The Secret Admirer of Dusk

The Secret Admirer of Dusk
Miss Muti Critically



The doctor's heart-drive device was placed on Ms Muti's chest, after the aging woman returned convulsions. Indeed, it has been a few times it happened to Bu Muti who was in critical condition after undergoing surgery.


Yesterday the team of doctors had said that the chance of Mrs Muti to be cured was only thirty percent. And Mr. Sapto was very hopeful that thirty percent would be the reality, not the other way around as it is today.


In another room is still part of the hospital, lukman's face stared softly into the room in which there was the wife who was still lying helplessly with breathing apparatus still attached to her nose and mouth to cover half of her face.


"Be aware, dear.Our son misses you, he is very lucudan similar to the clothes you often say first, "Lukman's tears drip along with his murmur.


"What should I tell our son if you lie there all the time? she would feel guilty for being the cause of her mother's illness, "


"Lukmann? " the pat on the shoulder made the man turn his head and wiped away the tears on his face.


"Yes, Paklik?"


"How's your wife doing? " ask Mr. Sapto.


Lukman shook his head, "still the same as yesterday, Paklik. That mother? "


Now that Mr. Sapto was shaking his head, the middle-aged man sighed softly.


"Mbakyu Muti is getting worse, Man. The doctor had just spurred his heartbeat that had stopped, if things like this continued, then the doctor said that Muti will not be able to survive again, "


Lukman closed his eyes, he took a deep breath. Never in the slightest thought that he would experience something like this. It turns out that the problem about the enmity of both parents with his parents his wife was nothing compared to the current problem.


Still vividly imagined in his memory a few months ago, when Ningsih had just been known to be pregnant. His whole family is happy. The presence of the fetus in the stomach of the wife who had been waiting for two years of marriage was finally present as well.


"Congratulations, son. Finally you will become a papa, "said Lukman's father at that time followed by congratulations from his mother and also the two mertuanha.


Sangking happy, the two families gave a big thanksgiving, they held a study and invited orphans around their village. In order to pray for the baby and also the mother who is pregnant, so that it is always given health and launched until delivery later.


They also distributed food to the poor, as well as to support orphans. But with the arrogant nature of Bu Muti, he said words that are not pleasant to hear.


Bu Muti bragged about what he had done and given to the orphans and the poor.


"You all saw, right? I was actually kind and generous, not what you often think of me. You always say that I am a miser, stingy, arrogant and loan shark, " cried Miss Muti.


"I want to share my money for free. Not only money, you can still get groceries and food, "Mum Muti points to a pile of groceries lined up and there are already some that people bring.


"That shot is enough for you to live for months. That is if you are frugal, and not wasteful. You are my example, because I am always frugal and diligent in saving, so I became rich like this," said Bu Muti patted his chest.


"No kayak you, who become a bad person for a lifetime, "speech for bad words Miss Muti made to her guests who are mostly poor and also orphans.


"Astaghfirullahalazim., "everyone can only stand and stroke their chests while shaking their heads.


In such an event, Miss Muti can still be arrogant and arbitrary.


"Don't talk like that, Jeng. Not good, if we sincerely give, we do not need to bring up his leggings, let alone to boast, "said Lukman's mother just remind his irony.


Lukman's parents shook their heads, inexhaustible with the iron that was indeed very arrogant. Though in terms of wealth can be seen that it is still richer Lukman family than his family.


"Come, jeng! We continue to share the money, let them know, if our money will not be abis even though it has been divided into all of them, " said Mrs Muti again on the besan.


Only breath can come out of Lukman's father and mother. They feel great shame over the actions of the two ironworks.


Lukman's parents have always tried to give understanding, reminding Bu Muti and Mr. Minto not to be greedy, arrogant and takabur. But Mr. Muti and Mr. Minto were deaf and had never heard their words.


Finally, Lukman's parents' patience runs out too. They decided to be quiet and no longer want to meet the irony of his hobby that only makes the shame. They are determined not to meet Bu Muti and Mr. Minto if the two pieces are not willing to change.


Changed in the sense of his nature and attitude for the better, not the person who turned into a demon or whatever it was.


And the silence of Lukman's parents was considered by Bu Muti and Mr. Minto as a call to hostility. So they do not apologize and try to improve themselves and change their attitude, but instead quite the opposite.


Both Ningsih's parents were even hostile to their besan. And until now the two sides are still quieting each other, there is not even a sign of peace until the tragedy that befell Pak Minto and Bu Muti.


"Man, Paklik wants to go to mushola first. Already want to enter the dzuhur time, you want anything later? "


"Ah? yes..what, Paklik? " Lukman stutters.


Apparently again the man who was the new father daydreamed until he did not hear the words of Mr. Sapto.


Mr. Sapto frowned, he sat down next to Lukman.


"You daydreaming, Man? "


"Ee. yes, Paklik. Sorry, so do not hear Paklik's words, "


"You should pray a lot, recite, pray. Instead of daydreaming like that, it can be dangerous, "sapto advised Lukman.


"Enggeh (yes), Paklik, "


"Yowes (yasudah), let's follow Paklik to the mosque only and pray congregation. Let your mind be calmer, "


"Okay, Lik, "


The two men of different generations walked together to the hospital mosque while still chatting.


While inside Ningsih's treatment room, the woman seemed to move her fingers located beside her body.


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