HANDICAPPED GIRL

34 GC

Mr. Ramlan who saw anxiety on the face of Cik Uut, gopoh he pulled the car door handle. Dirga also did the same after turning off the car engine, also down near Cik Uut. There is no salaman event. Because distracted with Missus who suddenly approached with a face of chaos.

"Please Nia......" Ms. Uut continued the word. His breath was just a little free to supply the air. The thick-bodied woman, decorated with floral motifs with Ciput in the head is still trying to neutralize her breath.

"Why is she Miss?" It was Dirga who asked back. His face suddenly worried. The adult man clad in a dark blue t-shirt and blue jens pants, was very afraid of bad things happening to Nia. He has not apologized for what he has done so far.

"It's feverish. The body's hot, we think it's just a normal fever. Said Fatimah had taken the stall medicine this morning. But the heat just went down for a little while, you know it's now a seizure in the room. The plan is to be taken to the health center, we need a vehicle" explained Cik Uut at length, so that Ramlan and Dirga no longer ask why he approached them.

"Astagfirullah.." just arrived, Mr. Ramlan was greeted with shocking news. Fever to seizures is not a normal disease. Late handling, life is at stake. Obviously Mr. Ramlan was very worried about Nia, the former housekeeper he loved as much as his own son. He was married to his son Dirga.

Without being commanded again, Dirga immediately ran into the Fatimah buk house. Miss Uut and Mr. Ramlan followed behind. The step to both is no less wide.

Suitcase and a few hands, have not been put down. Still in the trunk of the car. Let it be, it's been a business lately. Looking at Nia's condition first, that's what comes first. Thought sir Ramlan.

Without greetings, without permission, Dirga immediately broke into the Fatimah buk house which began to be touched by termites. It's not that I don't know how the guest got, it's just that now it's an emergency.

Arriving inside the house, there was no need to find where Nia's room was, because there was already the sound of a woman's cry that was ceaselessly mentioning Nia's name. That must be Fatimah's voice. The room is next to the living room. The distance from Dirga is now only five meters. Dirga swung a step there. His leg range was not as wide as it was. Dirga passed through the living room with a worn sopa chair as the only ornament.

The door of the room opened, showing the view of an old woman who was busy compressing the forehead of the princess who was lying on a cotton mattress measuring 120 x 200 cm. While the person being treated, like a corpse, was stiff, motionless. His face was pale too. Dirga stuck on the door. Suddenly someone attacked the ulu heart, grieving. One side he wanted to directly barge in and lift Nia into the car. On the other hand, Dirga just realized, who he was, only a stranger who much harm. If she suddenly held Nia, what said the woman who was sitting next to Nia.

Buk Fatimah was not aware of Dirga's presence. Lucky Ms. Uut and Mr. Ramlan who immediately followed into a mess of Dirga confusion.

"We're taking it to the puskesmas now! Quickly prepare what to bring!" Ms. Uut was already standing next to Nia's bed. Spontaneous Buk Fatimah turned to the source of the voice. It turns out that Cik Uut is not alone, he is accompanied by two different generations of men. He knew who the two men were.

"Your....!" greet Mr. Ramlan, when their gazes collide.

There is no authorization, Ms. Uut continues to scroll the map. There was a sense of wanting to rampage, as his gaze turned to look at the person who had already destroyed Nia's future. But this is not the right time. Nia is more important.

"Ga..take Nia to the car!" directly, Mr. Ramlan gave command.

At first Dirga hesitated, Fatimah's buk gaze looks haggard towards him. Hatefully.

Dirga approaching. Buk Fatimah shifted herself. He made room for Dirga to lift Nia up. Actually there is a sense of unwillingness to let the bastard man back touch his son Nia, but not Fatimah power to prevent. Nia's condition should be immediately in help.

"Wait!" buk Fatimah is speaking. When Dirga was ready to lift Nia's body. His hands were also tucked under Nia's neck and legs. For a moment he turned to Buk Fatimah and slowly withdrew his hand.

Pandanga pak Ramlan also Cik Uut centered on the same object, buk Fatimah.

Buk Fatimah with a slight limp walked towards the closet. In the door is a cube-shaped object that almost separated from its hinge. It turned out that she grabbed a piece of black bergo hijab and took the wallet there, then came back to Nia to be paired with the hijab. Dirga. Once the hijab is perfectly attached. Dirga immediately held Nia. It really shook Dirga's body when her skin touched Nia's body. A taste that should not appear at a time like this, spreads by itself. But how about it, he's a normal guy. His face and Nia who was a short distance away, stirred up the heat current in his body. Dirga cursed his primitive side. For the person who is there is not aware of the change in facial features that turn red.

Mr. Ramlan walked ahead. Open the middle car door. Buk Fatimah first enter. Then very carefully Dirga put Nia in the car. A little difficult, because Nia is in a fainting state. The heat in his body can also be felt Dirga. After Nia entered perfectly, Ms. Uut also entered as a guide He sat down while holding Nia's feet.

Nia is in a comfortable position. Fatimah's buk feet are a cushion. The car was ready to move to bring Nia to the sub-district puskesmas with Dirga as the driver. Mr. Ramlan also sat in the front passenger seat.

Good thing Dirga brought a big car, it turns out there are benefits. If you bring a sedan, you can imagine how difficult it is.

About forty minutes drive, Dirga car began to enter the district health center area. Lucky it is now only eleven in the afternoon, so the puskesmas is still open service. If it had been above twelve noon, it would have traveled another five kilos only to reach the district, the only hospital there.

That's village. Health centers are hard to reach. Moreover, the practice doctor, at least only one person in each sub-district. Not to mention the hollow road, it had become the daily food of the people in the village.

That's the condition behind Abrar coming home once a week. In addition to the less friendly road, he also opened an afternoon practice in the districts. Many people came for treatment, because he was the only reliable mantri.

Abrar stopped the car right in front of the ER door. Until there Nia's condition is still unconscious. Mr. Ramlan and Dirga quickly went down and asked the health workers for help.

One gurney pushed two officers in front of Dirga's car. Quickly Nia down and pushed into the ER. Mr. Ramlan, not Fatimah, Miss Uut is behind. Dirga parked the car first. In the ER, there was Abrar.

"Nia???!"

Seriate....