The Secret With Bad Boy

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“Mba, Mba.. Mba Kinan That voice sounded so clearly in Kinanti's ear. Kianti's tightly closed eyes immediately opened. He looked around and found himself asleep in his room.

“Yeah I overslept!” Kinanti woke up soon. His head felt very dizzy from waking up suddenly.

“Mba Kinan...” The voice came back and trembled slightly

“Iya, Sus.” Kinanti recognized the voice as the voice of the nun who cared for Lukman.

Kinanti immediately jumped out of bed and opened the door. Looked at the pale face of the sister. “What's up, Sus?” Kinanti's heart suddenly fluttered erratically.

“Bapak ngorok Non. I was suctioned and breathing normally. But only left half an hour to make breakfast, when I returned father snoring again and his consciousness began to decline.” The nurse spoke in haste.

My heart immediately felt like it was falling. His body was sweating coldly and felt nauseous. Without waiting for a long time Kinanti immediately ran down the stairs to Lukman's room. Sure enough, Lukman was breathing with gasps even though he was still irregular.

“Dad!” kinanti Exclamations that directly approached Lukman. He raised Lukman's head slowly and made his thigh a cushion. At the touch of Lukman's neck and forehead, it felt cold.

“Yes, this is Kinan Yaah... What is Rasain's father? Is anyone sick? Yeah?” With trembling Kinanti patted the father's face gently. Her tears began to gather at the corner of her round, red eyes.

“Nan,” Lukman's voice is still faintly heard. He opened his eyes that looked so heavy.

“Yes Dad, this is Kinan. We're going to the hospital, Dad. We need a doctor's help. Sus, please ready everything.” The quick-witted Kinanti immediately asked for help.

Suddenly Lukman grabbed Kinanti's hand and held it tightly.

“Don't, I want to be at home...” Lukman's voice is still heard even so faintly. His breathing rhythm was shallow and faster than usual.

Lukman shakes. His half-open eyes tried to convince his daughter. “Father please, simply temenin Daddy aja...” pinta Lukman really.

Kinanti could not help her crying. He sobbed and hugged Lukman with a trembling body of worry and fear.

“Yes, tell you what, kid...” Lukman's voice was getting quieter and his breathing was getting weaker in Kinanti's ear.

Kinanti kissed Lukman's forehead and cheeks, his lips did not stop saying do’a-prayer in the father's ear. Kinanti looked at the calm looking Lukman and slowly her breathing started to slow down. His hand held onto Kinanti's hand very tightly, tightly until then it suddenly weakened. The middle-aged man's thin hands drooped weakly. His breath was no longer heard.

Gumam Kinanti who was doing’a was stopped. His eyes barked in shock mixed with those of his eyes.

“Ayaah, Dad...” The girl called Lukman several times, but Lukman did not flinch.

“Dad, Dad is still the same Kinan right?” kinanti's voice was raucous, barely audible. He clenched his grip on the father's soft and pale hands, the nurse immediately checked Lukman's pulse. He shook his head when he no longer felt the breath and pulse in Lukman's body.

Kinanti hugged Lukman. He sobbed as he lifted his face to ward off the tears that came down so as not to wet the body of the father.

"Well, don't stay in Kinan, Ayaaahh...." Hugging Lukman, that's all I can do.

His chest was very tight, painful and his body felt so limp. This morning the sky collapsed. His backrest collapsed and all that happiness turned into tears. No more Lukman, no more the father who always loved him and now Kinanti herself, yes alone.

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