Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 60. How Can I Not Love You

How Can I Not Love You

(How could I not love you)

taken from the title song sung by Joey Enriquez-Taken from

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Surabaya

Tama

"It's the sixth day" explained the doctor who handled the design. "The fever is down, but it is entering a critical phase."

"The platelets are only 30,000 and continue to decline. This resulted in bruises and purple rashes."

"We keep not to platelets drop dramatically. In order to escape the horse saddle and get into the recovery phase."

He continued to look at the sleeping design. Feeling guilty about being late.

"I'm waiting here" he said as Kinan invited him to sleep at the hotel.

Earlier, once the last lab results came out and made sure Reka was exposed to DBD, he immediately contacted Devano. Directing a number of tasks that can be represented. Including coordinating with Waka regarding the implementation of ketupat jaya operations.

"Not coming home tomorrow?" Kinan clearly doubted his intention to wait for Reka. Know for sure if the flight departure ticket tomorrow morning is in hand.

"No. I'm here until the critical phase has passed" he replied confidently. "You rest at home."

Kinan did not argue. Maybe too tired. Yes, they were both tired of being in this kind of unpleasant situation.

And all night he stayed awake. Pay attention to the sleeper with worry. While hoping, one day can make up for his mistakes so far.

"Wake up?" His prayer when entering the curtain after performing dawn prayers at the hospital mosque. A nurse removes an oxygen hose and another nurse replaces the infusion fluid.

"Champion's son, sir. It's out of oxygen" the nurse said with a smile.

"Thank you, Sus." He smiled back. It was nice to see that Reka had opened her eyes and was now looking at her.

"Later nine o'clock can move to the inpatient room," said the nurse before leaving them.

"The hero fell down" he continued, sitting on the side of the bed.

The designer looked at him while holding his neck. "Us yes ...."

He nodded. Immediately take the water from the table.

"Slow down ...." He said while helping Reka drink through a straw.

But Reka just choked and wanted to vomit.

"Vomitize." His giddy eyes surrounded the curtains looking for a container to hold the vomit. But not found. "Don't hesitate."

Reka shakes. "Mu al ...."

He nodded in understanding. "Drinking slowly .. a little so not nauseous."

The plan is back to shake. "U have."

It cringes.

"Yak mi num be si ...."

He laughed. "What do you drink? I'll bring you."

Again the plan shook.

He sat back on the side of the bed. Looking at Reka who was also looking at him. But soon after, Reka was seen trying hard to close her eyes.

He smiles. Get well very soon, buddy.

Exactly at eight Kinan came with om Pram. He who was sitting on the side of the bed immediately got up and got out of the way. Let om Pram check the state of Reka and question her.

He pegged at the corner of the curtain, noticing the Design who only answered with a nod and a sash.

Soon, Pram went out without saying hello. Then Kinan turned to look at her, "Breakfast?"

He walked around Kinan to the park behind the IGD. The small flower garden located in the hospital environment is equipped with several chairs and tables. It seems that it is a facility that is deliberately provided for patient waiters to unwind.

"Sego crew?" Kinan put two boxes and two bottles of mineral water on the table. "Favorite or forgotten?"

He grabbed the box and opened it, "Thank you."

They eat in silence. Only the sound of birds squeaking flying to and fro. And the footsteps of one or two nurses who walked hastily through the garden.

"I want to hear from the beginning" he said, closing the empty box. Because it has moved all into the stomach.

"They can be this severe," he continued, sipping mineral water.

Kinan stopped the bribe. "During the fast .. the training schedule at the club is the same as the usual days."

"No adjustment?" It's wonder.

"They themselves asked."

"And you agree?"

"They asked the coach without my knowledge, Mas."

He clicked. "So sick from the exhaustion?"

Kinan. "That afternoon .. I'm still picking up the club. We go straight and break the fast at the Mall."

"Return from Mall .. until home ... Design suddenly fever."

"They said .. limp, dizzy, sore and bruised."

"Because of the rapid escalation of fever ... early in the morning I brought it to the ER."

