
“Quite Kai!! I told you I'd call you later!!” snapped Pram then turned off his phone connection unilaterally. He cannot think clearly at this time.
With a reddened face, she turned to stare intently at Anita who was sitting leaning on her treatment room bed. Anita smiled triumphantly. He knew Pram was the man in charge.
“I don't trust you.” firmly Pram. The eyes of Pram were emitting anger.
“Hehehe, if you forget I still have proof of the photo, Pram. Besides you can calculate for yourself our events in the hotel with my gestational age,” reply Anita does not want to lose.
“Brengs*k!!!” You set me up, An. You mix something in my drink, so I can't remember anything.” Pram sighed violently, covering his face with both palms.
“If you're not sure, it doesn't matter to me. I just throw it away, like you dumped me first.” Anita said casually.
“An, don't be crazy huh. Whether it's my baby or not, you have no right to throw it away. He deserves to live.” Pram said. He chose to sit quietly leaning his body on the sofa. Wishing all this was just a nightmare.
“You must take responsibility and marry me, Pram.” pinta Anita.
Deg—
“I won't do it!! If I should marry you, not you. You obviously know that,” stressed Pram. “But I make sure I'll be responsible for your baby. At least I'll be in charge until there's clarity on who your baby's father is. Although I'm sure, it's not my baby.” he continued.
“You want your baby not to have a clear status!!” shouted Anita.
“You don't scream in front of me, An. It will not change my decision.” said Pram.
“Pram!!!!!! You passed Pram!!” furious Anita.
“You set me up An, you don't forget that. Even I don't remember what happened that night.” Pram cut.
Pram opted out of Anita's room, calming down. Linger in the room with Anita will only make her mind more chaotic. Ever since the doctor said Anita was pregnant and Anita cornered her by saying she was the father of her baby, her brain simply could not think clearly. Somehow she felt sure, the baby was not hers.
“He really used every means to destroy me. Your outrageousness, An.”
***
Kailla was immediately speechless as Pram again decided on his call unilaterally, even though he had not had time to speak at all. He sat down to wait for the doctor to come out of the IGD room. Dishonesty and solitude, that's how Kailla feels right now.
Ms. Sari approached her master's daughter, hugging the girl tightly. He was worried about Kailla's current miserable condition. The girl's face was pale and did not stop letting out her tears from now on. It was seen that he was biting his wiggly fingers so that the sound of his crying did not come out.
“Family Patient?” One of the doctors came out of the IGD Room.
“Sa. I Dok.” Kailla answered. He was really scared at the moment. He was afraid the doctor would give him bad news.
“Sorry Mom I spoke with the patient ready?” ask the doctor.
“Sa..my daughter.”
“Alright, let's come with me to the room.”
Kailla followed the doctor who entered the room not too far from the IGD room. He deliberately asked Ms. Sari to accompany him and hear the doctor's explanation.
From her seat now, Kailla could see clearly from the glass wall that bound the room with IGD space. His father was lying down, with medical devices attached to his body. He's back sobbing.
“Patients are in a coma, the team of doctors is conducting a check on the cause of the coma. The patient still has to do a series of tests. For now we will transfer patients to the ICU room, so that the condition of the patient can continue to be monitored. Please the family can take care of his administration.” clearly the doctor looked concerned.
Kailla could only nod, her body squeezing her mind blank instantly upon hearing the doctor's explanation. He must be helped by Ms. Sari so as not to fall.
“Mother out of this room to the left straight only. The administration and cashier section is at the very corner.” explains the doctor again.
“Good Doc,” says Kailla.
Ms. Sari had to help get Kailla to the administration. It appears that the administrative officer handed out several sheets of paper that had to be filled by Kailla.
“I have to how?” ogre. His feelings are mixed. He writes with trembling hands. He was confused, he was sad, he felt alone at this moment. This was the first time he had to face everything alone. Usually there is always a Daddy or Pram who takes care of everything for him.
“This,” Kailla thrust her credit card. He must make a deposit so that the doctor can do the next action.
“Bu, Daddy will be fine right?” the question was soft on Bu Sari who answered a nod and a firm embrace that calmed.
After being transferred to the ICU, Kailla was only allowed to meet her father, who was lying unconscious. The rest she had to wait outside, until the doctor called her to tell her about her next development.
He was sitting hugging both of his legs as his phone rang. He glanced at the screen of his phone and chose to let it go.
“Om.”
Hearing the phone ringing non-stop, Ms. Sari also reminded Kailla.
“Non, mobile.”
“Leave it ,” reply Kailla. As soon as her phone stopped ringing immediately Kailla put on silent mode and threw it into the bag.
***
“This child is crashing again,” muttered Pram after several times contacting Kailla but ended with missed calls. She put her phone back in her jeans pocket and walked into Anita's room.
It was seen Anita sitting on the bed with food provided by the nurse in front of her.
“Eat!” pram's orders once saw Anita was silent just staring at the food without touching it at all. The food was still tightly sealed and neat.
“Pity your baby if you go on hunger strike,” he continued.
“What do you care, even you don't want to admit it.”
“Enough An, finish your meal, don't be like a child. After this I have to go back to the office. You know, I'm here to take care of my work too,” Pram cut.
15 Minutes wait, Anita remained unmoved. Pram's patience is over. “Alright An, whatever you want. At least take your medicine.” said Pram while helping Anita take her medicine.
“I have to go back to the office now. Tomorrow I'll see you again,” says Pram walked out of the room.
“Pram!! Yes you did!! Who's waiting for me here tonight?” Shouted Anita throwing napkins at Pram.
“I also need rest An, not my job to take care of you.” Answer Pram before closing the door.
“Fuck you Pram!!”
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