
Now Mahen and Raja are in a dispute with the police. They want to ask that the investigation of Ms. Winda be postponed on the grounds that she will donate kidneys.
"The schedule of Mrs Winda's investigation has been set! We can't change it!" exclaimed Mr. Ridwan, one of the police who handled the case of Ms. Winda.
"Then what time is Miss Winda done for today's investigation?" ask Mahen.
"He will conduct a ten-hour investigation for tomorrow" the police officer said.
"Tomorrow? And then today?" asked the King with an ice-cold look.
"Today is just a normal examination in general, but Miss Winda is not allowed to go home for security reasons" the police said.
Mahen suddenly stood up, his neck muscles began to tighten. Both of his firm hands were pounding the table in front of him. Mr. Ridwan is seen gulping.
"Sister, relax." The king now holds his brother's arm.
"My son's fate depends on my mom now! We just want you to care a little! Can't do it!" shouted Mahen.
"Sorry, Sir. We do everything according to procedure, and also we just run errands."
"****! How much do you want, huh? Call it nominal!" said Mahen with glaring eyes.
"Sorry, you are interfering with our service. Please come out" drive the cop out. Now the policeman in front of him stood up and pointed at the exit with his five fingers.
"Tomorrow, after the investigation I'll be back! If you're still fighting for silly reasons, I'm gonna tear this police station apart!" menacam Mahen's.
The two men walked out of the police station in disappointment. Eventually they drove the car to the hospital.
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At the hospital ...
A miracle occurred after Vincent went on dialysis. The boy is now awake. Even the condition looks fresher. However, he still had to be treated in the PICU room because of Vincent's condition which was not fully stable.
"Ma ..." call Vincent in a weak voice.
"Yes .. Does anyone get sick?" ask Vika softly.
Vincent just shook his head. The boy blinked his eyes slowly, took a deep breath then started talking again.
"Papa ... come here" said Vincent in an almost inaudible voice.
"Yes, Papa will be here. Chen misses?" ask Vika.
"Yes, kangen. Brother?"
"Chen wants to see Maura?" vika asked followed by a nod of her son's head.
"Tomorrow, grandfather will bring Maura here. Chen rest, yes. So that tomorrow can play with Maura," said Vika.
Vincent nodded weakly, then closed his eyes slowly. Vika hummed softly as she occasionally kissed the back of her son's hand. Before long, Vincent was asleep.
The sound of the window knocking made Vika turn her head. Two men were standing in front of the PICU. Vika steps out to meet Mahen and the King.
"How's mama?" ask Vika.
"Today we will undergo an examination" said the King.
"Papa said, Chen is conscious. Really true?" asked Mahen with glittering eyes.
"Yes, but it is still in an unstable condition," Vika explained with a gentle smile.
Hearing Vika's words made Mahen's heart as if sprayed with ice water. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank God" said Mahen and the King simultaneously.
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"Chen, where are you going after you get home from the hospital?" mahen asked while holding his son's hand.
"Can you take Miki home?"
"God! Why should Miki?"
"He's funny, Pa. Chen likes it."
"Alright, if it makes Chen happy, I'll give you a pass. The condition is, Chen must be spirit! Tomorrow Vincent must not be afraid during the operation."
Vincent nodded weakly, but his eyes looked shiny. Mahen now kissed the top of his son's head.
"Sleep" said Mahen.
Before long a fine snore sounded from Vincent's lips. After making sure his son was asleep, he walked out of the room. Vika was asleep in the front seat of the PICU room. The tired face clearly adorned her beautiful face.
Mahen sat down in front of the woman he loved. Jemari Mahen tucked Vika's hair behind her ear.
"It must be exhausting to face everything alone. From now on, I will continue to share with you in your joys and sorrows." Mahen continued to look at Vika's deeply asleep face.
"Sir, sleep ...." The king approached his brother and sat down on the bench opposite Vika.
"You go home, I'll keep watch for them" Mahen said as he looked at Vika's beautiful, peaceful look.
