Pasung Tuan Muda's

63. Good People Will Always Meet Good People

Upon arrival in the room with a very cold temperature, I screeched with Ziva for not knowing where she was being treated at this time. There are only medical personnel who pass by without saying a word, for some reason a bright morning wrapped gracefully in blue clouds many residents are stricken with disease.

Unable to stand for longer, Ziva and I went through each corridor of the hospital in a relentless daze. Right in the portal with the inscription of the Corpse Room, we were silent and very puffy.

The light in the room was also reddish-orange, adding to our adrenaline to open the front door of the room. However, I am not a person who is too bold to do that, so the gaze only exchanged looks at friends on the right side.

“Ziv, you are sure the room is here,” I said clarify.

“Nissa, who died? This is the mortuary, where maybe your mama is treated here,” she replied slightly sneering.

“Well, continue, we have to find where else dong? Kan, we've been twirling around every corner of the room but not too late,” I argue a little stiff.

Using her right hand, Ziva touched my forehead which was dripping cold sweat. However, we did not get the room we were looking for. Even to ask other medical personnel, it felt very scared. After both feet tired in stepping, we finally stopped at the portal that presented the sisters in white clothes.

While we were still wearing high school uniforms because we both pulled out of school, even without permission. I was so scared that any teacher would recognize us, or even the principal who Ziva said he was the brother of the owner of the hospital.

The woman as the nurse pushed the patient on the couch, we were poking around and Ziva pulled the little uniform.

“Sus,” called him gently, then the interlocutor stopped and looked at the two of us intently.

“Yes, what's wrong? Why are you in front of the morgue?” answer it while throwing away the question.

“Sus, is there a patient named Marissa? The problem is he just had an accident this morning, my sambar” with breath is no longer neutral.

“Marissa, yes?” Seemed from earlier, the sister was just a mere ruffled waist because of thinking hard. However, it seemed that he did not know of the presence of the patient by the name we mentioned earlier.

Before long, the nurse moved back to the front room, but she met us for a long time. Tired of waiting, Ziva and I just exchanged looks. As for shuffling away, it felt impossible. Even though we left, the patient who was on the couch how his fate.

A few minutes later, a doctor was wearing a stethoscope. His presence made the entire body very trembling, how not, he carried a fairly large syringe and gloves that were covered in blood. I who suddenly kepo also raised the body while looking at the doctor sharply.

“Dok,” said I held the handsome man in the green uniform.

The opponent stopped his actions while looking at my face sharply. “Yes, can I help you?”

“Dok, there was a patient named Marissa who entered this hospital?” askaku expectantly.

From the front, the doctor thought hard. However, from just now on it was only glued without taking out a word. Ziva and I followed her. From the back, the nurse came again carrying a piece of paper. I don't know what he's carrying at the moment, being very hasty in stepping.

“Sus, you why?” ask the doctor.

“Dok, the patient on behalf of Marissa is in the orchid room,” he replied while giving a piece of paper.

“Gosh! Marissa was, right, my mama's name,” my sambar by pressing my mouth using both hands.

“Bby, but you can not enter, yes, only medical personnel can enter the room.” After saying that, we hurried to leave the front of the mortuary.

Apparently, to get to the orchid room is not on the first floor, we have to climb the stairs to get to the room. So curious I, Ziva who is a friend of High School is not ignored anymore and left on the second floor stairs.

Arrive at the front with a portal that reads Orchid Room, the doctor and nurse entered the room first while closing the door. While Ziva and I were just waiting outside together with a woman I didn't know myself. I don't know what the woman in red clothes did, because from then on she just played her phone nonstop.

Ziva pulled my hand for us to sit on the waiting chair. “Nissa, you are patient, yes.”

“Ziv, I'm not calm if I haven't seen my mama there,” I replied a little whining sadly.

“God will definitely protect your mama, we just pray the best out here. Hopefully, God will grant our prayers,” he replied again.

“Thank you, Ziv, you've cheered me today.” Very gently, I hugged Ziva who was on the right side.

Before long, the red-clad woman on the left approached by looking at us both very softly. However, until now we did not recognize who the woman was. For sure he was waiting for someone also on the hospital bench.

“Who are you, Tan?” ask Ziva.

“I am Risma, my friend is again in there to get doctor treatment,” he said as he stared at the door of the room.

“Loh, is your Aunt Marissa?” ask Ziva again.

“I am his co-worker, this morning I brought Marissa to this hospital,” replied the red-clothed aunt.

“Thank you, yes, Tan. Because Auntie has brought my mother here, try if there is no Aunt, what will be my mama.” After answering, I hugged the red-clad woman who was sitting down.

“Loh, you are Marissa's son?” tanyakanya.

“Yes, Tan, I am Marissa's mother's son. My name is Anissa,” I replied while introducing the name.

“Well, you deserve to be so similar to your mama. Very soft and beautiful, but calm. The doctors have given the best care to your mama.”

“Thank you all, you guys have helped me and my mama. Don't know what else to say, because in this day and age there are still angels who have noble hearts like you.”

After crying non-stop, Aunt Risma also raised her body while walking down the stairs. I don't know what he's doing, maybe he'll go back to work because Ziva and I have reached the hospital to look after Mama.

However, I still want to get acquainted with him and be close. Because I don't know what the chronology of this morning's events looks like. I haven't had time to ask, Aunt Risma seems to be very hasty with her affairs.

Unexpectedly, the person who had been away had come back, in his right and left hand like carrying something I don't know what.

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