The Love Story of Single Parents

Chapters 90. Unconscious

Chapters 90. Unconscious

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"Only yourself, and no one else will understand"

(Taken from the lyrics of the song Last child ~ Diary My Depression)

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Indra, who was on his way with his father, still speaks a thousand languages. Until finally, Mr. Joko's voice broke the silence.

"Dad regretted because why did not know first do not find out who the parents of Raka's mother" said Joko, still staring into the streets.

Indra was still silent, he was confused to answer what.

"I hope Kartika will open her heart a little, and will realize if forcing her will, will only make her child's life depressed."

"But if first Dhira wants to obey his mother, maybe Dhira will not be hurt because of me Yah" said Indra finally.

"Not necessarily!" tukas Pak Joko's.

Silent atmosphere.

"As long as life is still attached to the body, humans will not be separated from the name of the test of life. If not with you, it could be that she Dhira will get another test. That's for sure."

"Then, what about Abhimanyu?" Indra could not help herself not to ask.

"Abimanyu is a man who has failed..."

"Dhira is also the same" said his father, tearing his pride. He's a looser!

"someone who has both experienced failure will definitely mirror each other from the track record. Complement each other, fix each other."

"More perfecting each other!"

The mood was silent again.

"While the man who proposed to Dhira was a virgin, it was most likely that Dhira would snack later."

Indra was stunned, for a moment he felt ridiculous because he was talking about women who were not part of their family. A little pain, but he realized that he had done much wrong to his ex-wife. And if one day, his wife gets happiness. He was the first to congratulate me.

Indra is an ordinary man, he is not a holy creature that has never been enslaved by sin. At first glance he became reminded of Anggi. The woman seemed lost in the swallow of the earth, even though she had many times come to the club' to meet.

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Days change, leaving 6 more days. Last night they canceled a dinner at the shop with Arya, due to unfavorable circumstances. After satroni pak Joko, Bu Kartika became more moody.

Bu Kartika is still staying at Ruko Dhira," Uti, Uti breakfast first yes. This Sekar bring Uti's favorite anointing" Sekar called Bu Kartika's name as Raka called the old woman.

"Thank You. Where's Mrs Dhira?" asked Bu Kartika, he was still in Dhira's room.

" Mom downstairs, catch a cold like ti, last night asked me to make her kerokin. Not feeling well from the day after tomorrow he said" replied Sekar.

Bu Kartika was stunned, really if his daughter was depressed. Dhira is a strong woman who rarely gets sick.

Last night he did see Dhira who was tired because he could not sleep. Back to the bathroom. Bu Kartika intends to meet his son after this

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In Dhira's bathroom nauseous, "it's really a cold. Where yesterday late to eat" he monologues in a state still in the toilet down.

He checked the pads, the blood on the white stuff was just a little. He is sure, stress makes his period not smooth. The pressure and persolan alternated, making Dhira mumet. And that must have triggered her menstrual irregularities.

He opened his phone, messages from Arya there are a lot of incoming. But none of them caught Dhira's attention. He leaned his body against the bathroom wall, for a moment he felt sorry for Arya. He's a good guy. But honestly there was no love from him, just the feeling of wanting to relieve his mother's heart.

Tok Tok Tok!

"Dhir!!" call Shinta.

"Dhir, you're so long, you're okay, right?" shinta's voice panicked.

Chequelek

Dhira opened the green door, causing Shinta to jump. " CK, why the hell. Really long!" Shinta was worried.

"There is no ordinary, "Dhira even grinned.

"Cirain!" sahut Shinta, of course Shinta said that. He just got a story from Sekar, if there is a big incident there.

"Dhir!"

"Emmmm" replied Dhira, sitting at the dining table.

"Gue already knew everything from Sekar!" shinta.

Dhira put on an ordinary face, of course Sekar knew. This shophouse has a lot of human contents, and they argue not in silent mode.

" I didn't expect, your ex-in-law turned out...." Shinta pursed her lips.

"Has aja, your mother desperately shrugged Indra first. How can anyone tell you, Dhir?"

Shinta just keep going nyerocos." What after this?"

"Where's what?" answer Dhira lightly. Although his heart was full of burden, but Dhira did not want to show too much.

A moment of silence, Dhira is seen drinking a glass of water in front of him.

"Hummer of shock until now. But, obviously he still wants me to marry Arya.... What can I do Shin, I don't want to be disobedient a second time. I accept my fate that is like this, if not suitable to stay divorced. Honestly Shin, I'm tired. My mind, my body is tired. I don't even have the strength to beg my mother. I can't if my mother's threat concerns her life. Unable to Shin" Dhira looked at the open glass window, he had already lost the wheel to himself.

