ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 203: CHARITY PASSION

Gilang and Gita go out with mom. To redeem the prescription medicine for Sudrajat's grandfather. While Dian, Gilang's mother was sitting on the edge of the bed while rubbing her hands in-laws. Still in silent mode. Dare not to speak anything. Afraid wrong. Even with his in-laws. Only looks to rub his eyelids. Perhaps his mind was floating flying into its heyday. The time when he arrogantly separated this son and daughter-in-law. His cruelty in his youth.

I don't know what was wrong with Dian in his eyes at that time, until the blessing he did not give to his son Edy Sudrajat. But look at it now. Was not the woman of his choice, who was now by his side. Accompanying him with a sense that was also just recovering from bitterness, hatred as well as anger.

Of course it was not easy for Dian to be steadfast. Just lie if she never hated her husband's father. Dian was the first victim ever to be hurt by this helpless weak man.

“Gibran ..” Call Gilang as they clash in the corridor to the pharmacy.

“Pak Gilang .. bu Gita.” Gibran politely responded with a respectful nod to the two people he met.

“You said your grandfather was sick. But, why since yesterday morning you weren't there?” cecar Gilang felt Gibran was lying to him during yesterday's permit.

“Sorry sir. At first I was waiting for my grandfather. But when I'm not home. Papa fell in the bathroom. There was a blood clot in his brain. And it has to be in surgery. Although the results are fifty-fifty. But mama will still do everything possible for papa.” There was an honest and desperate impression on Gibran's innocent face. Tired was also in the look he put on his face.

“Oh ... Where is the room? Can we take a look?” ask Gita quickly to respond to Gibran's explanation.

“Iya can buk. An hour ago, papa was moved into the room. After passing the critical post-operative period.” Answer Gibran quickly.

“Thank you, later we get there.” Answer Gita later.

Separately, Gibran brought the drug that his father would consume. Gita and Gilang continue their goal to the pharmacy to redeem Sudrajat's grandfather's medicine.

“Passion Gibran .. must take care of the patient two at a time. Should a’a reduce its load. Let him take care of his father, and a’a takes care of grandfather. His charity is the same as keeping his father a’a. After all, a’a no longer have a father. Maybe God is giving a chance to a’a filial parents.” Gita chirps without asking, also without thinking about whether Gilang is okay after digesting the speaker. The Gita does not care, for her to do good to her fellow humans is the price of dying.

Silence, while waiting for the process of drugs they buy in the process by the officer.

“Patients on behalf of Sudrajat.” Call officer.

“Iya ..” Answered Gita while standing near the counter.

“Patients yes mbak. So pay on the spot.” The officer behind the glass replied.

“How ... ?” tanya Gilang immediately took over.

“Two million seven hundred eighty-three thousand, Sir.” Answer the officer straightforwardly.

Gilang immediately reached into his wallet, spending 30 pieces of red money to pay for medicine for his grandfather.

“Excess sir.” The officer returned two lenbars of red money to Gilang.

“This is the change, and the medicine is through the side door.” He continued kindly pointing out the door on his right side.

“Good, thank you.” Reply Gilang and Gita who then walk to the door that is meant.

The medicine was not a little. Over ten bottles of infusion they stacked inside a large moss box. There are some injection ampoules in it as well. Also some drugs in large quantities are certainly in the cardboard.

“Weight a’ ..” Gita broke the silence as they walked back to Sudrajat's grandfather's room in the hospital.

“Still heavy Eneng.” He said trying to joke with his wife.

“Eneng add fat ..?” gita asked her husband.

“A’a like how? Which contains as it is now or must be in the rich machine still girl?” ask Gita when they are in the elevator.

“E m .. how about Neng?” The Gilang sentence hangs for a few seconds looking at Gita's body carefully.

“Honestly A’ ..” Gita can't wait to get an answer from Gilang.

“Actually not much different size anyway. It seems there is a slight increase in Eneng's body weight. But, according to a’a anyway in the right place.” Gilang replied, placing one hand in front of his chest and the other under his chin with eyes still looking at Gita.

“Gimana ..?” gita was confused.

“This ... here. This size is enlarged and a’a likes.” Hey, Gilang's index finger is right over Gita's chest right now.

“Putar.” Her orders to Gita are like a goat congek following the orders of her husband.

“Nah .. this. This bumper size, which makes a’a more like, and always gemesh.” Oh ... Gilang Okay, Fix to omesan Kevin has dropped 100% to Gilang. He's been playing squeeze, on the back cheek of Gita's body.

“Eh .. This was the fall of harassment in public places you know, a’” Gita just realized it had been deceived by her husband. Unfortunately, the two of them who were in the elevator, the b0kong was crumpled, rich in rice remes tau ga. Fortunately they were just the two of them in that square box.

“The abuse was only done by a stranger Neng, if the husband did it. Fall to charity.” Kekeh Gilang hugged Gita from behind.

“Amal ... what charity?” tanya Gita turned to look at Gilang.

“Amal passion Neng.” Silent whisper in Gita's ear.

“Huuuhft, have a husband kok perverted gini.” Gita pretends to sulk.

Ting.

Elevator door opens. Both kemabli into serious mode.Can no longer continue the question and answer session that just ended friendly. Gilang has again lifted the box containing the drug earlier,. Towards the nursery of Sudrajat's grandfather.

“This sister.” Missing to put it on the nurse's desk.

“There are all the remedies?” ask the nurse to match the recipe and the paper in the cardboard.

“No know.” Answer the plain.

He forgot to ask the dispensary, whether the drug is all there.

“Oh .. okay. There is all. Thank you.” The nurse smiled happily.

“It's medicine for how long?” ask Gita who is curious about the range of costs they have to prepare each time will redeem the medicine for Sudrajat's grandfather.

“Huum ... two maybe three days will run out again.” The nurse answered without looking at Gita.

“What will it be like?” ask Gita again.

“Huum. Tomorrow morning my father and mother come again. To consult the doctor who handles. Last afternoon the doctor was there, but the family was not there to take care of the patient.” The nurse answered Gita.

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