I'm taking you off, Mas!

Blood Donation

“Dhiya,” says Afkar slowly.

Everyone in front of the Emergency Unit house turned to him. Including Afkar, the connecting papa from Dhiya immediately stood up and walked closer to Afkar.

“Where is Dhiya?” asked Erza, the husband of Yara was given a code to keep himself quiet for a moment.

Afkar put his middle finger on his own lips. Erza was immediately silent, Afkar was confirming his hearing in a voice across the phone. The man could still hear Dhiya's cries.

“How much do you want my daughter to be free?” asked Afkar without much ado, he immediately asked the point. Afkar could already guess what Jono wanted.

Jono's crisp laughter was heard clearly from across the phone. “One smart! You can immediately shoot what I want, Afka,” continued Jono.

Curious about Dhiya's condition. Erza snatched the phone in Afkar's hand.

Yara then approached Erza. The woman looked very worried about Dhiya's state. Bu Nuri and Mira are also worried about Dhiya.

“Quick say! How much money do you want?” keep Erza.

“Five hundred million, I will send the address and remember that no authorities will come along when you give up the money!” menacam Joni's. “If that happens, Dhiya's life is at stake. Remember that!”

Erza was silent for a moment hearing Jono's words. Then turn to the woman standing next to him. Yara's eyes were already teary when she heard Dhiya's life was threatened.

“Save Dhiya, Mas,” Og Yara.

Erza nodded slowly. Her hand stalling removed one drop of tears dripping down Yara's cheek. Erza switched back to her phone.

“Quick send the address, I will immediately bring what you want, also remember that until Dhiya why-not I will not let you live quietly!” Erza threatened back.

“Gue won't do the kind of origin of what I ordered earlier you do. I want you guys wait for orders and cues from me if you've arrived.” Without waiting for an answer from Erza. Jono hung up immediately.

“Let go of me!” shouted Dhiya, the little boy was still shouting and rebelling asking to be released. Even Dhiya to the point of shouting loudly from it made Jono feel annoyed because Dhiya really could not keep quiet.

Plaque ...

One loud slap landed on Dhiya's cheek making the girl instantly silent. Not silent because of fear by Jono. But silence from fainting after getting a hard slap from the man.

“Jon, this boy fainted!” Jono's friend told as he approached Dhiya. “Crazy where the corners of his lips bleed,” his chat. The man did not dare to touch Dhiya afraid that the girl was suddenly lifeless.

“Bodo time, end of all children whispering.” Jono walked away from Dhiya who fainted because of his actions as if he did not care. “Lu get ready! Soon they will come with a lot of money for both of us. Now you help me find a way so we can escape quickly when they get here!” noah Jono. His friend followed in Jono's footsteps.

“What we should treat first tuh boy,” suggested friend Jono.

“No need justin, waste energy tau not lu!”

And finally the two men worked together to find the right gap for the two to escape later.

In the hospital.

Afkar and Erza go together to find the whereabouts of Jono who managed to kidnap Dhiya. Two men who Gita who had just heard about the accident that hit Syafa immediately came down from the room where Mr. Rio was treated to the Emergency Unit room on the first floor.

“How is Syafa doing?” gita panicked and worried for Yara.

“I don't know yet, Tan. The doctor inside has not finished dealing with Mba Syafa,” replied Yara.

Mira who was on Yara's side rubbed her hand slowly. “Proposy yes, Mbak.” Yara looked towards Mira.

“I'm really confused, Mir. Inside there, Mba Syafa is still fighting for life. In another room, papa is still recovering. One more daughter is still at risk of her life. In addition to my husband who is currently following him there.” Yara looks very sad considering the many events she experienced at the same time. “I have to what, if papa asks where Mba Syafa is?” Yara bowed lethargic.

“Let aunty answer it later, you take it easy! We focus on the search for Dhiya while continuing to monitor the condition of Syafa. You have to take care of your health, remember you are pregnant,” said Aunt Gita.

From the end of the room the sound of footsteps so loud was heard. Two people were seen walking hurriedly to the emergency room, where Yara and the others were.

“Yara,” call Mama Anggi.

Her mother-in-law, went straight towards Yara. The old woman who still looked beautiful quickly pulled Yara in her arms.

