My madam, my poison

Bad news

"I saw Sister Zura's husband together, …"

"It has. If I invite Mbak Zura to chat continuously, I can be late to attend the marriage contract of Mother's nephew," said Mr. Burhan.

"Yes already. But after taking Kinanti's mother to the hospital, you must immediately follow her there," said Bu Arum. He also left his yard.

"Come, Ma'am. We'll pick up Kinanti's mother" said Mr. Burhan as he opened the front door of his car. We also headed to my house. 

"I picked Lyra up, Mom. It's milk for her." I gave a bottle of milk that I just gave to Murni. He is the only one I can ask for help right now.

Lyra's new age she's moon, abstaining for me to give her formula.

"Good, Ma'am. May Kinanti's mother be well."

"Amen. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Be careful, sir," Murni said to Mr. Burhan shortly before starting the engine of his car.

Twenty minutes later we arrived at the hospital.

"If you want to go to the invitation is okay" I said after the nurse brought the mother into the check room.

"I won't go quietly until I know how Kinanti's mother is doing" Mr Burhan said.

A few moments later the door of the room opened. A doctor came out from there. We rushed to him too.

"How's my mother doing, Doctor?" my many.

"I'm sorry if I have to deliver this bad news."

"What bad news, Doctor?" ask again.

"The patient had a fairly severe fracture in his back and had to undergo surgery as soon as possible" explained the doctor.

"Op-op-operation?" 

Suddenly my body felt weak, almost losing strength. If Mr. Burhan is not willing to support me, maybe my body is already shed on the floor.

"Is my mother's pain that bad, Doctor? Until surgery?" 

"Yes, Mom. If left alone it will be dangerous for the future," explained the doctor.

"If I may know, how much will the operation cost?"

"About ten million rupiah."

"Good, Doctor. I'll call my husband soon."

"If you have paid the administrative fee, Mother immediately contact me so that the patient immediately gets action" said the doctor.

I searched my phone in my bag but I couldn't find it. 

Athaghfirullah! I just remembered, my phone ran out of power. 

"Sorry, Sir. Again troublesome. Can I borrow your phone to contact Fabian? My phone was left at home" I said.

Mr. Burhan then felt the back pocket of his pants. 

"Whoops!" 

"Why, Sir?" 

"So we were in a hurry. I forgot not to bring my phone."

"Oh my God, how is this?" muttered.

"Mbak Zura memorized boy Bian's cell phone number 

'aren't you? Mbak Zura borrowed the phone in the administration only," said Mr. Burhan.

Because I was panicking too much, I couldn't think straight. Of course I memorized exactly those twelve digit numbers. Since we know until now, Fabian never once changed his mobile number.

"I went to the administration first, sir," I said as I passed in front of Mr. Burhan. I also walked to the administration room.

"Excuse me, Mum. Can I borrow the phone? I must immediately contact my husband" I told the officer who was on guard at the administration.

"Please."

I pressed the number button on the phone. Hopefully Fabian is not busy anymore and can come to the hospital soon.

I waited a while until Fabian finally answered my call.

[Assalamu'alaikum, Ma]

[Sorry, who is this?]

Athaghfirullah! This is not Fabian's voice but a female voice.

Seriate… 

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