
Three days later, it was time for the accident patient who was treated at the hospital to return to his home.
That's why Dara deliberately medatangi his middle-aged man's care room.
I don't know what Dara felt at the time.. He himself does not know.
When he saw the man's pale face he felt really unbearable.. Maybe because Dara imagined what if his father was in the position of the man now.
“Good morning Sir.” greet Dara.
The man immediately sat down as soon as Dara entered his room.
“For Doc.” reply the man while spreading a sweet smile.
“How do you feel good?.” Dara asked her like a doctor who questioned her patient.
“Alhamdulillah thanks to the help of my Doctor can be healthy again.” said the man who knew if without the help of Dara.. Then he won't get treatment there.
“Thanks Doc.” connect her again.
“I only run the order Dr.Farez as the owner of this RS. so you do not need to thank me.” while continuing to say Dara check the condition of his patients.
“But still it's all thanks to the efforts of Doctor.” the man said again.
Dara smiled.
“Now the condition of the father is better.. Blood pressure is normal.The condition of the body is also stable.if you want to go home you can go home later in the afternoon.” said Dara if there is it.
“Iya Doc.. I myself already feel very healthy.” said.
“But my home is far from here.. I also do not have a family number that can be contacted.” explained the man.
“Where is your family home?.” Ask Dara frankly.
“Di Mataram.”
Dara nodded.. Although he was not long there, but it is quite far from there to Mataram.
“Well if you are ready.. Later when I go home, you can come with me to the house, so that later my husband will take you home.. Would you like to?.” Ask Dara.
“Iya Dok I want.” says the man is happy.
“Thanks a lot Doc.. You are very good.” his further again.
Dara simply responded with a smile.
So that day, the middle-aged man waited until the afternoon just came out of the hospital.
About 16 p.m.. Dara also re-embraced the middle-aged man.
“Mari Pak we go home.” take Dara.
The man followed Dara.. And they're headed for the RS parking lot.
“Sorry Doc.. We will go home with what?.” asked the man confused... because how bad he would be if he had to ride a motorcycle with the wife of people.
“It so happens that I brought the car Mr.” said Dara smiled. while staring at the man's face at a glance.
“I understand what you're thinking.. But you take it easy my family will have no problem with all this.. You are also like a father for me.” continued Dara more convincing.. So that the man would not doubt.
The man just nodded.
Dara started to unlock her car door.. And ask the man to come in.. The man just complies.
After the man got in the back of his car.. Dara began to enter and slowly living his car left the RS.
Almost half the trip there was not a word that was thrown from the two people who were in the red Lamborghini.
But because it is not good to keep silent, Dara tried to ask.
“Sorry Sir.. May I ask one thing?.” asked Dara. while staying focused on the streets.
“Iya Doc... Please.” said the man.
“No need to call me Doctor Pak if outside RS.. Just call me Dara.” said Dara.
“Iya Dara's.. What do you want to ask?.” said the man.
“The Father's house is in Mataram.. Then why can you crash near RS?.” asked Dara confused.
“At that time I was intending to visit my son here.. But when I walked down from the public vehicle I did not realize there was a car in front of me and an accident happened.” The man explained frankly.
“Oh.. You have a child who lives in this area?.” asked Dara again..
“Iya.. I have three children who live here. 2 boys and one girl.Women are married and have two children.”.
“Then the male has anyone married?.” just keep asking questions in Dara.
“Oh so.” sahut Dara.
“Then the Father in Mataram with whom?.” asked Dara further.
“With my second wife and our 6-year-old son.” answer me if there is.
“Second wife?.” Dara repeated the word.
“Then how about the first wife Mr.” asked Dara
“My first wife has long remarried to another man.”
“That means you are divorced so.”
“Iya.”
“Then the son of the Father all lived with the Mother?.” asked Dara again.
“Not really.”
“Then?.” Dara is confused.
“They're with Grandpa Grandma.. Both parents of my ex-wife it.” the man.
“Eem.. My husband is also only in big right by his grandparents kok Pak.” said Dara.. She remembers the story of her husband's past.
“Oh yes.. If you know what your husband's name is?.” The man asked that not because of the same story as his son, but because he used to live there so of course he knows a lot of people there.
“Name...” Dara did not finish her words because her phone rang.
At first glance he glanced at his screen.. And smiling, she paused her car.. Coincidentally, he had arrived in front of the store owned by his mother-in-law was just a short stay until uh her husband had just called.
“Let's talk about him calling.” Dara said to the middle-aged man who was with her.
The man smiled.. Dara answered her phone.
“Hallo Darling.” just heard Faozan's voice.
“Iya.” sahut Dara.
“You still haven't been home for a long time?.” asked Faozan
“Eem kayaknya I will nginap nih Darling about her many emergency cases.” Temptation Dara.
“Whataa?.” said Faozan in shock.
Dara immediately laughed.
“I'll be there soon.It's also on the road.” then Dara said the truth.
“Ya already so.. I Love You.”
“Love You to.” sahut Dara. then he hung up his phone.
“Are you newlyweds?.” asked the man.
“Nggak Pak.. has been almost 4 years in fact.” replied Dara while starting to drive her car slowly. because it was almost home.
“Have a Child?.” ask the man again.
“But.” sahut Dara what's his.
“Yg be patient yes.”
Dara nodded and stopped her car right in front of the house.
The man frowned and looked back and forth while opening the car door and getting out.
Dara also started getting off her car.
“What's up Sir?.” Ask Dara who saw the confusion of the man.
“This is your home?.” asked
Dara nodded.
“The little house that used to be here did you know.” the man pointed right at Barbershop and his family-owned shop.
Dara understood what the man meant.. It must be the house of Faozan's grandfather.
But who is the man who now names him.. Maybe she was one of Faozan's relatives.
Do you think who he is??
In curious, no??