My wife's been misguided

Om Surya II

"That's not fair to Nesya, um. He should be entitled to get all the inheritance of Surya."

"He still got it, really." Om Surya answered capat, "Car, house, land, all he can. But shares, you can." My head is itching. Who is the real child, anyway?

Not yet had time to give an answer again, om Surya ngelanjutin.

"You know for yourself, Nesya doesn't have a sense of buisnes. He's just smart with money. He used the first way to get in touch with money. If he holds the shares, the company will be destroyed. And worst of all, those smile angler projects are the first to be eroded."

The road is not too big tonight. The rame suddenly my brain. Everything was criss-crossed until he could barely think. This marriage is just pretending. But the shares really.

"CSR is actually about by those who feel this is just a zonk project. There's no result. It means that no money has come into us. Not good for branding because education takes a generation to produce something. Therefore, those who only think about money again always try to stop the flow of company funds to this program. If you don't have strong nails, when will this project stop."

"Well, I'll help Surya. Do not use inheritance, I help because I agree with the vision of education that om convey earlier."

Om Surya thickens my sentences fast, almost rich people asphyxiate. "If I were still around, you could be rich. But if I'm not around, you've got to have a grip so you can hold on."

"And there's Nesya, om. I'm sure he's now looking at just spending money because he hasn't been given the opportunity to jump directly into the company."

In om clucking hard. "He's not interested in the company at all. You see for yourself, he went to college to study electrical engineering, it has nothing to do with our company."

Hearing about Surya talking about our company, make me nervous about nampol. This is our company, not our company.

"Well, maybe it's worth trying to get him involved once in a while, um." I'm still trying to be patient, not gas even in the heart a bit sprained.

How can a child develop if his parents do not believe in him?

"There's no time, yan!" Breath of Surya hunt. He pulls-exhales short air from the nose.

I'm trying to stay calm. "It has to be slow, um. Because this must be something new for Nesya. But I'll help, um." There is no time to accompany the spoiled child in the process of adaptation.

"Slowly..." It's like being stuck in your throat, "Slowly.." Fia squeezes d**a while breathing out.

"Why, um?" I asked with a feeling that began to feel a little bad. The road is not too rame, but how can you concentrate next to there are prospective in-laws again short of breath.

"Toooo..long.." His voice and voice went away somewhere after.

"Omm?" I reached her body with my left hand. Surya is not moving anymore. "****!" Banting steering wheel, immediately exclaiming.

"Okay, google! The nearest hospital!" Thanks to the technological sophistication of driving the trip, it only takes five minutes to get to the IGD. Carrying Surya on my back, I cried out for help almost rich crazy.

Om Surya was laid in a cage, time to take a breath. Really little, because then there was a nurse coming along while carrying a road board. "Sorry, sir. Whose guarantor, huh?"

Huh huh? A guarantor? Anybody want to die, he's a guarantor? "I. Write it down, Zian Prasetyo."

"Sorry, sir can I borrow the ID?" CK! Gini administrative affairs, really make lazy as well as mules.

"Make hands on me, mbak!" I'm exiting the ID card while showing off the credit card. And efficacious, at that time also om Surya directly in handin.

The duitan eye hospital! After the administration, I immediately called the number of the doctor who had been given by Mr. Joko, the personal driver of Surya. "if there is anything." He said he was giving the car keys. Filing pak Joko is right, today you need a business card today.

It's great! the phone was picked up immediately. "hello, salammelekum," The answer is the sound of a child's lisp.

"Eh?" So doubt it, really not, the number. "Waa'laikumsalam. Is this really Dr Ahmad's number?"

"Yes, abi's bobo again." Oh, it turns out that the one who picked up his son.

"Bangunin Abi, dong deck. Call emergency, will you?"

No sound, just a splashing sound, then, "*Can't, om. kamalna in key*."

Hadeh! his room was locked, his son was given to play hape. What else is it? keblet kali huh? Ahaha!

Then I heard a scream. "Pig! Abi! the caterpillar!" Recitation co? Who's got the caterpillar? wow, this is a child.

"Pig! Abi! a caterpillar!" Omaigat! patience, Zian. It's testing.

The sound of the door lock being opened. "What's wrong?" Finally a grown-up voice sounded, maybe the boy's mother.

It's not wrong for me, husband and wife in the room, the room is locked. His son's out playing hape. Why try again? you guys imagine myself. males I hahaha!

"Teplon, umi," The kid's lisp sound again. Then it was connected to the voice of the woman.

"Oh, hello. Who is this?"

"Hello, Mum. It's Zian. Former candidate Mr. Surya. Now Mr. Surya is on the IGD. Can you ask the doctor to check? I was ordered if there was anything directly call Ahmad's doctor."

"Oh," Then a female voice in the background explained what I just said.

"Hello," Finally the male voice, "Which hospital's Fi?"

"In the hospital (name of hospital) doc."

"Okay, I'm going straight there."

* * * * *

Doctor Ahmad arrived half an hour after I called. It's a little jammed, he said. Whatever, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that Surya can immediately handle the right because this hospital does not have a medical record."

Once you know who Surya is, the hospital looks so enthusiastic. The inspection process is supervised by the service manager. Imagine, the manager sacrifices his sleep to ensure that one patient gets excellent service.

Dr. Ahmad recounted the situation and health condition of Surya as necessary. He asked the hospital to perform an operation to remove fluid that stagnates in the lungs. That's why the ringleader stopped breathing earlier.

The hospital agreed, but refused to allow Ahmad's doctor to be involved. This dedicated doctor, of course, objected. He has signed a special contract with Surya to be in charge of all medical conducted by the group's space leader.

And I, increasingly upset by the actual debate of just keeping the coffers of money. When the manager came. At that time, the focus also shifted to how to lure more money.

"Ok, gentlemen. Can we focus on the patient's kindness? What do patients need most?" I'm trying to mediate.

"Operation!" Dr. Ahmed answered quickly.

"okay! That's what we do now! Where's the operating room?" I asked to take over leadership arbitrarily. No matter the face of the manager, he looked with his mouth open.

"Ready!" doctor Ahmad called out. " Who's the anesthesiologist on duty?" he looked around.

While the manager immediately I block with words. "On cost. Don't worry. Send all the bills to me. Including compensation if there is."

The man in the ash shirt was not wrinkled, instead immediately hunted down the anesthesiologist to immediately prepare the operating room. Surely the rain of money had loomed in his eyes. You guys know Spongebob cartoons? he was like that red crab. Forgot me what his name is. Just mention it in the comments yes, hahaha!

In the operating waiting room chair, I was finally able to sit back. Tired of tonight. Not only the body, the brain also feels broken. Though tomorrow must be a presentation, but the head is not able to be invited to think.

The mineral water in your hands has moved to your stomach. The bottle is empty now, a blank thought in the mind. I still don't know what Surya wants.

Suddenly became a rich feeling of pawns on the chessboard. What is that guy planning? What steps are they building? What strategy is it running?

Dizziness! I squeeze a bottle of mineral water as thin as possible. With one throw. The plastic has moved to the trash.

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