Milky

Part. 87

"Hallo, Aul! Sorry I didn't mean to silence you. We were at Bima's parents' house, but the boy was picking you up. Are you all right?" razka said as soon as Aulia answered her call.

He smiled with relief because Aulia was still willing to take the call from him. The man sat alone in the car, waiting impatiently for the arrival of Bima who brought his mother. However, a moment of silence listening to the answer from across there, he never got it.

Feelings of anxiety also came uninvited, bad prejudices sprung up one after another filling the mind. Unsettled was sitting, the heart was growing indeterminate. Really dilemma.

"Geez! You all right? Did something happen? Say something, Aulia! Why am I just quiet?" cecar Razka is getting panicked. Sweaty granules began to seep in the pores of his skin. Wait for Aulia to speak.

"Aul, what's wrong?" Her voice rose when she heard Aulia's sobs across the street. He chuckled anxiously, "Aulia!" The tone is getting demanding.

[Ha-hello, Brother ..!]The sentence that hangs it makes Razka's feelings even worse. I can't wait to hear his wife's explanation.

"Geez! Tell me, what happened to you?! Aulia!" snapped Razka's not messing around. Jaw hardens. The anxiety turned irritated, feeling emotionally toyed with by the woman who suddenly stuttered across there.

Her sobs further shook Razka's heart, shaking all the flavors in her chest, blowing uncontrollably.

"Aulia"

[Come to the hospital, Ibrahim ... Ibrahim accident.]

The sound from there snapped Razka's heartbeat. Making the lump of flesh within the chest beat immeasurably. All the muscles in his body felt helpless. Weak, lunglai, totally unsavoury.

"W-what did I say?" His license demanded an explanation. His heart rejected what had just been captured. It was all just confusion, nothing real he heard.

"Ibrahim was in an accident, brother. Get to the hospital, he's on the IGD right now. The doctor is handling it. Brother, I'm scared. I was so afraid, Brother," Aulia whispered with a roaring cry that she could not hold back.

Razka immediately realized what she had to do. The phone he turned off, rushed out of the car to meet both children and foster parents Bima.

Brak!

"Dad? What's up?"

Nasya and Ayra were surprised to see Razka who came in with breath and sweat that flooded the face. The two rush over, helping Razka to almost fall.

"Dad, what's wrong? Why is Dad like this?" ask Ayra again while helping Razka sit on a wooden bench. The god rushed to leave the grill, immediately feeling challenged to see the state of Razka who looked weak.

"Russia ... Like an accident, he's in the hospital right now" he said stuttered and weak. His heart felt tight, like it was squeezed without a heart. It hurts unbearably, but it has to be strong.

"Grotto boy!"

Clontang!

Tina was stunned on the kitchen floor, the spatula in her hand fell on a plate she used to put down various kinds of vegetables. Falling scattered, breaking into pieces as his heart now is not in the form of hearing news about his son.

The roar from him was heart-wrenching, the God hurriedly approached. Hugging the body of the old woman who was getting frail felt. Really, he felt the same. The old heart was torn to shreds by the news of his proud son.

"Dad, we have to get there soon" said Nasya who got a nod of the head from Razka and Ayra.

The two elders who heard were silent without a word. The gods are more gamang, want to move and join them to see the state of Bima.

He helps Tina stand up despite her teasing, swinging a step closer to Razka and her two daughters. The roar of tears was unstoppable, flooding the increasingly wrinkled skin of her cheeks.

"Sir, please take us there. We also want to see how things are, we want to know the condition of the child we are raising, sir. Please take us and us to the hospital, "please Tina with both hands cupped to her chest.

They could not bear to see the two elderly who were pleading with compassionate faces. The roar of tears complemented the heartache of their hearts. Sincerity clearly emanated from the misty old bead belonging to the two.

"Mother and Father may come. There's no way we're leaving you. Your kids too, right?" sahut Ayra touched Tina's arm, which was still cupped in front of her face.

How happy his heart is! However, it was not enough to calm their hearts. Anxiety is still sweeping, anxiety is increasingly royal.

"Thank you, Miss. Thank you, Mr." They nodded and rushed out of the house together. Ayra acts as a driver, Nasya calms Tina in the back seat with the Gods. Razka herself unceasingly took a deep breath and unraveled it. Tightness in the chest is still in power, reluctant to get away from the place of all tastes.

"Be careful, Brother!" Nasya warned as Ayra sank deeper into the gas. The girl was impatient to get to the hospital, but a warning from Nasya instantly made her realize that there were many lives she had brought in the car.

While in the hospital, Aulia returned to tears after informing her husband. He fucked himself. The young men who were with him, looked confused and agitated. They didn't know what to do, so let Aulia shed her tears.

A few minutes later, the door of the room opened and a doctor came out with a tired face. He wiped the remaining sweat on his forehead, opened the mask to unravel the tightness, stepped gontai approached Aulia who had approached him first.

"Doctor, how is my son? She's okay, isn't she?" ask Aulia immediately. His panicked old face was getting wrinkled.

The trail of water was still wet on the cheeks, leaving redness in the part of his eyes. He looked at the doctor with hope. However, the sigh exhaled by the man in white uniform, increasingly made his heart challenged.

"Thankfully your son was taken to the hospital immediately, Madam. He lost a lot of blood, but was still saved. Now that your son is sleeping we purposely gave him a sedative so he could rest. If you want to see, please, but don't make a fuss. Let the patient rest" the doctor replied, commenting on a smile of relief.

Aulia cried after a gasp, she covered her face with both hands. Thankful that Bima can still survive death. The frail woman fell on the floor, bowing thankfully to HIM Salam, the Most Salvation-Given God.

Followed by three friends of Bima who also feel happy to hear the news about their friend.

"Thank God, thank you, God. Thank you." Thank you." Their sobs are full of novelty. The prayers that they offered, the Lord heard save Bima from the caress of death.

Aulia, along with her three friends, entered the room after the medical team helped her out. Inside there, the young man lay weakly helpless. His right leg and hand were wrapped in bandages covering the wound. He's pathetic.