Hold on or let go!
The Eps 33
By night Mak was awake. Alby rushed to the doctor. Incidentally the doctor who is guarding tonight is not a doctor. Sakti will practice tomorrow morning.
Mak's condition is still very weak after surgery. Mak's eyes are only able to blink and nod weakly.
"How about doc?", asked Alby.
"Mrs Titin's condition is actually improving, it's just possible for some time she has to adapt to her heart's performance. So far he's been fine. I give you some more medicine so that Madam can rest tonight."
"Thank God, thank you doc!", said Alby.
My hand is holding my palm again.
"Sir, you're healthy!"
Mak nodded weakly and I saw that there was a warm grain in the corner of his eye.
"Lho..kok even cry Mak? You need anything? Or is someone sick?", I'm starting to worry.
Not answering my question, Mak just looked at Alby with a difficult look to quantify.
"Let Mak break neng. What do you want Aa to buy for dinner?"
"What is it !"
After saying goodbye to me and Mak, Alby came out of Mak's room. He stepped at the foot of the canteen menu.
While waiting for the rice to be wrapped, Alby chose to enjoy a cup of hot tea.
His mind is glaring. Imagine tomorrow morning. The day she and Silvy are forced to marry.
Alby's phone is vibrating. There's a chat coming in from someone who's going to be his second wife tomorrow for her.
[A, I can't wait to be your wife. Wait for me, baby, we'll see you tomorrow morning. And tonight while I'm staying at a hotel near the hospital]
Alby rubbed his face rough. Is there a girl model non Silvy? If she wanted to, she could appoint anyone to be her husband. But why should he be himself?
In Mak's nursery, Mak falls asleep again. To fill the boredom, I chose to play my phone. There were a few chats I just opened. One of them is from Febri.
Seeing his chat already blue tick, Febri also connects Bia. Dingan second, Bia already picked up the phone from her.
[Assalamualaikum Nduk?]
[Guardalagsalam. Yes, what's up?]
[You asked Mak. You see, from yesterday you did not ngabarin Mas.]
[Sorry, I forgot]
[Yes nothing. But your condition is better?]
[Alhamdulillah it is. The operation was smooth. I also have been mumbling]
[Alhamdulillah, mas join nduk seneng]
[Thank you mas]
[Oh yes, by chance tomorrow morning mas to the district office, if you can mas want to stop by there. Look at Mak]
[Oh.ya..can mas].
[At least ten o'clock already there. Tell me where Mak's ward is]
[In Tulip Room 12 mas]
[Oh, I'll see you tomorrow, Nduk. Assalamualaikum]
[Guardiansalam]
The conversation between Me and Febri was over with Alby coming into the room.
"Neng, eat first!", pinta Alby while taking me to sit on the sofa. I also obey him. Since our union, my feelings have improved a little. A little.. very little!
Alby opened my food container, he took the food with a spoon and pointed it in front of my lips.
"I can eat alone" I refused.
"Aa know. But I want to neng nyuapin. Aaakk....?", Alby still thrusting the rice in front of my mouth. I don't want to open my mouth to take the rice. After bribing me, he ate. We ate one serving together.
Almost nine o'clock in the evening, I performed the Isha prayer. We pray here.
Hopefully we can still pray together like this until later yes Neng! Alby extended his hand to kiss me.
Oh my God, I hope nothing bad!
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"You go to the room first, baby, with Bik Mila. Papa Sapto mang would like to talk for a minute."
"Yes pa!", Mila took her employer's son's hand into the hotel room they rented. The hotel is not far from the hospital. Hartama chose this hotel to facilitate their mobilization tomorrow.
"Sapto! Tomorrow morning, you clean up Titin's room before Silvy gets there. And make sure, the foreman is on time."
"Good sir."
Sapto resigned from his place. Inevitably and with a forced heart, he must obey the orders of his master.
Hartama contacted his men who were guarding around the hospital. He wanted to make sure that Alby didn't run away and keep their safety.
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Azan dawn reverberated a few minutes ago along with the nurse who had checked Mak's condition. The doctor will check it out.
"Sus, after this can't I bathe mom anyway? It seems he's uncomfortable."
"Of course, Mom."
Before I wiped off Mak's body, I closed the curtains around the gurney.
"I'm sorry, Mom. Bia lap Mak's body, make seger."
Mak nodded and smiled thinly even though his mouth was covered by breathing apparatus.
Before long I wiped off Mak and put Mak's clothes back on, I looked up at the slight commotion in this room. Alby sounds like he's refusing something, but I don't know what it is. Out of curiosity, I also pulled the curtains and approached Alby who was facing some burly men.
"Naon A?", I asked.
"Sorry madam, we are just following your orders. This room will be a little we trim for the preparation of our lady's ijab qobul with Mr. Alby."
One of the men explained clearly regardless of the planning beside Alby.
"Qobul job?", I repeat.
"Mistress bethel. Miss Silvy is getting married here."
That means I have to watch my own husband's wedding?? What kind of absurdity is this .
"Wait, why should I be here. My mother just finished surgery."
"Sorry Madam, we're just following orders."
"Neng..!", Alby grabbed my shoulder.
"Even I really feel like a very stupid person!".
"Darling, why are you talking like that???"
"Well, didn't you know that your marriage was going to be in the lane this fast even in front of my eyes, huh??? Where do you feel??", I sped up a little bit of that sentence.
Hartama people just look at their prospective employers.
"Darling...?"
"Don't touch me!", I said, raising my palm.
"Miss. I also don't like this situation. I can't see your tears!".
Hearing the commotion of the couple, Hartama's men prepared what his boss had instructed.
"I'm out!", I said slowly.
Alby couldn't stop it. Because Alby is convinced that Bia will not act recklessly.
Bja's feet just stepped out of the room. He saw that there were some people dressed like the housekeepers of the table and sofa in Mak's room.
Are they also her people, Mr Hartama?
