Red Noctah
The Part 52
"Yourself, why are you in the hospital?" ask the man.
"Astaghfirullahalazim .. I have to see the doctor, my son is sick, Mas. Sorry excuse me, may Allah be quick to take away your sickness, Mas," his prayer was sincere.
"Aamiin .. can I see your son, If, Razik is very funny, and adorable, hopefully soon be given health again."
"May, my son is in the nursery. Aamiin .. thank you, Mas," he replied with a nod.
They split up in the hospital corridor, because Bila had to see the doctor who handled Razik. The woman was more stubborn than before, this was the thing that no mother wanted to hear the most. About her child's deteriorating health. If it could be exchanged, any mother would definitely replace it with her.
When entering the room with the ivory white door with a huff. His heart was troubled, afraid that something unwanted would happen.
"Astaghfirullah ...." The woman beristighfar much to neutralize the heart and heart that began to work with each worry.
While Bisma immediately darted so parked her car in the hospital parking lot. The man half ran towards the Razik room he got from Bik Lastri. Half his heart cursed him who had not found out since night. Bhishma was so worried.
The man opened the door to Razik's room just like that, the net went straight to the bed. Found her father-in-law, uh her former father-in-law waiting for her granddaughter there.
"Bisma?" Miss Rima said hello.
"Yes, Bun, I'm sorry I just arrived, I just found out that Razik's sick?" his weakness felt very sinful.
"Yesterday the fever did not subside, until the morning we decided to take him to the hospital," replied Bu Rima sad.
"I'm sorry dear Dad, I should have samperin you last night." The man immediately cradled his son and kissed him. The boy himself was asleep just getting checked and given medicine.
"When not tell you?" ask Bu Rima to make sure. His son is outrageous when that's the case.
"Not Bun, yesterday the phone might have intended to tell, but my phone ran out of power. I just found out the night after opening HP, I called back many times not lifted. This morning I got word from Lastri, I want to see Razik out of breech," explained the man, the corner of his eye condensing. There are a lot of wounds there.
Fear of parting again with her son, or even the most heartbreaking possibility of being separated because Razik has to join her mother with her new family. His heart was again hurt thinking that.
"Where are you, Bun? Why wasn't it seen earlier?" tanyanya rouse.
The creaking of the door of the room opened, poking the beautiful woman in the mocca hijab with her face veiled. Making the two pairs of eyes that were highlighting him in the room wonder. Between the bisma and also when staring at each other. Bhishma with a thousand question marks, and when with guilt.
"Honey, why are you crying, Razik is sick?" berondong Bu Rima direct. Can't bear to see her daughter just staring at the door like she's confused.
Bhishma came closer, his face was the same as his mother's, worried and also anxious, afraid of bad things to happen to Razik.
"DBD Bun," he answered more to lead to Mother.
Mum and Bhishma quietly breathe a sigh of relief, although DHF is also dangerous but Razik is not exposed to a more serious disease. Bhishma was very afraid to hear that.
"Yes Allah .. how sorry Razik is, maybe now the game must be careful. Yesterday had played in the backyard, the transition season was prone to fever and the like."
"Bun, may I speak to your daughter, alone, there is something I want to say." Bhishma was eager to ask the purpose and action of If who ignored his call, even though in the midst of the excitement of information about his son. There Bhishma was very disappointed, even though the woman did not like, even hated herself but should not be selfish about their son. Honestly, Bhishma had a deep trauma separated from Razik, enduring the longing it hurt.
When he looked at the man and nodded, previously Bu Rima had also allowed. They headed to the hospital park, an open place that many people pass even from a distance.
"Why are you ignoring my phone, when? I know you hate me, but I don't want the slightest information about Razik you don't share" Bhishma protested without further ado.
"You who first ignored my call, because it was busy with new people, how can I tell you while you yourself are helpless to lift the phone from me," replied Nabila quite telling.
Bhishma certainly did not accept being called busy with new people, he even accidentally drove his best friend. The man laughed in ridicule.
"You're not wrong to accuse me? I know you hate me half-dead, but I am not like you who easily accept others in my heart" he replied with flushed eyes. Emotions seemed to be a little annoying to the man.
If the same, more angry at the question. His heart was in turmoil plus the accusation made the woman could not control the turmoil of his heart.
"Yes, I hate you who keep lying to me, I hate you with your dishonesty. I hate why I couldn't figure it out in the first place." Nabila crouched down, she cried as she pleased.
While Bisma himself is confused by the emotional words of his ex-wife. He panned from above with a sad face mixed with confusion. His heart always wavers when he sees the woman he still loves crying. Bhishma can at least, see a woman crying especially when. The man crouched down.
"Don't cry When, since I can't wipe your tears anymore, please tell me clearly, which part of my dishonesty?"
