Simiskin And Rich Woman

Warmth

The doctors were busy cleaning up the surgical goods and cleaning the operation area that was drenched in blood. Miss Isna is still standing next to Posa "thank you for accompanying my old age." He was swallowed by posa.

"Mother is welcome to go out first, we want to clean up this place, then later posa moved in the hospital room."

Bu Isna then came out to take off her apd and took a shower and then carried out two thanksgiving skirts.

***

Maria is still busy in her car counting donations for posa, she also inserted her money 100,000 for the postal operation fee, money collected 300,000 rupiah.

"Sir I went to the hospital pku muhamadiyyah first yes want to go to the hospital." Maria to pak dopir.

"Non good." Answer the driver while driving his parents' alpard car.

Worry began to appear in Maria, as evidenced by the look on her face, until the driver realized it.

"Non is nervous?" said the driver while looking at the rearview.

"No sir, no papa maria." Maria said with a faint smile.

"Tell me or non to father if there is anything mah, santay." Said the driver.

"No papa sir, maria was just worried ama temen, who wanted this sweet maria, she was hit by a stab wound in the abdomen until surgery!"

"Because of him?" Ask the driver.

"Not sir, he's out of bed."

"Oh yaudah non calm down, non temen definitely can fight the pain, the hotshot of him." Said the driver who did not know whose friend Maria meant, but it was quite soothing to maria, as evidenced by the look on the face of maria who turned to calm again.

"Ni brag again until non." Speak to the driver when they arrive at their destination.

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Two moments of gratitude isna performed with a sad heart mixed happily, he stood with a slightly stiff body, and, intending with the purpose of servitude finished his greeting he thanked the god who still gave his only child a taste of life.

He took off the white face condition he prostrated, he sidelined in the right place and then out of the mosque down the dark hallway of remembrance, to the post room earlier in the operation.

"Mom's son needs a few days to wake up, ask for help." Sister's speech.

"Okay doc, I'll help you as much as possible." Posa said with a small smile.

"A little while later I moved to the hospital room, ma'am, so that his friends could see him."

"Okay, thank you."

Posa's mother daydreamed while holding her chin she did not know if she lost her child, how lonely the house was only she herself there was spirit and gave her a warm smile.

"Bu ..." said maria loudly while running small.

"Hi maria, come home seko_." "Salim dong ma'am." Maria smile.

"It's mom, it's me directly otewe here nemanin mom and posa."

"Thank you so much nak maria, t ..."

"But what's mom?"

"But there is nothing to be expected in this little family of mothers and possas."

"It's okay mom." Maria said as she clasped the hand of posta's mother. "Oh yes, there was a favor from a friend of a friend you can accept."

"YaALLAH, thank you, nak maria" said the postal mother who also held the hand of Maria.

"Kreeks." "Mom, come with us to the new posa room." Said the nurse.

"Okay, ma'am, let's go with maria."

Maria nodded her head and stood up as she looked at the pale face of the posta being pushed using the patient's bed into the new room.

Isna's mother walked together with Mary behind the sister who was pushing the posta.

The warmth of Mary felt, not looking at the physical economy or anything else, she felt grateful to know a little more in the postal family, she felt warm embrace, she was moved, she was moved, he felt the love of a mother. "Thank you." He said in his heart.