Lovely Love

May I Still Be Given Time

Gerdy felt astonished when he woke up in a room with a soft mattress and there was a smooth hand coiled on his chest.

Gerdy tried to remember. Yesterday he had a high fever and Katrin took him to his house. It's so quiet that he's sleeping.

Carefully Gerdy put away the hand that was coiled around his chest. Katrin wakes.

"Have rested first" he said. "You haven't healed well."

"I'm better" said Gerdy, as he walked out of the blanket. "I have to drive customers."

"Your customers are not awake yet. It's still early."

And Gerdy just realized that his body is almost naked.

"What ... have you done to me?" asked Gerdy stammering.

Katrin smiles with honey. "Do you really not remember what you did?"

"I did what?" gerdy's eyes are confused.

"That's it," Katrin said as if she did not want to prolong the issue. "Better you forget."

"What happened last night?" urges Gerdy curious, and more curious when Katrin out of the blanket with similar circumstances. "Have we done...?"

"I told you it's better you forget" Katrin smiled. "I'm just wondering, since when do you like to drink and smoke?"

"Yesterday was the first time I had a drink" Gerdy said honestly. "I was offered the Poltak to cure a high fever."

"Since when can Vodka heal the merry?" katrin's smile is ticklish. "You forgot yourself."

"I'm actually healed this morning."

"You're cured by being given medicine and compressed."

Gerdy took the clothes lying on the bed and put them on.

"You need shampooing" Katrin said. "I'm preparing warm water for a bath."

Seeing Katrin's face so cheerful, Gerdy was more convinced by her suspicions.

"So right ... last night it happened...?" stuck investigation. "Kok I need shampooing?"

"I also want shampooing" Katrin smiled meaningfully.

The woman went outside the room leaving Gerdy in confusion. He really doesn't remember what happened last night. The influence of drink controlled his mind.

Katrin wanted to make Gerdy curious. He did not tell much until they had walked out of the house to go to their respective destinations.

"You don't want to tell me about last night?" ask Gerdy again. "It's not me who started, is it?"

Katrin smiled sweetly. "It's important to answer?"

"I'm sorry if it's ..."

"There's nothing to forgive because everything happens beyond the control of your mind."

They split up in the yard. Katrin leaves for work by car, while Gerdy goes on a Moge ride.

As usual, early in the morning Gerdy wandered among the hustle and bustle of street vendors. The service user is a PSK who promises a date with a customer somewhere, or a merchant who takes care of a need.

Gerdy's eyes accidentally bumped into a newspaper headline displayed on a newsstand. The letters are large so that they can be read while passing, unless the passing is illiterate.

Gerdy stops Moge and reads a glimpse of his title: A family needs a kidney donor. One billion dollars as a token of love.

Gerdy was interested. He took the daily from his place and read the contents of the news.

"But the amit-amit that's what you're living now," Gerdy's smile was no less cynical.

Gerdy's smile suddenly disappeared after reading the name of the person who needed the kidney, especially after knowing his home address.

"Sat...!" hiss Gerdy unconsciously.

It vibrated all over its veins as it whispered that shahdu symphony. Who for many years did not dare to chant it. Tightly bound in his sins. He did not feel his shoes being stepped on by a passerby.

"Who do you think your father is?" the grouch of the newspaper seller seemed to be talking to himself. "The papers you read are for important people's news, not precarious people!"

A face was present in his view along with the appearance of a long-forgotten sense. Such a majestic face, dignified, but slumped in sorrow because of the negligence of his son!

He still remembered how blurry the ever-luminous face was. He still remembered those sharp yet thoughtful shining eyes being trapped roar in his tearful roar. He had not forgotten that the jaw that symbolized rigidity collapsed in the groaning of his nest. The groaning that until this moment still tore his chest apart.

For years he had not heard the news. For years he tried to run from her. For years he had hoped that face could forget the calamity that befell. Know it now lying in the hospital! His father can't leave!

Upon arriving in Jakarta, Gerdy headed straight to the hospital where his father was treated. He found it difficult to find his address. He's taking the streets in this town.

He found it difficult when he arrived at the hospital. She had to wait long enough before the nurse found her father's name in a pile of patient lists. Nearly half an hour earlier, security was checked.

They were suspicious to see a man wearing a butut pandan hat and a decker outfit enter an international hospital. Hhh, still people judge from appearance, even though they know misleading. He deliberately dressed in a dirty way so that his family did not recognize him.

In the isolation room, a doctor was seen examining his father's condition. Gerdy didn't dare to go in. With clothes like this, various germs must party in the sterile room, if wrapped in lab clothes though.

He stood glued behind the glass. He watched his father sadly. Crying in the heart.

His body was silent as if lifeless. His eyes were closed withered. An oxygen pipe was attached to his nose. There are other pipes in his body. And looking at the dots on the ECG machine, the graph seems to be slowly reducing its age.

Perhaps his father was too busy working, so forgot to take care of his health so that both kidneys were almost destroyed, or there were other factors. What is clear is that his life now depends on the good of a person.

"Nobody's family wants to give me his kidney, Doc?" reprimand Gerdy as soon as the white-robed man came out. "They're more willing to spend billions."

The doctor looked astonished. Who is this guy? What are you gonna do here? Or have you read the paper today? Money is so sweet! Early in the morning someone was willing to change his kidneys!

"They can't" said the flat doctor. "His kidneys don't match. His wife's kidneys weren't good enough, even almost one was working. You who?"

"People willing to be donors" said Gerdy calmly. "I'll wait here."

From behind his glasses, the middle-aged man watched closely. Of course Gerdy knew what rays of light were hidden behind his gaze.

"Don't check my clothes, Doc" Gerdy's smile wryly. "Respect my kidneys. Is it as bad as her clothes?"

"Oh, sure! Sure did!" The doctor laughed gently as if realizing his mistake. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"But the doctor's eyes say so."

"You're too sensitive."

"People like me are taste. Every day is the sandal of life."

"Once again forgive me," the doctor's smile sincerely. "Let's come with me. Let's check your kidneys."

"If my kidneys don't match, how long will they last, Doc?"

"Your kidneys are a good fit, I don't know after you've had surgery whether he's still gonna survive or not." The doctor's face blurred. "The condition is unstable. Any time you can get into the shock stage."

So it's been that bad, thought Gerdy with a piece of heart blown away. Oh, naw! His father can't leave!

"They're late to bring it, '" the doctor said. "The disease is severe. Nearly twelve hours in a coma."

"Hopefully we are still given time to help him" murmured Gerdy grimly.