The Secret With Bad Boy

Care for each other

In a luxurious dining room, there was Demian who was chewing his food reluctantly. Just today Demian came out of his room and wanted to eat together with his parents. Imelda smiled in relief, seeing that Demian was finally willing to open herself up again.

“Eat a lot of dear, let Demi cepet recover again.” Imelda added the chicken pieces to Demian's plate. Although his son had grown up, even his height far exceeded that of Imelda, but to an Imelda, Demian was still a child that he had to pay attention to in every way.

Demian simply nodded silently with his mind still empty. The shadow of the tragic events that befell him was still a recurring nightmare on his mind. The thugs not only hurt her physically, but also mentally. Mentally destroyed by trauma in his childhood. Similar beatings have been experienced by Demian and carried out by his closest person, his own biological father. This makes Demian quite slumped when experiencing the same event again.

Imelda and Yudhishthira looked at Demian with worry. Despite having consulted a psychologist, Demian's condition still remains the same, not willing to open completely. The pair of old men looked very sad to see this kind of Demian. Demian locked himself in a room and just fell asleep all day. It is like he has no motivation to live anymore.

“Dem,” Yudhistira tries to get Demian to speak.

Demian just turned his head and showed his face that had no interest in anything.

“Papah to meet you, whose name is Kinanti. She just got you.” Yudhistira tried to convey this. It might just be able to raise the spirit of the son.

“When Pah?” it's not, Demian started talking.

Yudhistira smiled slightly, he put down his spoon and decided to focus on Demian. “A few days ago, when Papah went to school and gave him a gift. He accidentally met Papah in person before Papah came home. He just heard from you and mendo’ you to recover soon.”

“Papah says, if you have time, play home. He can find Demi. Did Papah wrongly offer him to come?” Yudishthira looked at Demian attentively.

“Ngak Pah, thank you. For the sake of seneng horrified her news Demi.” The teenager smiled a little. There was a spirit flame that made his heart again thump as he heard Kinanti worry about him.

Imelda smiled at the smile that appeared on Demian's lips.

“Mah, can you not if Demi asks to be purchased in a new phone?” asked Demian hesitatingly.

“Wait a minute,” said Imelda while smiling small. He got out of his place and picked up something he had put on the table. “Mamah has made this for Demi.” Imelda brought a new phone that was still inside her bus.

“Contact Kinanti if it can make for spirit.” He handed the phone to Demian.

Demian accepted it with pleasure. He looked at the black flat object and a glimpse of Kinanti's face appeared there.

“By entering first yes, Mah, Pah,” say Demian later.

“Iya dear,” said Imelda while Yudhistira was just idling.

Imelda smiled relievedly looking at Demian who was walking excitedly towards her room. “Mas actually met the girl right? Not just for nyenengin Demi, right?” Imelda asked expectantly.

Yudhishthira grabbed Imelda's hand and stuck her finger with the woman she loved. “The girl was a polite child. Besides being sweet, I also saw him full of spirit. I think I can accept that girl for our son. He brings passion to Demi.” Imelda's hands are filled with love.

“Eemm, thanks, Mas,” says Imelda full day. He embraced Yudhishthira with affection. Some time when Yudhistira was silent, a moment like this felt familiar. It's just a different place. It used to be this intimacy and warmth intertwined in his home with Bertha, before his ego felt unacceptable because of Bertha's higher job position than him.

In his room, Demian is pairing a sim card from his old, destroyed phone. He put it in a hurry because he wanted to contact Kinanti immediately. He recalled the exact digit sequence of Kinanti's mobile number and decided to contact the girl.

“Where to? Is he sleeping? Or else studying?” Demian asked his phone. He looked at the flat object for a while and saw the clock on it. It's only been seven o'clock.

“Maybe he's studying or having dinner with his dad.” Demian still guessed a good thing.

Without knowing, Kinanti is still in the hospital. The uniform is still attached to her body while Kala is treating Kinanti's knee which was involuntarily injured by the broken glass. Only now did the girl feel pain from her wound.

Kala crouched down in front of Kinanti who was sitting on the bench. He blew on Kinanti's wound that a while ago he smeared the wound medicine. The wound was wide and deep, but the girl refused to seek medical help. He did not want to disturb the focus of the medical team that was handling his father. He felt his injuries were nothing compared to Lukman's pain.

The handsome teenager covered Kinanti's wound with gauze and glued it with plaster. Pressing it slowly so that the plaster sticks perfectly.

“Kinan, you should also check your wounds. It's deep and wide enough, not enough with one kasa.” Trying to remind. When he finished, he moved to sit next to Kinanti.

“No need Kal, my wound is shallow wound really, later also healed. The medical team is busy taking care of the father and other patients. Let them focus on the same thing more important. I can still treat my own wounds.” Kinanti still insisted.

“Yes, I know they're taking care of Dad. But your condition is also important. After all, you will want to become a doctor, do not just consider the condition of others important. Your condition should also be considered. How would you care for them if you didn't care about your own health?” Kala looked at Kinanti seriously. He rubbed Kinanti's head fondly, this girl must be very worried about Lukman to the point of not feeling pain in his own body.

“Daddy once said, if he is proud of you want to be a doctor. But dad is also worried because when you focus too much on something, you always forget about yourself and other things that you consider small.”

“Badah Kinan, being a doctor is not just about saving lives or preventing someone from leaving. Being a doctor is also an effort to overcome other health conditions even though it may only result in the rest of the small impact on the patient's body or on your health. The wound can be small, but the meaning of the wound can be large,” added Kala with full seriousness. He smiled at Kinanti, then clasped the girl's hand tightly.

“If you think your injuries are not important, but for me who loves you, this is very important. Because you not only need to be cared for by yourself but by people who love you,” continued Kala.

At this point, there was a tear bulb gathered at the corner of Kinanti's eye. A few seconds later, the tears came.

“Heyy, sorry if my words offend you.” Kala said with a soft. He cupped one side of Kinanti's face and wiped away the tears that were dripping there.

Kinanti shook her head, then clasped Kala's hand back.

“Thank you for me Kal, I'm grateful you still care about me. But right now, all I think about is dad's recovery. What does it mean that I'm healthy while Dad's still sick? I don't even know what kind of sick father the doctor took so long to help me. I can't lose Kal's father, even if I just imagine him.” Kinanti finally cried sobbing. Isakan who had just heard after this girl was just silent in her place with many thoughts that filled her head.

Kala grabbed onto Kinanti's body and hugged her tightly. He understood the heavy burden that the Kinanti was carrying. He rubbed his back gently.

“Everyone who loves each other will never want to lose that person or see him suffer. It's not just you who feel that way, Kinan. I'm the same father also feel what you feel. Have you ever thought from the father's point of view, what would you feel when you know your daughter is indifferent to herself for worrying about her? Wouldn't dad be so sad and angry at himself for feeling a burden to you?” Back to asking.

He felt Kinanti nod in his arms. The girl was fully aware and acknowledged the truth of Kala's words. Sometimes he is too hard on himself. That's what Lukman always warns us. Perhaps because a Kinanti was forced to mature before her age. He can only indulge in Lukman, not every time. And when they were together more often, in fact Lukman fell ill.

Along with that, Kala also thought about how if Kinanti later knew her father was sick with cancer? What will happen to this fragile girl? Can he still strengthen the Kinanti as it is today?

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