VILLAGE END
CLOSED SECRET EPISODE 3 2
The doctor has finished treating the head of the hamlet. Hodiernal
the nurses then put the tools and bandages back together in the nagkas. The doctor came out and the people were
crowds approached him.
“here who is his family ?”
“my doctor,” ayati approaching. “please enter,” ayati, Nafisah and mak sanah enter into the care room of the head of the hamlet. Some people were still curious and peeked through the windows.
It was seen that the head of the hamlet was lying weakly helpless in bed with the help of breathing apparatus,
“how is my grandfather doing doc?”
The doctor took a breath, “begini ma'am,
he had to be referred to a hospital for an operation on his stomach. Our
it stopped the bleeding and treated the other external wound, however
to perform the operation, here there is no adequate tool”
Ayati cried without a sound
hugging mak sanah.
“to hospital doc ?”
“iya, for that, we need
family approval.”
“well, doc. We agree”
“all right, then we will soon
preparing everything to be taken to a large hospital immediately,”
The doctor exited the room, passed by
some people are still huddling there. Not long mak sanah out.
“aden,” instantly hasan realized, mom
sanah approaching hasan. “iya mak ?”
“aden, can you ask for help aden ?”
“apa mak ?”
“please accompany nak nafis back home,
let him pack some things to take to hospital”
Hasan nodded, “well mak, but
before that, can I go in to see the head of the hamlet ?”
“by, come in, nak nafis still
inside” hasan approached the door and slowly opened the door. Hasan walked
approaching the head of the hamlet that was lying weakly helpless. His body is full
with wounds and in bandages.
“how, the state of the head of the hamlet ?”
Nafisah just shook his head slowly.
Ayati wiped her tears as soon as she approached Hasan and….
PLAQUE !!
Ayati slapped hasan's face. The Sontak Nafisah and
hasan was surprised, hasan turned to face ayati. “kau.!” Ayati pointed
“gara because of you. It is a wretch !! what did you tell him huh !” while pushing hasan's body, and hasan does not dwell “ replied ! what are you talking about
! Answer ! ” still pushing hasan.
“ mom, enough ! ”
“ you are silent. ” Instantly nafisa fell silent.
“quickly answer if you don't have a mouth !
what are you talking to him about !” once again pushing Hasan's body.
“my father's death.” Ayati
slapping Hasan's face back with energy mixed with emotion.
“ Mother ! ” Nafisah surprised by what
he saw, he saw,
“ Kids, don't know in profit ! this is how it is
the way you avenge his struggle. Is it still not enough you're making trouble ! you shouldn't have come back here ! just bring mala pekaka only ! go away
you ! go ! ” ayati while pushing hasan back.
“ibu, quite”
“ quiet you nafis, ”
“ aunt, i.. ”.
“ I said go you ! no need for you
say again ! get out of here !” ayati really didn't give hasan to
said.
Nafisah approached her mother and tried
calm her down by her mother. With a signal Nafisah told hasan to leave. Ayati is still crying in her son's arms. “why is this, what's wrong, why
must be repeated again,”
out of the way when hasan comes out. Looks like they heard the conversation
they, there are some people away feeling afraid and do not want to be a victim
next, it is better to avoid than to be unlucky.
Hasan stopped for a moment and looked at the people
around him, he took a rough breath and left. His feet continue
step up quickly. In annoyance he clenched his hand. Punching tree
pine in front of him. His eyes red a regret now filled his heart. Why
everything becomes like this. Who is really behind all this ?!
Breath hunting. What's wrong if
someone told me about my father's death ! what is wrong with looking for
the truth has been covered up all this time ?! I just need my father's justice
killed but the case is closed and the criminal is not arrested as if all
it's planned. And under control. Why !!
He walked without direction.
****
Mak sanah went into the room
white it, the city hospital it. “ayati,” mak sanah approaching ayati who is
sitting in the waiting area. While holding the hand ayati “ ayati, forgive aden
hasan ayati, I apologize for Aden hasan, please forgive ya ayati, son
it has long suffered in the family home. He saw his own father
dying with blood, he was shocked by it all, in just a child
who seeks justice for both his parents”
"please, please forgive kiddo hasan,,"
ayati did not make a sound, she was still silently holding back the cry so as not to come out in her eyes.
Nafisah walked closer with putu. "mak, how ?" putu put the bag on the chair.
"there is still no news "
Nafisah sat beside mak sanah, he leaned his head on the back of the chair.
"son nafis, have you contacted relatives in the village sebrang ?"
Nafisah turned her head "mommy already, tomorrow they will come visit here."
"my son, you're coming home after this ? please tell the same eunuch sir tonight I'm staying at the hospital and coming home tomorrow morning."
"well, mom, does anyone want to tell you again ?"
"there is none"
for two hours they waited outside the operating room, waiting for certainty with hope that God gave smoothness and opportunity, and finally the doctor came out of the operating room.ontact they stood up to the doctor. "doc, how's my grandfather" Nafisah asked first.
"it's all going well, and now the patient's gonna be moved to the room, right away,"
alhamdulillahot.
there was a relieved face there, one of the heaviest complaints was gone.
now finally the head of the hamlet was moved to the ICU room. the infusion hose and oxygen were seen when they entered the room in all blue clothes. the head of the hamlet lay weak unconscious, unconscious, some bandages on his body seemed to perfectly cover the wound.
Nafisah approached the basket of pain.
"grandfather, sorry."
that afternoon, Hasan rushed out, the house of the eunuch who was tending the yard was not heeded when his name was called
" aden, where are you going ?"
he passed away, walked very quickly to the stop. Some people who were on a side with him always avoided with a hostile look and some people shouted at him.
"he you, son, what's back here ? make it lucky."
"already, you just go back to the island sebrang. don't ever come here."
"right, you better not come back here.we don't want to die in the first place because of you !"
"go there. don't go back !"
diatribe by diatribe he heard it. until he reached the stop. he immediately boarded public transportation.
the public transport continued to go from one stop to another stop until finally he arrived at his destination.
"juari sade camp"
finally, I got to. Hasan took the book from his little bag, he opened the book to confirm an address.
he walked into the village.
"sorry sir, would you ask me, if this address is his house next door, sir ?" while showing an address.
"stay straight, there will be a fork turn right straight later there will be a crossroad turn left, his house near the field, and dam"
"thank you sir"
he continued his journey, the atmosphere of this village is very quiet the distance between one house with another is quite far apart, they are separated with their fields, their own, trees that are still lush add to the gripping atmosphere when night falls.
finally Hasan reached his destination, he walked up to the house that was quite simple.
czech.
the door opened "who ?"
hasan turned to "this, I'm aunt hasan "
