Prince Gesrek

Prince Gesrek
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"Key, you're home alone?" mother Devi asked to see her eldest child entering the house.


"So it was ushered by Bagas, but Bagas went again to the place of Deden."


Key walked helplessly, approaching his mother who was sitting on the sofa facing the television that aired a cooking show.


"How's Deden doing?" Mother Devi seemed unfocused between responding to her son and seeing the television show "He's all right?"


"Prepare the tools and ingredients" said a beautiful female chef at the event.


"Deden is fine" Key replied coldly and flatly. "Mother's son is no good."


"Why?" asked Mother Devi again a little to slow down the voice on television.


"Cut and chop small onions." The voice on the television is still heard.


"Yes, mother. That guy must be chopped up the same cut-up."


"Eh?" Mother Devi responded not understanding.


"Smoot the skin dough until it is thick, and let stand for a moment."


"Emang tuh guys should be duluek let smooth! Get rid of all the bones!" key was upset.


"Key?" Mother Devi increasingly does not understand.


"Wrap the meat stir-fry with the skin of the dough that has been made. Use egg whites as adhesive."


"Mutilation! Wrap it! Throw it to Antarctica if you need to! Don't use eggs! Guys like that are bummer!" key is full of emotion.


"Why, anyway, mother's son?" tanya Mommy stroked Key's hair slowly.


"Fry and wait until browned, then drain."


"Fry! Burn it! Let me just go gosong! What do guys do that for? It can only make blood high!"


"Risol chicken is ready to eat." Chefs on television showed the results of the finished cuisine.


"Deden ugly! Ready to be bullied" Key said, mimicking the chef on television.


"Why? Deden, huh?"


"Mother ...." Key whined to hug his mother for a moment. "Wicked dedicate!"


"Why, Honey?"


"Let's Key hear he wants to move," said Key began sobbing. "To America, Bun, he didn't say the same Key! America, right, far ...." Key's back shaking his sobbing turned into a cry.


"Who are you from?" Mother Devi tried to calm down.


"Doctor Haidar. Key was in the hospital" Key said, crying.


"Have you asked me the same precedent?"


"Belom! Abis .. Every time Key saw his face, Key wanted his papa's words. Key wants a non-jok Dedennya!" Key's cry is getting louder.


"You're talking very well with Deden. Can't be angry with one side."


"Mother, how come, take him away?"


"No, that. If you use emotion, right, you won't know why Deden moved."


"Yes, Mommy" Key wiped the tears on his cheek. "Mother ... Key deja vu's. Key never cried gini, huh?"


"Ear! Same again, because of Deden," said Mother Devi giggled slowly.


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The hospital room where Deden was treated was more like a broken ship. Just imagine, every nurse who entered to check the condition of Deden's body, he stared intently and grieved at the people who were inside. Deden's room was really like a titanic ship that had already hit an iceberg. Who else would have done it if not the gesrek pedicab.


"You guys go home. Tomorrow school, I will wait for Deden here," said Juna suggested.


The stars are scattered in the night sky. They spend time joking, so it does not feel like time has passed. The time has been pointed at 10 pm, the time is up.


"Yes .. when I still miss Deden," said Gibran sad, his face pouted.


"Yes .. I want to be here," said Vino firmly.


"God! Mother, your father didn't go? How long have you been here?" Bagas berujar mediate. "Tomorrow you can come back here again!"


"That's Juna, it's okay here!" Vino responded inadmissively.


"He's, right, Deden's best friend from childhood!" bagas explained. "Udah biarin Deden rest."


"Gue's gonna miss your keges, Den!" yelled Gibran seriously.


"Sobbly maneh! Go home there!" tell Deden with a laugh.


"Dadah .. my friend" said Vino dramatically. He was pulled by Bagas out followed by Gibran.


The night was getting late, but Deden was still not closed. Juna was sitting on the sofa because he was sleepy.


