The Secret With Bad Boy

Chicken stew

For most people, the atmosphere of the hospital at night is very gripping. Sarat with a cold and quiet atmosphere is also tense with the myth of astral creatures that are invisible and often disturbing until people feel unsettled in a place that is actually the best place to ask for help. Especially for those who are overwhelmed with anxiety to face their health condition.

That gripping feeling was also felt by Kinanti. Until the evening before, he was still walking back and forth while biting his fingernails, because he was nervous. Sometimes he peered into the observation room to see Lukman's condition. More than four hours have passed, the time promised by doctors to monitor Lukman's condition. However, until now Kinanti has not received any news.

In a cold, quiet and gripping state, Kinanti tried to stand up straight. He was anxiously waiting for news from the doctor. When did he see his father? When can he be sure that Lukman is okay and nothing fatal has happened to his beloved middle-aged man. Everything is still a question mark.

From a distance, a teenage boy walked over to Kinanti. He watched the agitated-looking sweet girl, from a distance. Kinanti was still walking back and forth while hugging her own body. Rubbing his own shoulders, in addition to warming, also to calm. The girl was still in her uniform that was already filled with sweat and tears. Cold air must have ambushed from below, creeping up to her feet wearing only half-calf socks and a knee-length skirt.

The girl was lonely, the girl was frightened and the girl needed someone to calm her down.

“Nan,” call Kala when you are standing in front of Kinanti. He returned after buying food and drinks. The last time food and drink intake entered Kinanti's thin body when the girl had lunch in the school cafeteria, it was several hours ago.

“Iya,” in that quiet voice alone, Kinanti stunned. His face was also still pale and tense, paler than when anxious expectation awaited the scholarship envelope to be opened. Unfortunately, this girl still tried to calm down even though her mind explored all corners of her head that felt increasingly heavy.

Kala took off her jacket, then put it on Kinanti. Kinanti looked at Kala's face in front of her and was only a few inches away. I don't know what would happen if Kala didn't accompany her. He was grateful that Kala was always by his side under any circumstances. Best place to share after your dad.

“Eat first yes, you have not eaten anything since noon,” take Kala while cupping both sides of Kinanti's face cold because of the night air.

“I don't taste, Kal.” The girl's eyes were glazed. Kala's attention had touched the deepest recesses of her heart.

“Your appetite may be gone, but that doesn't mean your body doesn't need it. Don't be selfish, give your body rights. We still have to deal with times ahead that require a lot of energy and strength big enough for us to survive. If not for yourself, at least make dad.” Kala spoke really. He stared fixedly at Kinanti's pair of eyes that were shaded by tears.

The girl bit her lips, then nodded. “Iya,” his voice sounds choked. When smiling with relief, Kinanti was indeed easy to be given understanding.

“Sit down, we eat together.” Kala invited Kinanti to sit down and the girl complied.

Kinanti's trembling hands fed the food his mouth, then bowed lethargic while dripping a tear in both corners of his eyes. There was a feeling of tightness in his throat that made it difficult for him to swallow his food.

“Hey, is the food bad?” Kala rubbed Kinanti's curved back.

Kinanti. He tried to straighten his head and rubbed his tears violently. He let out a deep breath, but his cries remained unstoppable, causing him to hold his head up for a while to ward off his tears. He promised himself to be strong. But the promise is not easy to keep.

Kinanti sighed again and then exhaled slowly. He tried his hardest to get stronger as Kala gently rubbed the tops of his head. Stabbed the chicken with a plastic spoon to channel his sadness.

“Dad really likes chicken stews, especially lower thighs like this. He said his skin was savory. I even had time to fight with my father when he prank on me, pretending not to want to give up on me. But if I'd gone, all the chickens would've made me love you." Kinanti smiled crazily and tears returned to drip.

"But now you can't even eat. Though I would like Kal, if I have to give all this chicken to dad. Dad has worked hard to support me, where maybe I will fight with dad.” Trouble Kinanti finished her sentence with a tight chest and a sob. She wiped her tears that were always hard to stop.

Kala nodded in understanding, Kinanti's efforts to survive so far were indeed very difficult. Half his life is Lukman, certainly not an easy thing to get through all this.

“Nan, when I recover later, we will masakin daddy a lot of chicken stews. Let me eat it. You bribed him so that dad could. It's as fun as when dad feeds you. Hem?” Kala tried to comfort Kinanti.

Kinanti nodded, then bowed and focused her head on her right hand which was supported on her thigh.

“Iya.” His voice sounded hoarse and large. When you know, Kinanti is trying hard.

“Family mr Lukman?” a voice of calling sounded from the direction of the observation room door. Next to the ER room.

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