ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 204: HONEY DIAN

Sudrajat oxygen hose has been replaced with one that only flows directly into the patient's nostril. So maybe Sudrajat can communicate smoothly to people who visit him.

“Bapak .. can we go home? Tomorrow again we will go back to look at you.” Pamit Dian to her in-laws.

There was a nod to that weak head. This time his mouth opened a little. Want to try talking.

“D .. ii.” the frail voice was weak.

Gilang's mother watched carefully. Followed by Gilang and Gita who were impatient to know what words Sudrajat wanted to say.

“Dih ... in .. aan.” Deuteronomy staggered.

“Iya sir.” Gilang's mother held her in-laws' hands back.

“Ma .. af.” He said with tears coming out again. Dian reflexes kissed the hands of in-laws who had been in his hands since.

“Bapak .. I was also a lot wrong on the father. Quickly healed yes.” Now, Gilang's mother's tears finally shed as well. Since then he has been hard-earned so as not to come out. She did not want to, her in-laws grieved let alone felt guilty. However, it seemed like the old man had been holding back the regret he could not express. Then he can say sorry sentences when they will leave.

“Laaaang ..” Sudrajat turned to the grandson he had treated arbitrarily. GIlang just stared at the man named Sudrajat.

“Ma..af.” Again with Gilang. Gilang's roaring chest beats the beat as he will pronounce the phrase Qobul when marrying Gita. How he was not moved, the person he hated the most was now saying sorry to him. Orangutu is older than him, even in a weak condition as well. What Gilang would still nurture was his resentment and anger towards this helpless man.

“Clearly get well soon .. so much time for us together.” Gilang stroked Sudrajat's leg which was near his hand.

Sudrajat nodded slowly, trying to widen his lips to the left and to the right. A sign of his heart improving from before.

“Pamit yes sir.” Dian's birthday ended their meeting. A small nod and a slightly raised hand let go of the three people.

“Titip my in-law yes, sus. And this is for you guys getting healthier and excited about keeping it.” Gilang's mother said goodbye to the nurse who took care of her husband's father. Seeing the condition of the in-laws who could not possibly consume the fruits he brought earlier. So, the hand was only he gave to the nurses who stood guard in the room.

“wah .. bother. Thank you very much bu.” The guard girang received a considerable amount of buahan parsewl from Gilang's mother.

“Sorry .. don't forget tomorrow consultation with doctor yes.” The nurse reminded me. Look at Gita and Gilang.

“Iya .. yes sus. We will come.” Answer Gita quickly.

“You made an appointment with a doctor?” ask Gilang's mother when they are in the elevator will go down to the ground floor.

“Oh .. not really. The doctor wanted to meet the patient's family. Want to explain in detail the state of grandfather.” Reply Gita, while Gilang speaks only a thousand languages.

“Lho .. Where did Gibran and his mother go?” ask Gilang's mother who feels strange. Aren't they just visiting. And it wasn't Gibran's mother who was in charge of Sudrajat's admission to this hospital.

“Gibran's father fell in the bathroom and had to be operated. It just came out of the operating room.” Gita answered again to inform her in-laws.

“Iya ma'am. We met Gibran when we accidentally boiled medicine for grandfather.” Obviously Gita again.

“Can we look at all?” the question sentence was clearly pointed at Gilang his son. What he saw from earlier put on a cold face, similar to a dry kanebo. Dian knows, Gilang's heart is not okay, for everything he met today.

“Mom ready to meet Aunt Lisa her mother Gibran?” tanya Gilang ensures the fortitude of the mother.

“Not yesterday Lisa has come to the house to spare your sick grandfather's information.” Gilang's mother reminded. Which means this isn't his first meeting with Gibran's mother.

Cross it yourself who presses the number button on the wall. Without waiting for the elevator door to open. He still remembers on what floor Gibran's father is in care now.

“True here?” ask Gilang's mother.

“This is the name ...” designate Gita on the name listed in front of the room.

Dian nodded, and then knocked on the door.

Gibran who was inside, immediately opened and let his guest in.

Looks puffy and swollen eyes Lisa Gibran's mother. However, no one can represent her grievous feelings towards her husband's condition.

Dian approached and hugged Lisa. The woman who had been at her honey. Talk about how Edy feels about this woman named Lisa. To be sure, this woman who was in his arms, was once legitimately the wife of her husband. I am still married to the same person. What's his name if not honey?

“How did it happen?” dian asked without mentioning names or calls to women who he himself was confused on how to call.

“Papa Gibran indeed previous stroke mbak. And that day, Gibran was in the hospital looking after grandfather. And sa .. yes …. Hicks .. His hiks”tangisnya out again, can not smoothly continue his speech. Dian stroked Lisa's back to give peace, to Gubran's mother.

“Hah .. “ His chest is wasting breath.

“Papa Gibran indeed we never lived alone at home. We always took turns to look after her. But, that day ..” again, his speech came to a halt. Then stepped closer to her husband who had not been conscious, due to the drug is still happening in his body.

“But due to our depleted economic circumstances. There is no way we have to bear the cost of papa Gibran and his grandfather simultaneously. So, I went to Dian.” His words without pause also released shame. When admitting his family's financial incompetence.

Gibran no longer care about his face, his shame has been put under his feet. Free to act in front of the leaders of the company where he works. Although he still remembers, he used to be very spoiled and in the children of the Sudrajat family.

“So .. when you stay to see me. Papa Gibran fell ?” reiterate Dian finish with clear words per word Lisa conveyed.

“Iya. Mas Reza fell in the bathroom. I was a little late when I got home. Just when he was just lying down, but his head had hit hard. So ... yes this is.” He rubbed his head around the bandage.

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