“Why can it be like this? How did it happen? You must be very sad. Oh, Honey. Patience yes!” Mama Anggi rubbed his daughter-in-law's shoulder gently. It was very clear that the mother-in-law's affection for Yara.

Seeing that scene made Bu Nuri's heart feel sliced. During the marriage Afkar and Yara were never herself as sweet and gentle as this woman before her. Ketus and jute attitude, that's the attitude that more often Bu Nuri gives to Yara. The tightness in his chest increasingly made that regret back he felt. Bu Nuri could only be bowed to see her even though the old woman was eager to embrace Yara in her arms. But unfortunately, his embrace is not so meaningful compared to the woman who just came to him.

Yara took off Mama Anggi's embrace. “It happened so fast, Mah! A-me---,” Yara's words came to a halt as Yara cried again as she recalled the events that were so real in happening before her eyes.

“Already, Mah. Take Yara to sit down first! Poor our daughter-in-law. Don't be asked much first,” timpal Papa Rangga.

“Oh, yes. I'm sorry, dear! Come on, sit down!” Mama Anggi hugged Yara to sit on the iron bench in front of the room.

Aunt Gita smiled warmly at the kind attitude shown by Yara's two in-laws.

“I'm worried about Mas Erza, Mah. He insisted he would not report to police because the criminal had banned him. I don't want Mas Erza why-napa,” lirih Yara sad.

Papa Rangga came closer to Yara. “You rest easy, Papa is sure Erza has everything ready. It is impossible for the papa child to leave without careful preparation.” Papa Rangga calms Yara down.

Czech ...

The door of the emergency room opened. A nun who was still fully dressed in her service clothes came out of the room.

“Sorry what among the families of patients there is the same blood type as Ms Syafa? The hospital is short of blood type A, the supply of blood bags will be sent from the anti afternoon hospital blood bank while Bu Syafa needs that blood immediately. Perhaps there are families of patients who have the same class?” ask the sister.

“My blood type is the same, Doc,” says Yara. “We are brothers certainly my blood type and Mba Syafa the same,” said Yara. The sister of Syafa immediately stood up to her seat after hearing the nun's words.

The nurse looked towards Yara. Her eyes focused on Yara's belly, which was swollen from pregnancy. “Sorry, pregnant women are not recommended to do blood donation. This is because the mother and fetus need sufficient iron levels to prevent anemia, support fetal growth and development, and maintain the health of pregnant women themselves. There are still many other family members who can donate blood to patients.”

Yara looked lethargic hearing the nun's words.

“My blood type is O sus, can't you donate blood to blood type A?” Mira who came forward to offer herself as a blood donor to Syafa.

“Can, you better come with me inside. Faster is better because the patient needs a blood donor immediately.” The nurse immediately invited Mira to enter the room. His blood will be transfused directly to Syafa.

Mira nodded her head slowly. Then he turned to look at Bu Nuri. “Bu wait a minute! I want to donate my blood to Mba Syafa, it's okay ‘kan?” ask Mira to her mother.

Take it slowly from the woman who is sitting in a wheelchair. “Iya, Son. It's okay, hopefully with you donating blood to Syafa, my son-in-law can be helped quickly. I don't want to lose another good daughter-in-law. Quite a great sense of maternal remorse after losing a daughter-in-law like Yara,” Bu Nuri replied. The old woman still hoped that Syafa could return to Afkar, her son. Mira then turns to Yara. “I'm mommy, Mba!” mira said to Yara who was standing not far from her mother.

“Iya, Mir. Previously thank the story has been willing to help Mba Syafa,” said Yara with a feeling of relief.

“Same-sama, Mba. I'm in first.” After speaking Mira entered the room.

Yara walked slowly towards Bu Nuri. “Bu,”call him.

“Yara,” Bu Nuri extended her hand to her former daughter-in-law.

“Thank you, Mom, for allowing Mira to donate her blood,” Yara said as she grabbed Bu Nuri's hand and rubbed it gently.

“No need to thank, Son. It is our duty to help each other. Hopefully Syafa can be saved and Dhiya can regroup with us here,” Bu Nuri replied.

“Amiin,” answer everything compact.

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To be continued

Otor is ashamed. Bolong Mulu. Sorry for everything.