Reaching Dreams

Chapter 90

"My Kok? I'm not saying, why is it wrong?" tanya Tiara pretended to be plain.

"For you just now, it's still dawn and the whimpering doesn't stop! Though only a false contraction of the cake usually..."

"No more fuss. It's noisy!" cut bu Sarifah mediate.

Tiara and Rahma instantly fell silent while playing eyes and lips to continue the debate.

"Frans, you call Dolly! Have him pick up his wife, tell her Tiara's place isn't here but where her husband lives" Sarifah's mother said asking Frans for help in contacting Dolly.

"Good, Mom. Later Frans called him, after arriving at the office," replied Frans obediently.

Meanwhile, the debate between Tiara and Rahma continued despite using sign language.

"You two are already big, already know how good it feels to the world. But your attitude is like a child fighting over toys." said Sarifah without seeing Tiara or Rahma.

"Dad, breakfast is ready. Will it be served now or later?" ask the housekeeper who cooks.

"Now! Let them all shut up. Busy with food forget to fight." replied Ms. Sarifah quipped Tiara and Rahma who were struggling.

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Christie's stomach is back as if stirred. Christie had only spewed liquid since then because her stomach had not been filled with food.

Agatha who heard the sound of people vomiting from her son's room approached. He was curious about the sound that resembled someone experiencing morning sickness.

Agatha found Christie sitting on the floor facing the closet. Christie's face was pale from lack of fluids. Christie had lost her appetite for a few days. So that his body is weak without energy, especially he at all times vomit fluid in his stomach because of nausea is so great.

"Why again, Christie?" ask Agatha in panic.

Agatha approached her son and helped him stand up and told Christie to just fall in the room.

"Mom, drink," Christie's pinta limp.

"Yes, briefly. Let's take Bik Nah!" agatha replied while squeezing the intercom in the room.

Not long after, a housekeeper came to bring a glass of ginger water for Christie.

"Sleep, Mom!" christie replied lethargicly as she poked her head against the pillow. Christie pulled her blanket over her neck, she slept curled into a roll.

An hour later the family doctor called to check on Christie arrived. Bik Nah, who is believed to be in the family, accompanied the doctor to examine Christie.

"How's Non Christie doing, Doc?" ask after the doctor has finished checking.

"Would be taken to the hospital. The tool is more complete there. I cannot give any certainty about Miss Christie's illness" explained the half-century-old doctor.

"Is that so, Doc? The Madam and the Master are not at home, where I dare to take Non Christie to the hospital without their consent." bik Nah honestly explained.

"Alright then, you can just redeem this medicine at the pharmacy. This drug is to reduce nausea in Miss Christie," the doctor advised on bik Nah.

"Good, Doc. Thank you." replied Nah while following the doctor out of her bedroom.

"Yourhhlft! The doctor won't explain my pain, meaning it's still safe. I hope it's safe until tomorrow!" christie murmured softly.

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"Mas, can I have her autograph?" said Mr. Sarifah when Mr. Dewa came to visit during lunch hour.

"What's the autograph for?" ask the Lord while holding a cup containing green tea made by his beloved wife.

"I'm sorry, Mom. During being your wife a lot of wrong and my khilaf," said Ms. Sarifah while sitting near Pak Dewa by holding a piece of paper and a pen.

"What are you talking about? Keep this what?" asked the Lord to put the cup back after sipping a little.

Ms. Sarifah thrust the paper and ballpoint pen she held onto Mr. Dewa.

"What does this mean?" shouted Mr. Dewa so surprised when reading the contents of the writing in the paper.

"I'm waiting for the right time to remarry so halal touches you. You even filed for divorce! Do you hate me that much?" honestly, Mr. Dewa, even though he wants to give a surprise remarriage. It turns out that he was surprised first because of a divorce lawsuit from his wife, Sarifah ma'am.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I don't want to ruin Mas's household with Mas's current wife. Rahma and I are used to living together, while Mas and Mas's wife are now always together for a dozen years. It will be hard to forget the person who accompanied us for a dozen years. So I beg you, I agree to my request!" said Mrs Sarifah at length.