The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 12 The Debate

Zen is lying in a hospital bed or more commonly called a hospital bed. He was rushed to the hospital after falling in his wild race. Ms. Nuril who got the call from the hospital, immediately headed to the hospital. During the trip to the hospital, Mr. Ahmed's wife was just crying. She blames her husband.

“All because of Papa, try if yesterday fit out of the toilet, Zen immediately went home. Maybe none of this will happen.” Said Bu Nuril.

“Then you secretly gave money to Zen? Is that not the reason he became spoiled. I purposely let him learn to live. But you are always present like his angel. As if he stayed calling his peri then ease in getting! That's what makes it spoiled.” Said Mr. Zen upset because from his residence, until almost arrived at the hospital, Bu Nuril continued to blame himself in front of his private driver.

“Papa was too cruel in educating him, from childhood he was always compared to Zain.” Said Bu Nuril who reminisced about Zen's childhood. He did love more Zen, because from a small flower it was not too good in the lesson.

“Already silent! I'm dizzy arguing Zen's problem, after this we take him home but on condition that he must follow all the rules. Without any facilities.” Said Mr. Ahmed raising his voice. He loosened the tie tied around his neck.

Arriving at a hospital, Bu Nuril asked in the service section of his son's room in the hospital. He rushed to the room he was referring to.

“Jasmine Room no 307 Bu.” Said the nurse to a couple who looked anxious.

“Zen…. Honey, are you okay?” Ask Bu Nuril on Zen.

Zen appeared to be leaning against one pillow. He was watching television. There was a dislike of Mr. Ahmed. He was not happy with his father's presence there.

“It’s ok, Mam. I’m fine.” Quick Zen speech.

He quickly broke his mother's embrace.

“Small injuries only, Ma.” Kilah Zen's.

Although he actually felt pain in the bandaged part. There were 5 stitches on his forehead, but he did not want to see Bu Nuril getting anxious.

“Luckily there's still your life, Papa thought getting out of your yard would change. It seems that in the field you do not learn much. Even leaving home you still cannot understand the meaning of life. I don't know what my mistake in the past, it feels like I'm looking for halal sustenance for my family.” Mr. Ahmed's baritone voice made the child and mother turn towards the owner of a voice that looks indifferent to raise the AC temperature in the room.

“Sorry so troublesome Papa, who should be busy looking for money now. So waste time on useless things. I don't need a visit from Papa or a prayer from Papa.” Zen said annoyedly.

“Oh, good then. Alright. You heard what your son said? If it is not for the responsibility of the child. I'm not coming here. Just wasting time!” Shouted Mr. Ahmed who was annoyed at Zen.

“Pa.. “ Remember Bu Nuril on her husband.

“For hospital fee, pay by yourself!” Said Mr. Ahmed as he stepped out of the inpatient room.

“Pa...” Bu Nuril's voice was slightly higher than usual. She could not believe how her husband could let their child still struggle while sick.

“It's okay Ma. Take it easy Zen can stand on his own feet. Zen does not want to be a burden on this family.” Said Zen who received the provoakasi of Mr. Ahmed. Bu Nuril could only cry, she could not argue when her husband was emotional. Even the persuasion to go home by Bu Nuril was again rejected by Zen. He will prove to Mr. Ahmed if he can truly be independent.

“Go home, one night only, baby. Tomorrow's Anniversary wedding mama and papa.” Pinta Bu Nuril on Zen. Zen just nodded slowly. He could not bear to see his mother disappointed.