Love Choices Mas Duda

Teledors

Her daughter told her she couldn't come to see her father tonight, keeping her phone in her in-bag opened the door of her husband's ward.

"Mas" said Nurma.

Danu opened his eyes uninterestedly to return his wife's greeting, looking for if there was anyone else to look after him other than his wife. His mouth was not yet able to make a sound, the medicine that was inserted into the gunshot wound was affecting his throat that felt dry for a while.

"Who are you looking for?'

"Afrinda," Danu replied inwardly. Where's daughter? He still harbors longing and anxiety considering the events of that time, even though it looks fine but it does not feel believed before hearing the explanation more swallowed. "Afh-" Her lips moved to call but her throat hurt. When he realized the first time he saw clearly there was Afrinda in this room, unfortunately only for a moment and could not interact more, his daughter came home alone he did not know.

"Mas, relax. She's gone home to her husband."

Danu paused to calm himself so as not to feel emotions that could endanger him, could not do a lot of interference his injuries were quite severe. Hopefully Afrunda will come back tomorrow.

There are still many questions that he wants to know about the shooting, Dahlya and Bram how the fate? There was no chance to find out even the voice was unable to ask.

"You need anything, Mum?" tanya Nurma noticed a strange gurgle from her husband.

Danu was thirsty, her throat was getting drier, her eyes were fixed on the cup on the nightstand.

"Hope, I'll get it." Nurma grabbed the cup and fed it water from the available tumbler, without checking it first carelessly thrusting the glass on her husband's lips impersonating a still-clean straw on a sheet of tissue.

It's so hot, Danu spewed out her drink her lips like she was about to blister shook her head until it shook.

"Mas!" Nurma was too panicked to know what to do, screaming the confusion of one of the nurses coming in time.

"This I've already given it."

The nurse grabbed the tumbler from Nurma's hand and tasted it for a drop, "It's so hot, it's fitting that the patient spit out her swollen lips. Next time the Madam must be more careful, there is everything available complete, please be alert in action, do not just give something to the patient."

Obviously the facility already provided cold and hot water, Gharda who financed this elite class room, that alone was almost lost.

"Let the patient rest, the Madam can also rest, all is well. Excuse me." Finish smearing the ointment and tidying his clothes. He was actually astonished, where was this young man who was usually with this mistress? He doubted that this woman was looking after the patient, as deep as she had been here, that man was the most alert to attend officers in any case, and the woman who is the patient's wife can only cry and regulate. Look, just this one time guard, it's been this late. Never mind, he better just go.

Stay alone sitting pensively beside her husband's gurney, not how long Danu sleepily closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Ardan usually accompanies him almost every night, providing support through speech and action. His stomach was already starving, recalling Ardan who was on alert warning him of the dinner that Ardan had brought for him.

"I threw him out" he murmured in a bitter cry.

Two hours of hunger, no rice to eat, his legs too weak to go down to the floor of the hospital cafeteria. His clothes have not changed no one to take him change of clothes from home, so far he is more often with Ardan who always treats him well and politely, in fact this time the situation is much changed.

There was bread that belonged to her husband, greedily eating it until it felt full.

Then sipped mineral water had her husband too, usually she always bought food Ardan to her.

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