At two in the morning, the air feels cold even though it is in the room. People were sleeping, the atmosphere felt very quiet.


The door of the room opened, featuring a person in a white suit with a panicked and pale face.


"Ngapain maneh here? I told you, I won't see you again!" ketus Deden when he saw Haidar who was standing in the doorway.


Juna woke up, he was awake. His brows furrowed in confusion when he saw Haidar who was just standing there pecking.


"Mrs Rena!" said Haidar panicked.


"Mama Rena?"


Deden's feeling was bad, he immediately got off the bed and took off his infusion from the support pole.


"What's? T-aunty Rena is here? Rayyan's mother?" Juna was surprised.


Deden ran out of the room, no longer asking for an explanation from Haidar. The infusion bag is dragged like a car pulled by a child. Deden did not care, if he pulled the infusion hose from his hand like in the film it would cause cuts and torn skin. So, Deden just pulled him to follow.


Rena's room door was closed, the doctor and nurse were trying to handle it.


Haidar and Juna walked into the room. Looks like a very slump inside.


"Clear to me. What's this?!" snapped Juna pulls the collar of Deden's shirt. "Why is Mama Rena here?!"


"I'm sorry" said Deden.


"By the way! I don't need your apologies!" Juna tightened his grip.


"Gue's sorry, sorry. I don't know what to say, but .. sorry," said Deden, lowering his head.


"Gue said I don't need your apology!"


Deden took a deep breath, as short as he could explain the true events to Juna. Deden's face looks sorry, sometimes he cursed himself. Juna looked surprised and struck, a look of hatred he instantly lay on the person before him.


"Who's the guardian?" A tall doctor with slightly whitened hair came out of the room.


"How's Miss Rena doing, Doctor Adam?" asked Haidar who had just followed. On the way to Rena's room he was a bit stuck earlier.


"Sorry-"


"Don't apologize!" bented Deden half yelled. "Tanganin Mama Rena spit! She why?!"


"May I ask to speak in private?" pinta Adam with a shady look.


"Cepet tell me right now! Mama Rena why?!" deden insisted.


"We tried our best. However, the disease experienced by Mrs Rena has gotten worse. When the kidneys are unable to perform their functions properly, this organ will produce inflammatory agents, namely cytokines," said Dr. Adam sighed for a moment. "This cytokine will then create inflammation or inflammation in the blood vessels. As a result, the function of blood vessels is disrupted and at risk of narrowing. This is what triggers a heart attack."


"Mama Rena's okay, right?" bentak Deden's getting impatient.


"He had a heart attack. Deaths were recorded on Monday, June 15, 2020, at 02:27 am." Doctor Adam seemed to feel very guilty. "I'm sorry, we've tried our best."


"Can't be!" Deden slammed into the room.


Rena's body was covered entirely with white cloth, the nurses who were in the room came out after saying goodbye.


"Mama wake! No one can leave me again! No one can!" deden started crying. "Mama wake! Don't go ... please! I don't want to lose another mother."


Haidar turned around, he left the room. I can't just see everything that's happening.


Bugh!


Juna pulled Deden's body and hit him hard in the face. Emotions enveloped him.


"Don't think I don't know. Si*lan!" A back punch was given on Deden's cheek after he stood up. "It turns out lo!"


Deden stood back up, the corner of his lips torn and bleeding. "Gue .. I made Rayyan die" Deden said in tears. "Gue also .. I also now make Mama Rena die because not becus menggurusnus. Hit me, Jun! I want to be hit!" shout Deden.


"You mean, with lo so Deden lo can wipe everything down? Kafa breng*ek!" Juna continued to pound Deden with his fists. Deden just accepted it.


"Gue was trying to take responsibility," said Deden slowly, tears continuing to flow down his cheeks. "Mama Rena .. is like my own mother."


"Gue .. is really disappointed!" juna said leaving with a feeling of annoyance.


"Gue won't care anymore. I won't care about Deden any more than Kafa!" juna said in his heart.


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