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"So what about my son, Doc?" asked Mr. Pratama with a worried tone to make the Doctor named Ambran sigh.
"For the second time I see you as good as this, Pratama" Ambran said trying to melt the milk.
"Since Tania's departure, your sister's late. But what you're doing right now is more awful." he continued, making Pratama exhale riled.
"Stop reminiscing about Ambran's past! I just want what's best for my kids." Ambran replies showing his dislike when Seldan discusses his late wife. He thinks turning to the past is useless.
Ambran laughed softly, he rubbed Pratama's shoulder trying to calm the man down. Making friends for 20 years makes Ambran understand very well with the personality that Pratama has. The man always gave his best to his family without thinking about himself.
"We need a heart donor" said Ambran again seriously, making Pratama turned towards him.
"What do you mean?" pratama asked impatiently.
"The poison that had been injected into Mikayla's body spread so quickly to the heart, fortunately you quickly brought it here. So I can handle it as well as possible." he explained plainly a little bragging to make Pratama gawk in disbelief.
"Most likely, if we do not immediately look for donors, the poison can return at any time" he continued, further making Pratama more riled up.
"Relax, I'll help you find a donor. It just so happens that I have some friends in the famous hospital here." said Ambran tried to calm Pratama his old friend.
Pratama nodded weakly, then stood up from the chair he was sitting in, preparing to move from there. " I have to go back to my son's room, thank you for helping" Pratama said, making Ambran stand up from his seat.
"Anything for you, old friend."
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"Mikayla needs a heart donor right now" Pratama said, not wanting to look weak in front of her eldest child, making Marchsl unable to resist his surprised expression, it was as if a huge hammer had struck his entire body right then and there. All of a sudden, Marchel could not accept everything.
Marchel sat on the sofa that had been provided by the hospital, not strong enough to withstand the burden he received. Not enough a day he was in this country, he had already gained a very heavy burden.
Marchel turned back to look at his father who also looks riled up like himself, the clothes he wore already look very tangled with both sleeves that he folded up to the elbow.
"Om Ambran, what did you say, Om?" ask the son who was silent.
Pratama turned his head, walked up to his eldest son and his best friend's son, then sat right in the middle of Marchel and Putra
"He said, if we do not immediately look for donors, the poison in your sister's body can spread at any time" he explained again repeating Ambran's words a few minutes ago.
Again Marchel, his wife and son were silenced by his father's answer, not knowing what to do now.
While in his room, Doctor Ambran was made dumbstruck by one of his patients and his nephew.
"Are you sure you don't want to live anymore?" ask Dr. Ambran not to believe the decision made by his nephew.
"For what, living with this fucking disease?" his reply again made Dr. Ambran speechless do not know what to answer.
"What about your parents?" ask Dr. Ambran, make the interlocutor crackle not like.
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Already want to go to the ending") about how will the ending? Wkwk wait for the next part. Don't forget the traces.