My Sweet Journey's

Patient

At the hospital, Mala was seen contacting someone. The woman laid Adnan's body in the patient's gurney she had borrowed from the patient registration section. Patients can indeed borrow a bed and wheelchair by guaranteeing their ID.

A man in a black suit helped Mala push Adnan's gurney towards the lab counter. No wait a long time an officer has come to take a sample of Adnan's blood. Mala rubbed Adnan's head before the syringe penetrated the boy's skin.

"What doctor Tio has stood by. His online registration was indeed number one yesterday." The man in the suit immediately told me that the pediatrician was waiting.

It was early in the morning but Adnan's examination was done, even the boy's lab report was ready in half an hour. "You took the medicine." Pinta Mala's. The man in black was obedient. It was as if he had gotten used to Mala's orders.

"Mom, if you suspect how?" The man spoke before Mala closed the door of the car that would drive him home.

"No, he doesn't care about me. He loves that tenacious guy more. What's name? Katy...Katy.bule. Dyed hair on the cake of the blonde widow who was again trending in the neighbor." Oceh Mala's.

"But you're still looking for me." The man's info again.

"Biarin, still sip too she's the same me. Let's know the taste!"

Braakkk, the man in black sighed at the behavior of his master and mistress. The madam? Who's Mala? Until the hospital prioritizes the woman every time Adnan controls the hospital.

In the car, Mala again rubbed Adnan's head. It seems that Mala really loves Adnan. "Your mother is amazing, Le. Caring for you alone. Banging bones alone." Mala's tears flowed, considering that Rossa was always patient when caring for Adnan. Quite grateful, Adnan's situation is fine. Mala also had consul to the medical rehab section. Meet the doctor who handles Adnan therapy.

It was almost noon when Mala arrived at her contract. He himself raised Adnan into the house. "Well, the car's good, ma'am." The keeper's coming.

"Taxi onlen, mumpung promo, cheap," Mala replied with a typical medok village accent. Unlike earlier when talking to the man in black. Look if Mala's a mistress.

"Next month, you won't be sending the date." The driver nodded in understanding, hearing Mala's whisper. Before long the car went from there.

"Sorry ma'am, it's time for Adnan to eat. Excuse me." Pamit Mala's. Huft, Mala exhaled. Go inside the house, change her pants and blouse suit with a negligee. Starting her routine helps Rossa take care of Adnan.

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"Aduuhhhh, go use dong's eyes!" Snapping a girl, tall with blond hair. "The blonde widow teapot (coming), the blonde widow teapot (coming)," some of the men's staff whispered.

Rossa just nodded apologetically, unwilling to prolong the matter, even though she was the one who was hit in fact. Shilda immediately nagged. Upset at the friend who is too nerimo (resigned). Never fought back. "What's the point of us fighting a madman?" One reply from Rossa left Shilda speechless. That's right, that woman looks more like a madman than a sane man.

One message went to Rossa's phone, "I'll never divorce you." Who else if not from Angga. Rossa sighed, it seemed like this would not be easy. Another notification went to his SMS. Some money goes into his account. With one more message, "It's a living for you this month."

This time Rossa snorted furiously, disgusted at him with all these circumstances, wanting to feel like he was angry.

As the day progressed, Rossa hurriedly picked up her bike. Magrib's time was running out, and he was very curious about the result of the control of the son. Even though Mala has informed me that the results are good.

Less cautious, Blacky rushes a new black sedan out of the parking lot in front of Rossa. "Astagfirullah, die me!!" Rossa rushed down from the bike. Along with the driver of the car. A big tall man with black glasses hung over the man's nose.

"Sorry sir, I didn't mean it." Lirih Rossa, some employees stopped to watch the incident.

"I.iya, sir." Rossa took out her wallet. Issued five pieces of money hundreds of thousands, which is actually to buy Adnan milk two weeks.

"Still less. Tomorrow must be even. I gave you the bill." Rossa's eyes rounded out in protest. But the man's cold face made Rossa's mouth unable to open the sound.

Along the way Rossa's mind branched, her money ran out. Adnan milk has not been bought, the payday is still two weeks away, at home only a few sheets to buy vegetables, tissue, pay electricity and water. Looks like tonight he has to overtime looking for extra income.

One black sedan car went into a minimarket, passing through a mushala. Where the driver saw a woman removing her face. The corner of the man's lips was interested. "Interesting."

"Rest Cha." Mala patted Rossa softly on the shoulder, it was eleven o'clock at night, and the woman was still struggling with bread dough. Rossa's side business, selling bread. Some friends were there ordering yesterday, and after posting on his SW. The others ordered, all of them. A word of thanksgiving came from Rossa's lips. In addition to turning over capital, the rest can be to buy Adnan milk.

"A little while, Mom. This is his fried bread. Make the stall a Semi. Yesterday there was a lot of it. Wait for that one to be made again." Mala smile.

"Wait for Adnan's milk?" Rossa nodded in affirming Mala's question.

The day after, Rossa returned to her routine. Today the woman's face looks sumringah, one box of milk Adnan managed to buy later in the afternoon. The benefits of roti COD.

The attention of some of Rossa's friends began to divide, when two men came out of the room Angga. Walk towards employees who are working.

"Please Mr. Aria." Angga's voice was heard, faintly entering Rossa's ears. But the woman doesn't care. Rossa continued to focus on her work. Without him knowing, two men stared at him simultaneously. "Locked target." The lips of the man named Aria were smiling faintly.

Angga's announcement gave him the introduction of their new chief director and the factory where they worked. "My name is Riffaldo Aria Loka. I hope we can work better." Applause greeted the man's words.

Rossa raised her face, feeling like she had heard that voice. "Astagfirullah, he was the one yesterday whose car I hit." Rossa's suddenly pale face, caught by the tail of Aria's eyes.

"It's nice to meet you, Nurmala Alika Rossa."

"What are these other experiments?" Two handsome men were staring at him simultaneously. Can Rossa make sure, rumors about him will increase.

One pat on Rossa's shoulder, made the woman turn her head. Shilda smiled sweetly at him. "I know, Da. Sabaaarr." Reply Rossa lirih.

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