"Directly check the lab and infused fever reliever."

"The platelets are still 250. So you can go straight home. Origin of Paracetamol once every four hours and drink a lot of water."

"But Reka wants to keep fasting ...."

It cringes.

"I'm banned. I know myself Reka. What's the hard."

It's getting cringing.

"Two days still fever and always fasting."

"Sorenya out Mas call .. if I break the fast I can not enter anything. Always been vomiting."

"That's the third day. I'm taking it to the ER again. Platelets 120."

"Mas Pram said he had to be hospitalized. But Reka doesn't want to. Revoke infusion. Exit the ER while getting angry ...."

"Don't you tell me?" He shook his head in disbelief.

Kinan. "I think I can handle myself without having to bother Mas."

"Other times call me directly," he lamented. "Reska's emotions are too explosive."

"Do you need help from a psychologist?" Ask carefully. "They should start learning to regulate emotions. Don't hurt yourself."

Kinan sighed. Not answering his question. Go back to continuing the story. "At home he couldn't get into anything. Everything that is eaten comes out even water."

"Udah used infusion but still did not help. Because the design can not be silent, it has dropped still a lot of motion."

"It's harder to get into food and drinks. Finally dehydrated. The first day the face and hands begin to swell. Limes."

"The body vomits when the stomach is not there. I'm taking it straight to the IGD."

"Then it came ...."

He took a deep breath after knowing the truth about the chronology of his illness.

"If so .. Who is wrong? Me? Always me? A mother who doesn't take care of a child?" Kinan challenged his gaze.

"Minor, please ...." He shook. "I'm not guilty of anyone including you. I'm just shocked. And disappointed that it's almost too late."

"But that looks a lot different."

"Oh, my ...." He grumbles. "Are you sure (you sure)? We gonna fight here?"

Kinan closed the box that still contained half a serving of krawu rice with a rough movement. "It's because Mas's the one who provoked the quarrel."

Then leave him.

"Damned!" He cursed with a mouth that felt bitter and stiff. I don't know how long he hasn't cursed like this. He even almost forgot how to curse that could satisfy the heart.

He shook his head. Throw a box of used krawu rice and a bottle of mineral water into a trash can that is five meters away. Then breathe a sigh of relief when the box and bottle successfully enter the target on target.

He was just about to get up when the phone in his pocket vibrated the sign of the incoming message.

Future wife: 'How is the Design? May God grant healing and health, aamiin.'

Future Wife: 'Company the Design first until it recovers. The plan goes with Icad and Umay can be when.'

He smiled to himself. If Sada knew he was writing Pocut's name with Future wife, surely the sableng sister had been spinning and mocking him a day ago.

Yeah, since Pocut nodded in the library room, he immediately changed the name of Pocut's contact to future wife. Because writing can be prayer, right? Right now he needs prayer. A strong prayer. So strong.

"Hello?" Without waiting, he called.

"...."

"Why silence?"

"I just got a message. Why call?"

He smiles. "Can't you?"

"...."

He raised his head. Look at the birds that chirp and fly here. "Sorry break the promise. We're not talking and Icad Umay's road plan is failing."

"It's okay. Design Health is more important."

He wanted to say how can I not love you but what he said was, "Thank you. Today ... Where is the plan?"

Gee? He was surprised by the curious desire that suddenly appeared.

"At home only. Cooking for halal bi halal orders."

He smiled nodding. "Congratulations ... Cooking?"

"...."

"Prayer get well soon."

"It's Allah."

He closed the call with a smile. Never thought when turning around almost hit Kinan.

"Finally ... managed to chat with him?" Kinan smiled. But to him it was more like a mockery. "After waiting all night, can we talk now?"

"An amazing woman .. until it makes a Wiratama Yuda wait ...."

"Don't start ...." He nodded in disagreement.

Kinan was still smiling. "Send my greetings .. to .. happy cooking." Then turn away.

"Now Reka wants to be moved to the inpatient room," continued Kinan who had stepped away leaving her with a stiff tone of voice. "I'm just here to tell you that."

