Jamu Ma'am Up Level

Meet Sakti

"Alhamdulillah Sri is also fine" said Sri and they are now facing each other and Sri had embraced mbok Ni. Both are taking off their kangen.

"Madam, many want to mbok Ni to convey as long as the mistress leaves" said mbok Ni who suddenly, made Sri's steps stopped.

"What would you like to say?" ask the curious Sri.

Mbok Ni looked at the mang Ujang, and mang Ujang nodded his head giving approval to mbok Ni to convey what had happened so far.

"Mr Bima has returned from abroad madam!" mbok Ni said with a sad face.

"Mas Bima came home? why didn't you tell me?" ask the curious Sri.

"He was in this hospital as well, but he was in the emergency room" replied Mang Ujang who participated in the conversation.

"Emergency room? what happened to Bima?" ask Sri whose feelings are starting to be uncertain.

"It is not Mr. Bima who is sick, but Mrs Marlina who is sick!" answer mbok Ni who looked towards Sri.

"Mother-in-law?" ask Sri again who reviewed her stomach.

"Mrs had a heart attack, when she heard and saw the quarrel of Mr. Bima and Mr. Rafa" replied Ni.

"Mas Bima had a fight with Mas Rafa? Oh, my God, is it because of me?" said in Sri's heart that her body suddenly trembled and sat limply in the waiting room chair.

"Mrs, is madam okay?" asked Mbok Ni who was worried because he saw the pale face of his female employer.

"I bought you a drink mbok!" exclaiming mang Ujang who was worried.

"I.iya Mang Ujang!" answer mbok Ni who then fanned Sri.

"Mbok, Sakti's sick. Her grandmother was also sick, while her father and her father had a fight! How's this mbok?" sri said that her two eyes were glazed.

"So calm lady, pity the baby in the womb!" said Mbok Ni who continues to fan Sri to give air to Sri who seemed as if the air in the waiting room was stuffy.

Not long ago, Ujang mangg came with three bottles of mineral water bottles, and handed one bottle to Sri.

Mbok Ni helped open the bottle cap of mineral water and then Sri drank it.

Almost half of them drink mineral water. And Sri is now calmer and looks fresher.

"Thank you mbok Ni, mang Ujang. Sri has been mengingan, we better visit Sakti first!" sri said, who then got up from his seat.

"Yes, ma'am, but is the madam all right?" ask mbok Ni who also got up from her seat.

"I'm fine, I want to see Sakti's current condition" Sri replied and they stepped their feet towards the ward where Sakti was.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" say hello to Sri when he saw the magic that opened his eyes and looks still limp.

"Wa'alaikumsalam! Mom Ci...!" answer and call Sakti when you see the woman who just said hello.

"My dear Sakti, how are you, son?" sapa Sri who scattered approached Sakti and hugged the boy who was trying to sit.

"Mama Ci, Mama Ci where have you been? Sakti misses mommy Ci!" racau Sakti with her sobs.

"Mama Ci also misses the hero papa Bima!" reply Sri who continues to hug Sakti tightly. Both shed their longing that can no longer be contained.

"Mama Ci, don't go again. Sakti promised not to hurt, if mama Ci did not go again!'' racau Sakti then let go of their embrace.

"Mama Ci won't be leaving again, Mama Ci will be with Sakti and Dede baby later!" sri said, rubbing her stomach.

"Baby doll?" tanya Sakti is still confused and sees Sri's stomach.

"really?" tanya Sakti is excited.

"Yes right, so do not be naughty mas Sakti and do not fuss! Let the baby's dedek not imitated the same Adek baby later!" answer Sri's message.

"Yes ma, Sakti promise you will not be naughty and fussy anymore! he's already a big brother!" said polo Sakti. Sri, mbok Ni and Mang Ujang smiled because of it.

"Mama Ci has met Sakti, now mama Ci wants to meet papa Bima. Papa Bima has come home?" sri asked while staring at the plain face of Sakti.

"Yes, ma. Papa has gone home, this morning jenguk Sakti. Papa said, Oma is also being treated at this hospital. So be with Sakti!" clearly Sakti and Sri nodded in understanding.

"Oh, so Oma is sick too huh? then Mama Ci also want to look at Oma all of you!" said Sri who pretended to have just found out, to encourage Sakti.

"Yes, ma. Say hello to Sakti with Oma.Tell the same Oma if Sakti is better, even better!" exclaim Sakti while reviewing his smile.

"Ok, mama Ci's hotshot son is painless! steady!" exclaimed Sri while showing her two thumbs on Sakti which of course makes me feel proud and excited.

"Thank you Mama Ci!" sakti.

"Then Mama Ci wants to see papa first!" sri said as she kissed Sakti's forehead.

"Yes mommy!" sakti answered her smile.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" say hello Sri while waving her hand and rising from her seat which previously sat on the edge of the Sakti bed.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" balak Sakti who also waved her hand.

"Mrs, let me take you to Madam Marlina's room! Let Mang Ujang guard mas Sakti!" mbok Ni offered himself.

"Yes madam, mas Sakti let me take care!" said Mang Ujang as Sri stared at him.

"Oh, good mbok!" sri said while nodding her head.

The two women of different ages set their feet down the hospital hallways.

"What kind of pain does mbok really hurt?" ask Sri who aligns her steps with mbok Ni steps.

"Symptoms of lady's typhus, that's what I heard from the doctor yesterday!" mbok Ni replied and Sri understood what the mbok Ni said.

"Signs of how mbok?" ask Sri who wants to know.

"Mas Sakti had a fever for more than a week and did not subside with the use of heat-lowering drugs. The fever gradually increases with each passing day, and lasts up to 3 weeks. The body of mas Sakti experience weakness, head pain, pain in the joints, pain in the muscles of the body, flatulence or pain, diarrhea or difficulty defecating, nausea and vomiting

cough, weight loss or appetite, looks restless." explained Mbok Ni who was listened to by Sri.

"Sakti, I'm sorry Mama Ci!" muttered Sri who felt guilty leaving Sakti. Sri took a long breath and exhaled slowly.

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