Stay with me, Ken!

Lady Lisha

In a very simple maternity clinic, an assistant midwife was examining the contents of a young mother. He looks patient and good at handling patients who visit to perform examinations.

"The strength is normal, the weight is also stable" said the woman.

"Okay mom, I just can't eat rice yet,"

"Don't be forced, but a bribe or two is enough. Four perfectly healthy five must also be considered so that the many are healthy and intelligent,"

"Yes, Bun. I keep eating. Be thrifty. If the nausea stops,"

"Good, you have given your best to your child from an early age" praised the woman who still looks beautiful and simple despite her age of four. The two women moved from their seats and stepped outwards.

"Don't forget, the vitamins I gave were also spent," the woman reminded her patients again when delivering the young mother who was three pregnant instead of that to the parking lot and left the Mutiara Hati clinic.

For ten years, Lisha has devoted herself to a maternity clinic owned by a renowned obstetrician who has a high social spirit. The clinic was built not to seek wealth but rather on social care.

Anyone who mediates and gives birth in this place is not pegged the amount of costs that must be incurred. Patients pay according to ability and seikhlasnya There is even a 100% free for those who really can not afford.

Although this clinic is not so big, being in a densely populated and cheap settlement does not mean that the service is careless. The clinic is getting help from regular donors who care about the health of mother and child, one of which is Lisha.

When she had not left the house and was still a wife of Hj. Bahrudin, he donated money every month. But since the last ten years, he can only contribute energy and mind. He did not receive payment for his work, in return for living in this place for free.

Despite not being paid for the work she does, Lisha carries out her duties professionally. All patients in this place know her as Mother Lis, assistant midwife and administrative staff who are friendly and patient in handling her patients.

As he was about to close the gate, one voice came as a surprise. The woman immediately recognized and turned her head towards the source of the voice.

"Assalamualaikum, Madam," said Mr. Komar who was at the gate. The man took off the helmet and mask he was wearing until the woman recognized him immediately.

"Sir Komar?" call the woman so shocked.

"Yes, madam. I am Komarudin," the man immediately approached his master and greeted the woman who was still so fresh and beautiful.

"Can't we get here?" lisha asked confusedly. He looked around to make sure the man came alone.

"The story is quite long" said Mr. Komar again.

"Let's go inside," Lisha asked. He told Pak Komar to bring in his motorbike so as not to disturb the back and forth of other vehicles. Understandably, the clinic stands in a densely populated village in central Jakarta. The road can only be traveled by two-wheeled vehicles.

Lisha invited Komar to sit in the practice room, where he works daily.

"The lady has been here for a long time" asked Mr. Komar as he swept his gaze to the space measuring about 5x6 M2.

"Since the last time Mr. Komar drove me," said Lisha slowly.

"Why has the madam never come back?" Investigating Mr. Komar increasingly curious.

Lisha took a deep breath and released it slowly. He forced himself to smile.

"Does Mr Komar still work there?" Lisha did not answer her former driver's questions, instead asking about the man's employment status.

"No, I quit ten years ago. When exactly did that happen?"

"I found out about it from newspapers and online news. Maria arrested for bodong investment," said Lisha bitterly.

"Yes, worse yet he involved Al," added Pak Komar.

Lisha closed her eyes for a moment, her heart was so sliced to hear the man mention his beloved son.

"I've come for the umpteenth time to that house, just to find out where my son is. I'm not allowed in. The security guard at home changed, he didn't recognize me. He said Al had died because he was beaten by the masses," Lisha said as a matter of fact.

"No Madam, Al's fine. When Maria got into an argument with her assistant, I took the boy away. I'm keeping it in my family's house so it doesn't smell Maria and her son,"

"Madam, don't be like this" Mr. Komar lifted the woman's body and brought her back to the chair the woman had occupied.

"Al was well, I just got word from my family. Last I heard he bought a house in the Bogor area and lived alone. He alienated himself from society because of the rumors that were breathed by Mary. He can live from the results of his trading," said Pak Komar.

"His life was filled with guilt and fear. He grew up to be a quiet and unsociable young man" the man continued.

"Al....," exclaimed Lisha who could not hold back her sobbing.

"I want to see him, sir. Pl-please....Take me to him....Take me there," Lisha asked impatiently. His voice was so vibrating that it was holding back longs and haru.

"Yes, Madam. We'll meet him,"

"Now, Sir! Let's go!" lisha was so impatient.

"In the meantime, I grab the bag first and say goodbye to Sister Ana," Lisha hurriedly got up from her seat and half ran she up to the second floor. Where he used to rest as well as his bed.

Not long after, he came down with a small bag in his hand. He ran to the side, to the delivery room and hospitalize the patient to see Sister Ana.

Mr. Komar who saw the spirit of the woman was also filled. He could imagine how the woman would feel half a decade or so apart from her biological son. Mr. Komar looked at the wall, the clock was showing at 21:10 WIB.

"Rem .... I have to call Bram first," Mr. Komar is seen pressing his phone and immediately connected to Bram. He wanted to ascertain the address of Al's apartment first before bringing his employer to see his son.

"Uncle have you met him?" ask Bram from across.

"Yes, I'm with him" said Mr. Komar so happy.

"Oh my God, I was moved. Uncle could find him that fast,"

"Bram, we're going to Al's house soon. Please share the address," pinta Pak Komar excited.

"For a while Al lived in his apartment in central Jakarta, I sent an address via WA" Bram replied.

"Oh, he's not in Bogor. Good means closer than here" said Mr. Komar again.

I'm going there too. We'll meet you at the apartment,"

"Well, thank you" said Mr. Komar who could not hide his happiness.

Mr. Komar hangs up, he opens WA immediately. Bram has sent Al's address through that message.

"It's very close from here" cried Mr. Komar.

"Who, Sir?" asked Lisha who was already in that room again.

"It turns out Al was left in the Pyramid apartment,"

"Oh my God, it turns out my son is so close to me that I didn't realize it" Lisha exclaimed.

Without waiting any more time, the two immediately left the clinic, tracing the narrow alley towards the highway. Their destination is only about 25 minutes from the exact residence of Lisha, Pearl of the Heart maternity clinic.

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