Shinta who heard Dhira's long speech, really felt compassion. Arya is not a bad man, but the heart knows its own pain.

"Dhir, are you really a big shot?" Shinta looked at Dhira's face.

"I'm actually not feeling well from yesterday the day after Shin"

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The day changed quickly, leaving three days ahead of the wedding. All preparations have been made, the registration process has also been completed. Just waiting for time.

This morning Dhira did not wake up from his sleep, he was sick. " Ma, I'm hot" Raka said after sticking the back of her hand to Dhira's forehead.

The boy was worried because Dhira did not usually sleep in the morning, especially when he was about to leave. He was waiting for Jodhi. Yes, today Raka will leave with her best friend.

"Mama exhausted. I've been taking medicine, mama wants to sleep tight yes" Dhira's voice sounded weak, her aura was also gloomy.

Raka looked at Dhira's pale face, her pink lips now changing color to another color. Colors that have no color. Bu Kartika has returned home with Bastian kemaren the day after tomorrow.

Bu Kartika had made herbal medicine, his mother Dhira said that Dhira must be too tired because of this preparation. More suggest to take a lot of rest, considering the wedding will take place, no less than three days more.

But his mother's attitude is now more silent, Dhira does not want to ask too many questions. He really resigned. The important thing is that his parents can only feel relief and in good health. Fuck yourself, I thought.

Bastian apparently got a message from Raka, if his mother is sick. But Bastian who has often permission, feels bad if today must be permission again. At the end of the month there are a lot of reports, which he must do.

Om later in the afternoon I can go there

Raka read the message gloomily, now he has to ask for help who else. If Abhimanyu, is it possible?. If the doctor, ah ..he would have promised himself not to involve himself, to the man.

Dhira went back and forth to the bathroom because his stomach was like being stirred. " Sir.." Raka panic.

"Open the door, son!" dhira's voice sounded more like a mutter.

"Mbak Sekar, Aunt Shinta!!!" Shouted the panicked Raka.

Raka, who had been wearing the school uniform, was now holding her mother's neck. Massaging the nape, hoping to help the mother's vomiting process more smoothly.

The two women employees of Kitchen Isun, running down the ridge because of the screams of Raka. Their breaths gasping.

"What are you doing?" Shinta panic.

"Mama threw up, her body was hot from last night. We're going to the doctor, Auntie?" Raka panicked, she had never seen her mother get sick like that.

Quickly they brought the already limp Dhira, painstakingly having to pick up Dhira to go down the stairs. Rak is seen returning to Dhira's room, I don't know what the boy took.

"Jeez Dhir, what pain did you get this lemesy on?" muttered Shinta.

"Mom, Ms. Dhira hold on first huh. Ki intercepted a taxi yes Mbak" said Sekar, he also panicked.

Luckily, Jodhi has arrived. Raka has promised to leave with Jodhi, in exchange for a complete package, the result of Isun's Kitchen.

Apparently Rania brought her own car. Yes, even though he knew that Dhira had been proposed by others, but Raka, who became Jodhi's best friend, had entered another business. Makes Rania unafraid to come there. While Agus, today drove Oma Regina, to go to her friend's house of fellow seniors.

"Well, what's up?" Rania panicked, seeing the two women who had been struggling to get hold of Dhira who was already limp.

The two women looked at each other, they did not know who Rania was.

"I'm Jodhi's mother, Raka's friend" Rania stuttered, as she replied because she was also panicking.

"Aunty?" Raka appeared from behind, apparently carrying a Dhira bag that is usually used when traveling, containing a number of money, ATM cards and mobile phones.

"Tan, mama's sick from yesterday. Last night fever, kept vomiting a lot" Raka was pias-faced.

But soon after..

Brukkkk

Dhira shuffled to the floor, he fainted.

"Mama!!"

"Dhira!!"

"Mom!!"

"Aante!!"

"Bak Dhira!!"

All the humans there jumped in shock, mentioning the name of the owner of the body who was fainting.

"Let's just hospital, quick!" the absence of men there, made them rather difficult. The unconscious human seedling must have doubled in weight.

Jodhi who is busy playing mobile phone now immediately helped open the door.

"Mak Shinta come along, I'm not right shop first!" sekar.

"Well, what are you going to wear?" ask Shinta to worry.

"Mbak look later, it's fast mbak. Kasian Bu Dhira!"

In a hurry and panic, they took Dhira to the hospital.

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