I Just Want to Be Loved
conditions Richa
BRUK!
Richa fell to the floor.
" Dear...!"
" She...!" With a quick movement Fakhri had run up to Richa and lifted him into his clothes.
" ah.... Richa, Honey... Hikk hikk." Cyka checked her daughter's body temperature.
' Hot.' Inner Cyka.
" What happened to him ?" fakhri asked frantically, "Don't she just be okay ?" Not getting an answer from Cyka, he immediately ran out with Richa in his arms, followed by Cyka who kept crying.
" Sir, open the car." Fakhri told his private driver.
" Good young master." replied the driver sparingly.
Fakhri directly got into the car followed by the cyka through the other side car door.
" Road sir. "Fakhri orders the driver.
" Ready sir. " The driver drove the car quickly.
Cyka clasped her daughter's hand tightly, while continuing to cry incessantly.
" Hold on, honey... Mami please.." said Cyka as she stroked her daughter's little face.
" Can you stop crying and tell me what happened to her ?" asked Fakhri who began to feel very worried about the silence of the woman.
' What's wrong with him, why doesn't he just shut up and answer me ? what exactly is he trying to hide from me ?' inner Fakhri.
" Richa. wake up sweetheart.." said Cyka.
" We have arrived" said Fakhri.
They got out of the car and ran into the hospital.
" Sister..sister please.please save her no matter what" said Fakhri asking for the nuns' help there, as well as sounding like giving orders.
" Take your daughter here, sir, I'll call the doctor immediately, "answered the nurse who mistakenly thought Fakhri was the father of the child.
" Patience Dear.... Mommy's here." Cyka looked fixedly at her daughter, she really felt very scared.
" Calm down.the doctor will come to treat you soon. " Fakhri said as she patted Cyka's shoulder slowly trying to calm her down.
" Mister doctor has come.please let him check your daughter's condition." explained the nurse earlier.
Fakhri just nodded slowly, saying that he understood the sister's intentions.
After the doctor examined Richa's condition, the doctor asked the nurse to move him to the hospital room for immediate treatment.
Cyka and Fakhri followed her daughter in the treatment room, her hands never falling out of the princess's grasp.
" Sorry madam, sir, please stay here as long as the doctor takes care of your daughter."
Although not wanting to be away from her daughter Cyka can only obey the orders of the sister resignedly.
As soon as the door closed Cyka almost fell down because her legs started to feel limp and numb. With a quick movement Fakhri had already restrained him by wrapping one of his hands around Cyka's arm.
" Are you okay ?" fakhri asked in a light voice. " Sit. " Fakhri tapped Cyka into a waiting chair provided outside the treatment room.
" Thank you" said Cyka with a heavy voice and hoarse.
" Tell me that when your daughter is awake and well." said Fakhri, "And I need an explanation of this matter from you.
Cyka didn't respond to Fakhri's words. " It's not the first time, is it ?" fakhri said with a sharp look at Cyka who still kept shedding her tears while bowing her head.
" The floor can leak if you keep shedding tears from your eyes. " Fakhri like trying to entertain in the middle of the forest that contains only creatures hanging on the tree.
Cyka raised her face.
" My daughter.he was born prematurely, because of my carelessness, then from the age of 2 he started getting sickly and the doctor said he was suffering from bone marrow leukemia, bone marrow leukemia disease, it's not the first time he's been in and out of the hospital" Cyka explained at length
" All this time it was just Uncle Joe who kept looking after and taking care of him. " continued Cyka, while holding back his sobs.
Fakhri began to feel guilty for having misunderstood him.
" Why isn't the old man taking care of you ?" Fakhri was a little curious about the sentence.
The old man is Fakhri's nickname for his father.
" The story is long, " answered Cyka.
" Say it briefly" said Fakhri a little forcefully.
" Not now, maybe next time" ucao Cyka stopped the conversation.
Fakhri just nodded slowly.