"All right, I'm going home. Titip them."
"Be careful on the road" Mahen said.
The king took his foot out of the hospital.
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Arriving at the police station, Mahen was made senewen by the police attitude that could not be held his words.
"Say you, my mom can go home today! Isn't the next checkup schedule still two days away?" mahen Protest.
"Our order asks to keep Miss Winda detained for a while."
"Who's your boss! Say it! Do you want me to tear this office apart? Ha!" shouted Mahen.
"It's not so ...." The police voice hung in the air.
"Mahen!" a woman in a police uniform.
"Sorry, who are you?" asked Mahen in a flat voice.
"I'm Aluna. You don't remember?"
"Maybe you're wrong."
Aluna smiled wryly, her shoulders squeezing. Then he tried to ask Mr. Ridwan, the cause of Mahen looks angry.
"What's the matter, sir?"
"This ... Mr. Mahen wants his mother released for personal gain, but ...."
Mahen went back to the table, his face was red, his jaw tightly clenched.
"It's not a trivial matter! I'm waiting for my mom because my son needs a kidney donor from her!" yelled Mahen frustrated.
"You're married?" Aluna's eyes widened, while Mahen still did not care about the foreign woman beside him.
Feeling Mahen did not respond to anything he said, Aluna finally mediated the two men in front of her.
"When is the next investigation scheduled?" aluna asked Mr. Ridwan.
"Two days, Mom."
"Give me a parole permit." Aluna is now gone, while Mr. Ridwan can only obey the orders of his superiors.
"Ready, Mom!"
Thanks to Aluna's help, Bu Winda was eventually released temporarily. Mahen and his mother rushed to the hospital.
"How's Vincent doing?" ask Miss Winda to panic.
"Last night his condition improved, more talk" Mahen said as he continued to focus on driving.
"Thank God, my mom is happy. Hopefully the operation today will run smoothly," said Miss Winda.
After being on the streets for almost thirty minutes, Miss Winda and Vincent have arrived at the hospital. How shocked they were when they got to the ICU.
Vika was crying a mouthful in the arms of the King. The King's gaze looked so sad. Repeatedly the man rubbed Vika's back to calm down.
"Why? What's going on?" ask Mahen.
Vika could no longer answer the question Mahen asked. He could only cry bitterly. The cry of the woman sounded so slashing.
"Vince's condition has suddenly deteriorated, the medical team is now conducting further tests."
"Geez!"
Miss Winda now took over Vika's body from the embrace of the King. The cry of Miss Winda broke. A doctor came out of the ICU.
"Have the donors come?" ask Doctor Lie.
"S-I, Doc," said Miss Winda as she approached Doctor Lie.
"When did you last consume food or drink?"
"Yesterday morning, Doc."
"All right, come with me to the operating room."
Miss Winda released her embrace from Vika's body. The woman then tailed behind Doctor Lie. His chest trembled as his footsteps drew closer to the operating room.
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The sun was shining so brightly in a place with a stretch of weeds. The wind blew on Vincent's handsome face.
The boy was running among the weeds that were swaying by the Bayu. His warm smile greeted the silhouette of a woman waiting in front of him.
Vincent's steps stopped for a moment. He looked up at the sky with a white cloud that looked like cotton candy. A smile rose on her tiny lips.
"Oma! Wait Chen!" yelled the boy.
Vincent ran back to Bu Winda who was waiting for him. His little fingers now intertwined with his grandmother's fingers.
"Mama ..thank you these six years for nurturing Chen with priceless affection. I'm sorry that Chen couldn't fight any longer with Mama. If God permits, Chen wants to be your son again in the next life. Chen loved Mama a lot, as much as the stars scattered in the sky. Chen's love for Mama is as vast as the waters that exist on planet earth. Ma ... Never cry again. Chen is not sick. Chen had already met with grandma, Oma drove Chen today. Stay happy even if Chen is no longer by your side, Ma. I love you soo much ...."
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