

"So you passed out in the room."

Fitri stroking Deandra's fingers. Deandra was silent for a moment. Trying to remember what was done before fainting.

"Aww, shhh." Sizzle Deandra with a grimacing face in pain holding her head.

Raka enters Deandra's ward. Deandra still seems weakly drooping. But he is conscious.

"Where is it good?" Ask Raka. He followed the nurse by carrying a daily patient journal.

Deandra was silent.

"Pain in the head still hurts?" Ask Raka again. This time his tone was softer than the first. But the one being spoken to was still silent as well.

Raka throws a sincere smile. But Deandra welcomed the smile with a face.

Raka stepped out of Deandra's nursery.

"Suster, please take good care of Deandra's patient! Don't let him do anything."

"Nice doc."

The next Saturday morning, someone parked a white Fortuner car in Pondok Pesantren Tahfiz princess. He opened the windshield and opened the seat belt.

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