The Primadona Malam

Help Me!

At exactly 10 p.m., Ahsan arrived at his house. After asking Gun sir to keep his motorbike, with light steps Ahsan entered the house. He believes that his parents have not returned from their respective workplaces.

Ahsan walked hurriedly up the stairs. But his mother's reprimand stopped Ahsan's steps.

"Let's remember going home, Ahsan!" tegur Kania's.

Ahsan. He looked at the mother who had been standing under the last rung of stairs while folding both hands on her chest.

"Sorry, Mi," Ahsan replied.

"Go unpaid, and at this hour you just came home. Not even a whole day of news. Are you happy to make your parents worry?" Kania again rebuked her son.

Uh, tumben once mami attention. Ah, the sweetness, inner Ahsan while walking down the stairs.

Ahsan was embracing both of Kania's shoulders as he swept her towards the living room. Shortly after, the mother and son sat side by side.

"What's up, Mi? Is there anything Mami wants to tell Ahsan?" ask Ahsan.

The young man knew very well the habits of his mother. If it has been done, it means that the woman who has given birth to it is having a lot of thoughts.

"Oh, Ahsan knows! Maybe Mami's tired of Mommy's job, right? What if tomorrow, Mami takes a day off and we go for a walk together. Mommy wants?" haggard Ahsan.

"Mommy's not tired of work, San. Mami is just tired of your papi attitude," complained Kania.

"Mami mean?" ask Ahsan, confused.

"Mommy's home, but somehow you always have a reason to go home late. Mami's scared, San. If papi you play serong outside there," said Kania.

"Hus, Mommy! I can't su'udzon that's ah!" ahsan hatch.

"Mommy's not su'udzon, San. Mami's just suspicious" Kania said.

"Yes, tomorrow we set the schedule for the three picnics. Ahsan is still on vacation too. Mommy agrees, right?" ahsan.

Kania only smiled faintly in response to her son's words.

"It's late, you better take a break, son. You must be tired after a day out of the house," said Kania.

"Yes, Mi. Tomorrow we discuss the holiday business again" Ahsan said.

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Chequek!

The door of the Niram containment room opened. An old woman came with a tray of rice. His forehead creased when he saw the hijab girl lying in any direction on the edge of the mattress.

"Ish, don't his legs go numb, dangling like that all night?" muttered Muniroh while putting a tray on the dressing table.

Muniroh approached the girl. He wanted to wake her up for breakfast. However, when Muniroh touched the girl's arm, her eyes widened perfectly. The back of her hand she put it on the girl's forehead.

"God! Looks like he has a fever," muttered Muniroh.

The old woman shook Niram's shoulder slowly to wake him up. However, the girl did not move. Muniroh was anxious, he ran out to meet his master.

Wh-tok-tok!

Muniroh knocked on the door of the master's room.

In the room, Imelda who was busy dreaming, suddenly woke up. The knocking on the door of his room, had shattered Imelda's dream.

"Huh, who's bothering me in the morning like this?" sulk Imelda, annoyed.

Imelda wakes. He grabbed the kimono that was draped on the bed dashboard. A second later, Imelda swung her steps to open the door.

"Goodbye, Mom! Why come to Imel's room at this hour?" imelda exclaimed increasingly upset when she found out the person who had disturbed her sleep.

"I'm sorry, Son. Mom didn't mean to interrupt ka–'s sleep"

"But in reality, Mother had awakened Imel. Huh, shitty!" snort Imelda, cutting off the old woman's speech.

"Yeah. I-I'm sorry, Son .. but this is very urgent" Muniroh replied.

"Why? You need some more shopping money?" guess Imelda.

"No, Son. Not about that," Muniroh denied.

"Then?" Imelda asked again.

"It's about the girl you locked up in that room, son," Muniroh replied.

"Why him?" ask Imelda.

"What's? A fever? Oh, my God .. there's-there's," cried Imelda, "ayo, Mak. We're going there!" take Imelda to her foster mother.

In a hurry, Imelda and Muniroh ran towards Niram's room. And sure enough, on the edge of the mattress, Niram appeared to be lying with a very pale face.

Imelda fingered Niram's forehead. "Hot, Mak," he said as he stared at Muniroh.

"We'd better take it to the hospital, son," Muniroh suggested.

Imelda nodded. He then shouted calling out to both of his bodyguards.

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Early in the morning, Ahsan was already looking neat. With light steps, he dashed down the steps one by one. Arriving at the dining room, Ahsan did not find anyone there.

His forehead wiggled. There is usually no empty dining room at breakfast. Ahsan glanced at Mbok Jum who was tidying up the old cookware. A second later, she approached her foster mother.

"Mami kok papi tumben have not left the room for breakfast, Mbok," said Ahsan.

Mbok Jum looked over. A look of sadness was evident on his already wrinkled face.

"Master didn't come home last night, Den. As for the madam, this morning had left for the office," replied Mbok Jum.

Ahsan could only sigh. Again and again .. always like this. Feeling lonely in such a big and magnificent home.

"Where's Mr. Gun, we're going to the hospital today, right?" ahsan asked when he saw Mr. Gun who was making coffee.

"No need, Den. The buzz in his ears had diminished a little, really." Mbak Jum helps give an answer when she sees her husband is just dumbass.

"Less, Mbok. Not lost!" timpale ahsan. "Already Mbok, you should dandani first Mr. Gun, let Ahsan heatin first his car," continued Ahsan, "whose name is a disease, not good if left alone," he added.

Mbok Jum smiled. After tidying the used cookware. The middle-aged woman approached her husband and took him to the room.

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At Imelda's command, Togar drove the vehicle at a fairly high speed.

"Hurry, Togar! We can't just let this kid go. Huh, you can lose Mamih if this is how!" sulk Imelda while occasionally glancing towards Niram who was lying in the back seat.

"Yes, be patient Mih. This is also Togar again speeding. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen to him. After all, he only has a fever" replied Togar.

"Ish, I know you!" sniffle Imelda, annoyed.

Sayup-sayup, Niram heard their conversation. But somehow his head was so heavy. His eyes were unable to open. However, Niram could feel the air escaping.

What does this mean ... I have come out of that stuffy room? inner Niram.

Arriving in front of the hospital lobby, Togar stopped his car. Togar quickly carried Niram's body and took him to the hospital.

"Seek for a gurney, hurry!" togar shouted, echoing in the hospital lobby.

A male nurse approached Togar while pushing a gurney. "Please lay it down here, sir!" said it.

Togar nodded. He laid Niram on the gurney.

"You better take care of the patient registration first" the nurse suggested.

"No need to teach me!" snapped Togar, "just take care of him, or I'll tear the hospital apart!" threaten her.

"But, sir ...."

"Road!"

Impact of Togar like lightning that boomed in broad daylight. And the clash of Togar also left both Niram's eyes open.

Niram spread his gaze. Here many people passed by and wore polite clothes. Niram smiled faintly as he realized the place he was looking at. Niram's forehead immediately wrinkled as it re-sensed the shock.

Astaghfirullah .. will be taken where I, the inner Niram.

The safe keeps on going. Niram's view began to blur. However, before his two eyes closed, he thought if he should do something.

Grep's!

Niram blocked the fingers of someone who passed next to his gurney.

"To-please a-me!" murmured Niram, wirily.