ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 218: LATO-LATO SEEDS

The Gita was still chaotic, as after hearing the green balloon pop. He could not cover his curiosity about the state of Gilang that had been between him with tears towards the operating room. Gita immediately asked the doctor for an explanation.

“Sorry ...” Reply to the other doctor who is approaching Gita. While others have walked with blankar to the morgue.

All that remains is Gita.

Only he did not care about Sudrajat's continuation. For him Gilang is everything. Not no matter, only the state of Gilang is more important to him, which is surrounded by the curiosity of the god level.

“Gimana ..?” repeat it to the doctor who is still standing in front of him.

“Sorry mom. Your husband has already injected us dius.” With a sweet smile the doctor replied to Gita's thunder.

“Mean …? His kidney was not taken, right doctor?” gita held the doctor's hand, asking for a clear answer.

“No, ma'am. Let alone the mother's husband. Grandpa wasn't in surgery. God has given the best way for everything.” Pat the doctor on Gita's shoulder.

Huh, again the tears of the Gita. Is there a word more than gratitude that Gita can say to the great God. When the sincerity that her husband gave her, that is when God gave them the way of mercy. Is not Allah a test according to His power. No more and never less. Sometimes it is only man who is always bad at the plan that God has prepared for His people. Uh, but Gita's sinning isn't he? Feeling grateful for Sudrajat's grandfather's death. Or all including the readers who yesterday ngaku already ride rolllercoster, also have suffered from the syndrome of congregational sin. Because I am satisfied with this death. Ampuuns. It's just a shame, yeah.

“Alhamduliah. Can I see how he is?” ask Gita politely.

“Please, and the mother's husband can be moved to the usual care room only. Because, there are still some other operations that we can forward the schedule.” Tell the doctor firmly.

Yes ... yes. It was a private, expensive and professional hospital. Who has a lot of operations. After one, there are already many who are willing to be executed. So that Gita can not linger filming melancholy drama in the operating room.

Sudrajat's body is finished in the bath, and will soon be ready to be buried. It was a hassle, because Dian asked that her in-laws be buried in Bandung alone, close to the tomb of Edy Sudrajat her husband. By road, hoping to have time before 3 pm will be buried.

Unlike Gilang who is still waiting for by Gita in the usual care room. Gita was still patiently waiting for her husband to be aware of the effects of the dope running on her body.

“Neng ..” The word came out of Gilang's mouth when he saw Gita's sad face looking at her husband's face.

“A’a already aware?” Gita looked at her husband with a sparkling face.

“Where's grandpa?” tanya Gilang immediately realized.

“Stt ... don't move much first. Luka a’a is still very dangerous.” Point Gita on the surface of Gilang skin covered with bandages.

“Oh .. forgot.” Reply Gilang a little dazed.

“One more hour we fly to Bandung yes a’.” Answer Gita back.

“Hah ... why?” ask Gilang astonished.

“Grandpa is dead A’. And since then they have brought it by road.” Answer the Gita explains.

“Then we?” ask again.

“Ga possible in one ambulance there should be two people brought in a collapsed condition. So, Eneng wait a’a just sober. We go to Bandung with Helly mama Rona.” Answer Gita relax. Forgetting that they have stock toys that they can take with them wherever they like. Aye.

“Already, everything has been arranged Brother Kevin. If a’a wants to be present at grandfather's funeral. Let's go to Bandung. If not, we are here. May be able to join the funeral virtually.” Gita said casually.

“Oh .. Yes we have to Bandung now.” The spirit of Gilang trying to sit.

“Pelan-pelan. His wound would bleed. It's still sewing open.” Gita pointed at the body part that was slightly attached to the bandage.

“A’a change clothes first.” He tried to stand up.

“Sini Eneng help. That must have hurt.” Said Gita mengulum smile when behind Gilang's body.

“This is true Neng. Kidney A’a the rest of one?” I felt something strange. Why does he not feel pain. There was only a bandage stuck near his stomach.

“Lah ... was in the operating room why? Kidney surgery or remove lato-lato seeds?” gita's laughter broke a little.

“Iih. Yes kidney lah.” He answered with help from his wife to put on her clothes.

“Ya. That's why the band here. Not here.” Hus ... Gita hands naughty yes. It was as if pointing to the zipper part of her husband's pants.

“But it doesn't hurt. Rich no wound here.” I swear it's okay.

“Ya .. kan dope effect can also make the pain feel. Just wait for tonight, surely it has started to twitch.” Answer the Gita. In order for Gilang to believe that now his kidneys are one.

Crisscrossed the part of the bandage slowly. And he really felt it was okay.

“Why did grandpa die Neng?” ask Gilang when they are already on the heliped, above the Hildimar Hospital.

“Because his struggle in the world is finished.” Answer the classic Gita.

Along the way Gilang in unusual flavors. He felt his body was fine. Makes him feel unapologetic about deciding to donate his kidney. Which turned out not as bad as he thought. He had thought that he would be weak, he would not be able to walk right away. Maybe he'll go into a coma. Heh. The thoughts that flail in Gilang's head. Sometimes he lowered his head, making sure that his body had been hit by a scalpel. But, really. He didn't feel any pain in that part.

Dian's house became Sudrajat's last place. Gilang had scrambled short readings as his grandfather's last introduction. Before they could properly deliver the body to its final resting place.

Gibran and Lisa were also given news, so they were present at Sudrajat's grandfather's funeral. The Gita family dominated the event. Because they were indeed from the beginning accompanied the return of Sudrajat's grandfather.

“Lang ... follow digging.” Kevin gave the spade to Gilang.

Gilang looked confused. He looked at Kevin. Gita and Dian, her mother. Why did this brother-in-law order him to do such a heavy job. Wasn't he a postoperative patient. Why was he told to work so hard. Although only digging as a formality, because there are diggers who have been paid to stockpile the body. But why is Kevin as if to ignore his suffering.

“Ikhlas Lang's. Give your last respects to the grandfather.” Now it is the turn of Dienra Gita's father who patted his shoulder so that Gilang took part in the meal.

“Ah ...I... Ii .. yes.” The answer was stamped and took a shovel to help hoard the wet red soil.

Not to forget Kevin also handed one more shovel to Gibran. To do the same with Gilang. Didn't Gibran actually eat more of the services of the grandfather.

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