Love One Night

Physicians

All right I'll wait a minute, yes, if he makes an appointment but is not kept. Titin folded her hands together on her chest dispelling the coldness that was hitting her body. Tonight feels colder than usual because the sky is cloudy because there are no stars that appear to decorate the night sky.

"Title ...."

The voice of someone greeted him until he was aghast and released the fold of his hand on his chest, the woman spontaneously turned her body. His friend was standing right in front of him. The woman with her hair pulled her hand, so she had to follow her through the gate.

"WAIT!"

Titin let go of his hand, Jayah stopped walking, looking at him.

"She, what?"

"Is it okay if I go inside?  what if someone sees me." 

Titin's eyes were staring around. 

"Greetings are out so safe, he'll be back tomorrow morning."

"Ah, thank goodness."

Both women of the same age continued their steps. Jayah took Titin to his room. Because in that sense the place is the safest place. Because his subordinates did not dare to enter carelessly into his room.

Jayah closed the door and locked it, just in case someone opened the door on purpose.

Titin sat on the side of the bed and Jayah sat on the dresser chair. The two sat facing. 

Yayah took Titin's hand in her hand.

"Please promise me you'll deliver my message."

"All right, I promise. Calm what?"

"I've been wanting to tell you about this for a long time, and yet, I don't have the courage. But after seeing what happened to Ridwan and Royadi I'm really guilty of keeping this message too long."

"What manat? from whom?"

"You know Humaira?"

"Yes, that's Royadi's ex-wife, she left me a letter. But I'm trying to keep it and cover it tight."

Titin was silent, actually he did not like if anyone discussed Humaira even though the person had died a long time ago. But if there is anything that concerns Royadi after all Royadi is her husband. Titin would have helped him if he needed his help.

Jayah stood up and stepped to the edge of the head bed. The woman took a pillow that was always in use as her headboard. His hand took the pillow unbuttoned. His hand reached into something from inside the pillowcase. When his hand was drawn there was a white piece of paper in his hand.

Jayah thrusting a white paper that folded neatly into two parts.

"Read, so you can understand what I mean" Yayah asked her best friend.

Titin grabbed the paper and started reading it. 

My husband Royadi

I'm in danger please help me and my son, take me out of this house.

Now that I am a prisoner, I must obey what they have commanded me.

You remember the name I want to give our child if born later.

Name's Kevin. I hope he becomes a gentle child like the angel Ridwan the doorman of heaven.

He has a mole on his back neck.

I was harassed, I can't stand it if you don't come to my aid I'll kill myself. 

Help me

Humaira

Titin folded back the letter she had just read, her eyes looking teary. The woman could feel the bitterness of her best friend's life first but indeed at that time she did not know the state of Humaira at that time.

With this letter Royadi and Kevin clearly have a blood relationship. Then I have to obey the request of Jayah or remain silent and pretend not to know about the actual situation.

Titin let out a rough breath. Look at his friend who is still watching him.

"Well, I'll take this letter and give it to Royadi. So that he would no longer be involved in the wrong business."

"Yes, the poor son and father were separated by his greedy grandmother. Go home lest anyone know you visit me here."

Titin got up leaving Jayah who was still sitting on the chair.

Jayah felt relieved to have been forthright and had handed over the letter that had been hidden. 

Titin walked briskly down a narrow alley bumping into someone so.

"Darling, where have you been?"

The one who was hit turned out to be her Husband, in a hurry Titin did not see the person in front of her.

"Eh, you're home?"

"Yes, why not be with Dedy?" 

Titin asked back because she saw her husband on foot, usually her husband came home with his sister Dedy and among the drivers.

"So I have a little need, ask to be dropped near here. Apparently we met here."

Drizzling dripped the two walked hand in hand.

"Where are you from?"

"I just met Yaah said there was a need to be conveyed to me."

"About what?"

"About .., I'll tell you later at home, the drizzle just increased. We better run."

Both of them ran hand in hand because they did not want to rain on the road.

Meanwhile, Kartika vomited until her body felt weak. The woman collapsed not far from the sink.

Minah who saw her employer lying motionless, panicked. Minah pulls Kartika's body into the living room because only that room is the closest. With great difficulty Minah laid Kartika on the sofa, looking for eucalyptus and smeared it on the lips of Kartika so that it was alive and Kartika soon woke up.

The housemaid massaged Kartik's hands and toes. The woman was confused as to what else to do. Want to call the doctor afraid he was blamed.

The door was knocked from the outside, Minah immediately moved and left Kartika to open the door.

When the door opened Minah was very happy that her mother Kartika was back with her husband.

Minah also told me that Kartika fainted after vomiting.

Royadi immediately called his family's personal doctor afraid his daughter why-why. 

Royadi approached Kartika who was still closed and put the back of his hand on Kartika forehead was felt by him not having a fever. But why did Kartika faint?

Titin frantically rubbed the back of her hand with eucalyptus oil.

When he left home, it was he who was wrong to leave Kartika just not saying goodbye. Titin thought Kartika was healthy and there were no signs of her having a fever or anything.

"How, can Doctor Heru come here immediately?"

"Take it easy, he's on his way."

"Minah, massage over here." 

Titin pointed at Kartika's feet, Minah moved to massage the legs of the woman lying on the sofa. Meanwhile, the middle-aged woman patted her son's face so that he could kiss.

Royadi pondar mandir, even though he had told his wife not to give a smile. However, himself smitten. Seeing her son move, not moving.

Because of the fear that Royadi also ventured to touch his daughter's wrist, to feel her pulse was very slow and weak.

Royadi's face could not hide his panic.The man was agitated waiting for the doctor who had not yet come. So Royadi contacted him again through his cell phone. 

[Call, doc. Can you come soon?]