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Jakarta

Pocktail

The last time Tama called was three days ago. Giving news if the condition of the design is getting better and thanking for praying for healing.

During that time, he was struck by fears that Raka would come to the house even though Tama was still in Surabaya. But all the anxiety was not proven. Mr. Raka didn't even contact him at all.

He can also breathe freely. Because you do not have to bother thinking about the answer if Raka sir comes ahead of Tama.

During that time, Icad's attitude had returned as usual. No longer ignore let alone say ketus. Icad had even finished reading five of the twelve notebooks belonging to bang Is.

"Great dad, Ma?" Icad looked at him with sparkling eyes. "I'm proud to be a father's son."

He smiled nodding. "Don't forget to pray for me to be calm there ...."

He does his daily routine as usual. Almost every day, there are neighbors who come to the house. Just asking about, "When's the date, Cut? Let me help you."

"Bright hockey, Cut? Married to the office."

"Ntar aye's son wants to register as a cop .. Can you pass your man, right, Cut? About the money on tape? Please tanyain, ye."

Ustadzah Mutia also came to the house. Brought him a number of thick books neatly tucked away in a scraped bag.

"Can be read to stock ...." Ustadzah Mutia smiled.

"Where are you going to Ustadzah?" The question does not understand.

"False with a new life ...." Ustadzah Mutia was still smiling.

While he can only be helped.

"When should I return the book?" He tried to shift the topic.

But Ustadzah Mutia shook her head. "That's a gift from me. Hope it's useful."

"Ustadzah?" He looked doubtfully. "Don't be a hassle ...."

Some of the books in the crackle look thick-covered and have many pages. The price is not cheap. He doesn't want to owe too much.

Ustadzah Mutia smiled. "Pocut still feels awkward. We're friends."

"Thank you ...." He smiled back. "Thank you very much."

During that time, he almost forgot Tama because he never contacted even if it was just a message. He had also forgotten the figure of Mr. Raka and drowned in everyday life. Cooking for a number of orders although still in a lebaran atmosphere.

Until this evening, while picking up a mukena for Sasa from the closet, a call came into his phone.

Brother Anjani calls ....

He waited until the fifth ring and just picked up the call.

"Assynogaal?"

Without answering the greeting, Tama immediately asked. "When can we talk? Tomorrow?"

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Tama

Four days stay in Surabaya, accompany Reka until out of the hospital. Then a week in Jakarta without meeting with Pocut will be over soon. Because this weekend, he has free time for both of them.

"If you can .. don't go to the Mall or an expensive place to eat."

"Why?" It's wonder. Usually women like exclusivity.

"I ... feel uncomfortable ...."

He thought for a moment. For him, it is quite difficult to find a comfortable place but not the Mall or other exclusive places like the wishes of Pocut.

"On Persada's Taste?" I just feel like I found a brilliant idea. Persada's taste is quite grounded and seems comfortable for a Pocut.

"Don't."

"Why?"

"If you can .. in addition to Mall and Persada Tastes."

He thinks hard. Until finally managed to find a place that if comfortable for Pocut.

"Good."

Pocut's approval made him smile in relief.

"I'm leaving on my own. We meet there."

"Don't." He nodded in disagreement. If Pocut does not want to be picked up by him, it does not mean that Pocut must go alone to their meeting place. "Let's Devano pick me up."

"Don't."

"Why?"

"It's a personal matter .. don't use office facilities for personal gain."

He chuckles. "He's my aspri. Told to nyelem to Ancol will too."

"Pak Devano is for office business only. Don't use it for personal business."

He scratched his head. Just this time found a woman very careful in making use of the facility.

Oh, my .. how can I not love you? He smiled to himself, realizing this. Feeling that you have found a pearl buried at the bottom of the ocean.

"Let Agus pick you up."

"Who is Agus? If it's the same as Mr. Devano .. I better go alone."

"He's my guy. Safe. Not utilizing state facilities," he replied with a chuckle.

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