
Wait around
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With heavy steps and hands still clinging to her chest, Aisakha stepped out of Aunt Ros's treatment room. Now that he doesn't know what to do, all empty, his world is slowly gone. Black without the color of happiness.
 
His entire body was limp, helplessly without energy, it was all over, roughly that was what Aisakha was looking at for her future.
 
Kristo just silently did not dare to make a sound, only choosing to wait and watch over the master who looked very chaotic. It's all my fault if I can control myself. Surely you will not be that angry and Miss Nia will not be afraid of you. There's a sense of regret in Kristo's heart now.
 
All this because of Uncle Miss Nia. The old man really had no feelings. How could his selfish attitude be he said dear. I can't believe there's such a cruel parent to his son. Despite knowing her son found love in the heart of the master, he still instigated the lady to stay away from the master. Ah, he's not human. Kristo was busy cursing resentment at Uncle in her heart.
 
Kristo sees Aisakha starting to move, spontaneously she chooses the path first. Stepping quickly towards the elevator, pressing down and waiting for the elevator to open. As the elevator doors opened wide, Kristo looked for the master. "Which master?" Guman Kristo quietly when he did not find Aisakha standing behind him.
 
Kristo left the elevator door closed again, she looked to the right of Aunt Ros's treatment room door and finally found Aisakha sitting in the long chair where she had sat alone.
 
"Master". Kristo called Aisakha.
 
Aisakha looked at Kristo's face, clearly a scarlet scar from her slap earlier. Even a red liquid that came from the corner of Kristo's lips, still lingered there. Looks like Kristo didn't wipe well the blood that was on the corner of her lips.
 
"Make people bring ice and a clean little towel here!' Aisakha's orders later.
 
Make what? Although not understanding of the request of the master, but Kristo was right to carry out everything that Aisakha wanted.
 
After a while, came the pantry officer carrying ice cubes in a small bowl and a small clean towel. Kristo recognized the woman who had been in charge of bringing her Aunt's dinner menu.
 
"Master has arrived". Kristo showed all the objects in her hand at Aisakha's request.
 
"Sit down". Aisakha patted the empty chair next to her.
 
Kristo obediently, sat down and did not argue.
 
Aisakha took a small towel from Kristo's hand, put some ice cubes into it, then tied the original towel.
 
Once it was cold enough, Aisakha placed the towel with the piece of ice on Kristo's face, right where she landed her hand earlier.
 
Kristo was surprised, not expecting the master to do all that for her. He now feels very guilty. "Thank you sir". Kristo said sincerely.
 
"Hold it!" Aisakha's Order. "Compres continues".
 
"Good sir". Kristo replied obediently.
 
"You are wrong. I told you to be quiet, but still noisily open your mouth. You see what the consequences are?" Point Aisakha to a small towel filled with ice still on Kristo's face.
 
"I'm sorry sir, I, I was so upset earlier. I can't accept seeing you in a corner like that". Kristo said annoyed.
 
"Yes, I know". Answer Aisakha slowly.
 
"Why are you just being quietly treated like that?" Kristo asked, not accepting.
 
"Because Nia loves her parents". Aisakha answered while looking straight ahead.
 
"Yes, selfish parents who are eager to see their child unhappy". Answer Kristo ketus.
 
 
"Uncle only intends to protect Nia. Their family is still traumatized by what happened to Nia three years ago. You must be able to understand, all is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand". Aisakha seemed to be taking a deep breath.
 
"Darling, Miss Nia's uncle blinded all that, sir. Until you don't see the sincerity of your love". Kristo is very sorry for all the situations that the master is facing.
 
"Still sick". Aisakh asked as he stared at the small towel pack that Kristo firmly grasped.
 
"No sir, it's not sick at all". Christ answered lying.
 
"I'm sorry, you have to feel that". Aisakha said regretfully.
 
"Master is not wrong, sir has warned me. But I was too emotional". Kristo still continued to press the small towel in her hand towards the corner of her lips.
 
"Sir, we're going home now". Take Kristo then.
 
"Where?" Aisakha asked back.
 
"Home master". Answer Kristo quickly.
 
"Just you" Aisakha refused. "I'm here, I'm still waiting, not going anywhere".
 
"But sir, Miss Nia's uncle, was that?" Kristo did not understand the meaning of the master's refusal.
 
"I have promised Nia, will never leave her, I will always be by her side. So where could I possibly go now just because Uncle was expelled. I will wait and continue to wait here, until Uncle's heart softens". Answer Aisakha with confidence.
 
Sir, why is everything like this? Kristo really does not until the heart hears the sincerity of the master to Nia.
 
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Meanwhile, Nia was only able to look at the door of Bibi's room of care. Staring blankly in that direction, looking confusedly at the tightly closed door. As soon as his heart felt empty, there was pain left in his chest.
 
"Where is he?" Nia asked in despair when she found that Aisakha was no longer within the reach of her eyes.
 
"He's gone". Uncle answered while leading Nia, taking her to a seat.
 
"With-out?" Nia asked confusedly to Uncle.
 
"Yes, son, she'd rather go than be with you". Reply Uncle convinced Nia.
 
Nia clasped firmly on the edge of her warm clothes, for some reason the phrase Uncle had felt like an incision in her heart, piercing right into the deepest corner of her heart. It hurt so much, that it made Nia want to scream to describe to the world, how sick she was right now.
 
Uncle saw Nia just speechless, a poignant aura filling his face. "Sleep son. It's already night time. Let Uncle keep watch with your aunt. You rest first". Uncle told Nia.
 
Like a robot that has been re-stelled the program, Nia just chose to continue to be in her silence. He went up to the big bed he had prepared there, laid himself down and covered his face with a pillow.
 
Uncle saw Nia once again, knowing that Nia's shoulder was starting to shake, knowing that behind the pillow that covered her nephew's face, Nia was crying. But Uncle just let it all go and re-elected near Aunt who was still lying in a coma.
 
Let it go, I'm sure tomorrow everything is back to normal as usual. And Uncle chose to forget Nia who was slumped in her pain, changed towards Bibi, looking at his beloved wife who was still asleep in her long sleep.