HANDICAPPED GIRL
43 GC
Mr. Ramlan is already inside the ER room. His presence was really at the right time. Nia will soon be moved to the treatment room.
Buk Fatimah was confused, when asked if the nurse wanted to be moved in the room what Nia. Obviously at the moment it has no cost. Let alone to pay for the cost of this famous expensive hospital, for daily meals he and Nia must save money.
"You're moving in what chamber, sir, the patient?" Finally the nurse asked Ramlan again. When the old man came in.
The nurse must have thought Mr. Ramlan was Nia's father, or rather mistaken for Fatimah's buk husband. Because buk Fatimah has not given a decision and said it will wait for the family decision.
Nia must be moved to the treatment room immediately. His condition is stable. Stay the recovery process. Now the eight-monthly woman, who will be called the mother, is peacefully asleep.
"To the first class room only sus" replied Mr. Ramlan confidently. Instantly making a buk Fatimah looked at herself with a bundle into the nutmeg. Buk sign Fatimah objected. He is clearly incapable. Let alone in the first grade, in the third grade it is expensive to ask for forgiveness.
The hospital where Nia was treated was one of the best private hospitals. For the cost of rooms in third grade per night only, almost close to the number one million. Especially in first grade, it can be close to number two. It's just the cost of the room, not the medicine as well as other costs. It could be per day will spend millions of rupiah. Fantastic price in Fatimah's buk bag. What they have to wear they pay for it. While the money in the wallet is left three pieces of red money, and other small fractions that when in total are not up to fifty thousand.
"Then, you can take care of his administration first sir! Finished administration, later we will immediately move the patient.
"Look!"
"Come.my father accompany me to the registration section to determine the room!"
Before following the nurse's steps, Mr. Ramlan handed the rice bag to the Fatimah buk. "Eat! Taking care of the sick takes a lot of energy" said Mr. Ramlan, then he opened the steps.
"Sir...!" buk Fatimah held back the steps of the old man who looked tired. Sleepy, of course. Mr. Ramlan stopped, now he looked at Fatimah who was left one step away from him. The sister came out of the room.
"If you can't be in first class. Too expensive" great-grandson of Fatimah's buk slowly. He said what had stuck in his heart since. Not to mention in the head of the string, worried about thinking where to look for a loan.
Mr. Ramlan smiled, "No problem, anyways this is for my future daughter-in-law and granddaughter. I'll pay all the fees. Buk Fatimah do not worry" said Mr. Ramlan sincerely. He could read what Fatimah was thinking.
"But we don't want to bother you too much"
"Don't talk like that, Nia's our responsibility. I consider him my own child. Lagian Nia experienced this, also because of my son" said Mr. Ramlan a little firmly. After saying that, Mr. Ramlan again swung a step.
***
Nia's been moved in the room as Mr. Ramlan said. First class rose room. Although not as luxurious as VIP or VVIP rooms, at least in first class rooms the facilities are quite comfortable. The larger space. Because he is not alone like in the third and second grades who will share the room with other patients. It disturbs the comfort of the patient and family.
In this first class room is equipped with AC, TV, cabinets where to store goods. Refrigerator and a sofa in complete with a medium-sized table that is devoted to the family or visitors.
Fatimah's Buk accompanied Nia in this room. Mr. Ramlan and Dirga are looking for a nearby hotel for them to rest.
***
Morning greet.
No dawn Nia had woken up. He saw that Fatimah was asleep on the sofa which was positioned at the foot of the bed Nia.
Nia's stomach feels rumbling. From yesterday he missed a meal. Now the condition is not as messy and as good as yesterday. It must be the faten medicine that has worked well. Mr. Ramlan did ask the doctor to provide the best treatment. The medicines were ordered which were all good. He did not think about the price, the important thing is that Nia quickly recovered.
Nia's eyes scanned the infusion bottle hanging on the iron pole. Remaining half.
The bladder feels full. Nia wants to go to the toilet. Wanting to wake up Fatimah's buk is not good, the old man's mess. Since then, there has been less rest.
He himself cannot. Physical limitations are the cause. Where could Nia rely on just one hand. Without thinking the door of the room opened. Kontan Nia. There's Dirga there.
Nia is not hijab. Her hair just ran out. Although it looks pale, but still beautiful and cute. The night before returning to sleep, Nia removed her headscarf. Which then stored Fatimah buk on the back of the sofa.
Nia stiffened back. Although Dirga seemed to be starting to change and had expressed his apology to, but the fear still lingered. Nia was afraid that Dirga was back to doing things.
Nia turned her face as Dirga got closer to her bed. If possible, Nia does not want to meet Dirga.
"Nia?!" call Dirga to the woman who looks to the left.
One of the questions, what does the man want in his room, at dawn?.
"Sister here bring you a snack. Papa said since yesterday you haven't eaten. So last night papa told sister to buy him this snack" Turns out Dirga did not come empty-handed. There was a white bag with a supermarket in his hand. "Pengen was escorted last night, but sister was tired" Dirga tried to explain the reason for her arrival this morning. His tone sounded stiff in the dim. Like a subordinate trying to communicate with a superior. Like a sentence of conceptual results that are expressed with great caution. Afraid wrong.
Nia flinching. Shut up in that position. Only the lashes move. In Nia's heart hoped Dirga would soon come out of the room. He could not bear to pee.
A minute, two minutes after putting the plastic wrap on the small cupboard next to the nutmeg bed Nia, Dirga did not move. He stood watching Nia. The observed one put on a shrunken face holding something that almost came out.
"Why isn't she still here?" finally a question pitched chief sparked from Nia. He tried to sit. It turns out that it still exists.
"Huh...?" The dirga wave. I didn't think Nia would finally talk. Because from yesterday a single word did not say for him. Coincidentally again, Dirga just saw a very beautiful natural morning scenery. Much different from the putty-faced Geby.
This time Nia threw away anger, prestige or what it was. "Nia's going to the toilet, big brother, why are you still here?!" still ketus.
Dirga remembered how difficult it was yesterday when Nia was going to the toilet. So, without asking him to remove the infusion from the pole.
"What do you want?!" Nia was getting shocked.
"Lolongin you" said Dirga casually.
"It can be alone!"
"Udah. Where can you go to the toilet yourself"
Actually it can't, it's just that Nia still put hate.
Nia locked lips. He also frothed down from the bed with the infusion already in Dirga's hands. The way back to attack. Almost Nia kissed the cold of the floor, if Dirga was not nimble to catch.
"Can. You should have said.!, just ask for help" said Dirga. He became nervous himself about Nia's behavior.
Without ba, bi, ma'am, Nia's body was already floating in Dirga's sling.
"What do you want?! Nia gurgling.
"Then you go to the toilet, what do you want?" Dirga pulled down his thick black eyebrows.
A second of those eyes was able to bewitch Nia. For Nia to quickly come to her senses, she hurriedly threw away her gaze, and reminded herself that the person who was carrying her, was Dirga the destroyer of her life.
In silence there are eyes that observe the interaction to both. He buk Fatimah who deliberately still pretends to be sound in his dream. Since hearing Nia's first words, she had already opened her eyes.
He swung his way to the toilet. He sat Nia right above the closed closet. Fortunately fantastic in first class, in the toilet already prepared a place to hang the infusion. Dirga out after making sure all is safe.
Nia breathed a sigh of relief after her wish was channeled.
Dirga swiftly lifted Nia back to the bed, after the young mama candidates finished with their business.
Seriate........
