True Said Mamah

Chapter 32

Currently, Zidan and Adji are at the police station. The police want to convey the results of the TKP that has been obtained. Idham couldn't go with them, because it had to be practical.

What was conveyed by the police, really burned the emotions of Zidan and Adji. How not, accidents are done on the element of intentionality. And one of the pedestrians who was about to cross the road at that time, saw clearly the incident. Including the perpetrator's vehicle.

"I want the perpetrator to be severely punished" Zidan told one of the policemen there.

"Mr take it easy, my subordinates are pointing to the address in question. We are definitely following up on this case in accordance with the law in force in this country" said the AKP-ranked police officer.

After resigning, Zidan and Adji returned to the hospital.

"You better not tell Anan about the hit man's run."

"Why?" zidan asked a quick glance at Adji, then refocused on driving.

"For, as much as Anan hates someone, he will not allow that person to be in a predicament. And about forgiveness, he must sincerely forgive anyone, without the person asking," Adji said.

Adji turned his eyes out the window. Mind fucked. It was this forgiving nature of Anan who during his friendship always made him worry. He doesn't want anyone to take advantage of Anan's kindness. He always limits Anan's association, no matter if he should be held possessive by Rara and Salma. Because this is all for Anan's good, he thought.

Anan has been moved to the same room with his mother at the request of the mama who does not want to be far from the princess. While officially transferred to the ICU room, waiting until official siuman and conditions in accordance with expected.

Aunt Ranti was keeping the official in the room. He continued to look at the pale face and full of injuries due to his son's accident.

Occasionally he kissed the official forehead and whispered recitations of the Ayat kursi and Alfatihah, as well as other surahs that he knew in the Official ear.

"Tante, you should rest aunty first," said Atika after being in the room.

"Tante is not tired of Tik. Aunty wants to be here until officially realized," said aunt Ranti without turning to Atika.

His face is sad, his eyes dim, the tub is not glowing. The words that came out of his lips were as if they were not powerful. Yes, since hearing Rasmi suffered a traumatic injury to the head, he suddenly limp, as if his body was boneless. She always imagined the accident that befell her husband, father of Rasmi, 2 years ago which requires her to bear the status of a widow at that time.

"But aunt has to eat. Lunch was a few minutes ago. So aunty eat first yes," persuaded Atika.

Aunt Ranti only shook her head weakly.

"Or do you want a drink?" Atika thrusting a bottle of mineral water after getting a nod from aunt Ranti.

Aunt Ranti sipped the mineral water little by little.

"Auntie must also take care of health. Aunty does not want it, as soon as the brother officially realized, the aunt even fell ill." Atika grabbed the water bottle from the hand of Aunt Ranti, then kept it on top of a small cupboard in the room.

"Tante is fine Tik, you rest, let aunt take care of your brother."

Atika sighed. It was very sad to see the condition of Aunt Ranti. He was also confused, how to persuade aunt Ranti.

Upon returning to the hospital, Zidan and Adji head to the ICU room where Rasmi lies unconscious.

"Is there a development of Tik?" Zidan sat in the same chair as Atika.

Atika shook her head and looked at Zidan.

"Sister, I'm worried about the same Official. But I'm also worried about Aunt Ranti."

Zidan frowned, confused by Atika's words.

"Indeed, what's up with Aunt Ranti?" asked Zidan who was also staring at Atika.

"So don't help me. Beguin aunt let's eat. It's past lunchtime, but auntie hasn't eaten yet. I'm worried about the same aunt's health," asked Atika memelas.

Zidan seemed to think for a moment.

"Bro, I'm going to Anan's room first."

Zidan nodded and Adji left them in front of the ICU.

Zidan thought again. Until the end, "What is aunty's favorite food?" ask him to Atika who currently lives there both of them.

"Toy food anyway, almost all kinds of food aunty likes."

Atika also thought. He rested his body on the back of the chair, his left hand held the upper right arm near the fold of the elbow, and his right thumb and index finger each propped his chin and pressed his nose. Every now and then, he taps it so his index finger is on his tiny nose.

"Maha...!" The jolly girl shrieked softly as she raised her index finger into the air, sat up straight and smiled sweetly.

Zidan turned towards him, raising both of his eyebrows.

"What?" ask her while nodding once.

"If you're not sure, brother."

"Why are you so excited, if you're still not sure?"

"Not sure, brother."

"Just the same. It's not clear either."

"Keep up how dong?"

The girl with the hair smashed sighed. Shortly after, he raised both corners of his lips because he got the idea that Zidan would help him without wasting any time.

"You know I'm Zidan's brother, yes, I must be trying. Find out what my future-in-law's favorite food is."

Atika tidied her messy hair.

"It's true. Do you like it the same as Official?"

Not yet Zidan nodded the girl back parroted.

"Are you not just a mode? I told you, brother Anan you know, let brother know the taste."

"Hustt! You are, just speaking. I'm not a guy who likes girl modusins. Anyway, if I say like, yes that means I like. You brat!"

Without them noticing, Sandra's doctor watched and heard their conversation.

"It was a lot of bullying" said Sandra's doctor, surprising them.

"Eh, mama."

"Doctor."

"Call aunty, let it be more familiar," said Sandra's doctor to Atika.

"Yes aunty."

"Since when is Mama here?" zidan asked nervously, afraid that his conversation would be heard by his mama.

"Just now" answered Sandra's doctor lying, understanding her son's nervousness.

Zidan was relieved to hear his mother's reply.

"Will you go home?"

Doctor Sandra glanced at the watch on her left hand.

"Maybe it'll be here soon."

"Do you want to step in on Anan and Rasmi's collision case?" ask Dr. Sandra seriously.

"There's no need for mah, Zidan and others to take care of this. Mamah just pray, hopefully everything will be finished quickly," replied Zidan.

Doctor Sandra's phone rang, she glanced at her phone, then turned to her son.

"Father must be ahead. Then go home first."

"Tante went home first yes," he said to Atika.

***

In Anan's treatment room, Rara and Salma are busy nursing Anan. Yes, even though Anan is actually a bit uncomfortable being treated like that.

This made mamah Yati who was sitting on the sofa, smiling to see the silliness they were doing.

"Udah deh, I am not a child," declined Anan who was offered a variety of food by Rara. While Salma was busy twitching his arms and legs, but Anan did not ask for it.

"Don't be strong!" cry Anan, as Salma pressed him with full force.

"Ohhhh!" peekkik Anan again.

"Ehh Samsonwati, are you deaf? It is said not to be strong, it is still strong," said Rara.

"But I can't if it's not tight" said Salma.

"I'm sorry I forgot. You're the Hulk's droplet," led by Rara.

"Well..you're what? The person from earlier was already full, forced to eat continuously. You want Anan to follow your fat kayak? Huh!"

"Whose word am I fat?"

"Me! So, the Hulk should be, you."

"What do you think of me as the Hulk?"

"DIAAMM!" yelling Anan stopped Rara and Salma's argument.

Adji who opened the door, gasped at Anan's scream.

"What the hell is it?" Adji walked closer to the three.

"Take them, I'll take a break." Anan pulled out the blanket, then closed his eyes.

"You guys, like little kids know you don't!" adji to Rara and Salma.

"Let Anan rest, let's go back first."

Adji approached Mamah Yati, then sat down beside her.

"Tante, we'll go home first. If there's anything direct our phone," said Adji.

They resigned and left Anan who rested together with his mother.