
"Just a few months, Mom. It won't be a year. You don't have to worry, who moved there not only me, but also two female friends in the office. So, I'll be fine there. I don't need to think about my situation. I promise to take care of myself while I'm there" Lisha replied reassuring her mother.
"Why are you crying?" Lisha asked as she wiped away the water droplets that had soaked the mother's wrinkled cheeks.
"You're going for mom. I'm sorry, son. I can only trouble you and make you work hard" replied Santi's weak mother.
"Mom, you can't talk like that. What I am now doing, it is incomparable in the slightest to the services of the mother who contained me, gave birth to me, breastfed me, and cared for me to this extent. What I do now is just a small part of what you did for me. And now that I am an adult, it is my duty to take care of my mother and try to repay all the services of my mother. More importantly boast and make Mom happy," Lisha replied at length.
"The happiness of a mother is to see her child happy. The sorrow of a mother is to see her child hurt and suffer. I hope you're happy with your choice, son. Again sorry that I can't make you happy,"
"I'm so happy when you're healthy and smiling. Only that will make me happy, so, please fight against my mother's pain for my happiness," continued Lisha immediately hugged her thin body tightly.
"Surely, son. Take care of yourself while you're there. When are you leaving?" Santi's mother asked as she let go of her embrace.
Before replying, Lisha rolled her eyes at the round clock that was on the hospital wall.
"Now, Mom. Lisha will leave right now so as not to miss the plane." Lisha replied with a sad look on her face.
"I'll miss you, Mother." Lisha hugged her mother tightly.
"Remember mom's message, son. Take good care of yourself,"
"Yes, Mother," replied Lisha releasing her mother's pulses.
Finished with her mother, Lisha slowly approached her sister, Casey.
"Casey dear," call Lisha sad.
"So, don't you want to go, huh? It's okay, brother. I'll take good care of my mother" Casey said with all her fancies making her so unbearable to leave her beloved sister.
"Thank you, Deck. Take care of yourself, too, baby. Sister Lara will always be here for you, you will not be lonely," said Lisha hugging her tiny body tightly.
"Casey dear sister," answered Casey finally launched tears that had been held back when listening to the talk of his mother and brother. The age that has stepped on 6 years, makes the little girl at least understand that she will be abandoned by her brother for a long time.
"Sister, too, dear Casey. Then brother left. Remember to take good care of yourself, yes,"
"Ready, sister. Brother need not worry," replied Casey who was more mature than his age.
"Drug, Casey. Drugs, mother." Lisha waved her hand with a barrage of tears as if there was no stopping.
As soon as she closed the door of the nursery, Lisha immediately ran in the hospital corridor.
"Sister!" Shouted Casey stopping Lisha's footsteps. He turned his back, crouched down, and caught the little body of the younger brother chasing after him to catch up with him.
"Dec, don't be sad, yeah. Brother will be home soon, really. You're patient, yeah, honey. After you get home, I promise you we'll live happily like your friends' families." Obviously Lisha was trying to make her sister understand.
Casey let go of her embrace, looking at Lisha's two eyeballs seriously. Beautiful eyes with brown eyeballs, sparkling makes Lisha feel more guilty, because they have to leave her sister with suffering ahead of what will be like.
"Promise, yes, sister?" She held out her little finger.
"Promise, dear," answered Lisha linking her little finger with her little finger.
"Sister can go" Casey said, then turned around, then ran to his mother's ward.
Lisha could only stretch out her hand, letting go of her sister with an unwilling feeling.
Removing tears, then strengthening her heart to be sure, Lisha turned her body when her sister's body was no longer visible because it had entered the nursery.
Walking gontai, Lisha resumed her footsteps. Behind him, there was a little girl peeking out from behind the door that she had opened slightly.
Sometimes he wiped away the tears that flooded his cheeks when releasing the departure of the brother who went nowhere because he himself did not know.
***
Stewart Mansion.
"Yet you came too, almost a minute late. If it's too late for a minute. Your mother's medical expenses are what I'm going to cut," said Madame Mina standing on her arm in front of the main door.
Lisha did not reply, but her face wailed with such great sorrow upon hearing Madam Mina's words. Late a minute, the cost of his mother's treatment will be cut. Here Lisha realized that she had taken the wrong step. But what can be said, because from the beginning Lisha had indeed stepped wrong.
"Lilly!" Shouted Madame Mina to the butler in her Mansion.
"Yes, Madam," replied the middle-aged woman who was roughly 40 years old.
"Bring this girl into her room. And call dr. Yuna to check on her condition also taught her how to serve my son," Madam Mina's decree made Lisha take a sip of saliva at great pains.
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