Waiting for your Love to Grow

Go home

It was not difficult for a Dahlan, to get information on the whereabouts of his daughter who had left without saying goodbye to leaving the house. On Nabila's second day in hospital, Dahlan and Nadira visit him in the hospital.

Likewise today, on the third day Nabila was treated. It's just that, for today Dahlan didn't participate. Only Nadira and Fendi are now present in the all-white room, as well as those who will bring Nabila home to his Papi, as requested.

"So, I've contacted Denis and told him that you're being treated here" Nadira said, putting Nabila's belongings in a bag.

Nabila turned to her brother, "Why did Dira do that? Didn't I tell you, I haven't wanted to see him" said Nabila.

Nadira stopped from his activities, then sat on the edge of the bed, where Nabila was now sitting interrupting his legs. "Until when? Until he gets tired of what you want, then leaves you for nothing".

Nabila just silently looked down, listening to her brother's innuendo. His heart hurt with that word.

"You're a big boy, you shouldn't run around like this if there's a problem. You have to face it!" Nadira tried to advise his sister.

"Sister Denis for days without work, his face tangled unkempt. Every morning still vomiting", Fendi who sat on the sofa added to Nadira's speech.

Nabila raised her head and looked towards her sister. There is more curiosity about how her husband is now, but she is still reluctant to ask Fendi because of the sense of prestige is still high.

"You still blame Denis for Mami's death?" Nadira's question made Nabila stunned, she was curious, how her brother could read her mind about it.

"Denis came or didn't that afternoon, Mami will still die. Because the age ration of mami is only up to that" said Nadira.

Tears Nabila again down, although not swift. A bad shadow a few days ago when he found his mother in a stiff oblong, back flashed in his mind.

"At least, if Mas Denis could get me there early, I would still be able to meet Mami last time who was alive" said Nabila.

The door of the room Nabila hospital room opened along with the appearance of a man who was familiar to everyone who was in the room at that time.

"Good day!" Andre said as he stepped towards Nabila.

"Ndre, Nabila let her go home this afternoon?" Ask Nadira. And Andre just smiled in response to Nadira's question.

"Tone, do you want to go home?" Ask Andre to Nabila. Nabila nodded in response to the question posed by Andre.

"Based on the examination of these few days, the condition of Nada is quite good and can be done care at home only", said Andre of course make everything in the room happy.

"But remember, the health condition of the Tone must be strictly maintained. Don't do heavy work! And of course his emotions must be maintained, do not be too stressed !" Andre's advice to the Nabila family.

For the umpteenth time, the door of the Nabila treatment room opened. But this time the way to open the door of the room seemed too rough, to make everyone in the room set their eyes on the door.

"Dennis!" Nadira exclaimed, as the figure who had just opened the door began to enter the room.

The man looks so chaotic, in contrast to his condition which is usually neat and fragrant. Dark circles around the eyes, indicating that the man is sleep deprived.

Nabila who initially saw the figure of Denis, she quickly turned her face away from her husband.

"Darling!" Denis' voice is shriveled. There was a deep sadness in both of the man's beads.

Denis chose to budge and did not get close to Nabila, he just tilted his head to be able to see clearly his wife, although Nabila still did not want to see it.

"I need to talk to you" said Andre. "Come on!" Andre pulled Denis to follow him.

Fendi was about to follow the two men who had just walked out of the room, but Nadira prevented it. "You stay here deck! Let the two men finish their business. We do not interfere" said Nadira with the tip of his eyes that glanced towards Nabila who was just silent fixated.

"Let go!" Denis removes Andre's hand from his hand, when Nabila's room door was closed again by Andre.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Denis and Andre walk hand in hand through the deserted hospital hallway. Just saw the janitor mopping the floor.

"We're talking there" Andre said, pointing at the park close to the hospital exit.

Just as Denis's feet set foot in the park, tetiba buuugghhh, Andre's fist landed on Denis's face, making Nabila's husband stagger back.

"That's for the wound you gave to Nada" said Andre who then appeared to approach Denis again.

Andre pulled the front of Denis's collar, the corner of his lips bleeding. "It's for you who almost eliminated your own loe kid" Andre said as he beat Denis back.

Denis did not reply to Andre's treatment, because he felt he was the cause of Nabila to be treated at that place.

"I've told you, never hurt Tone! But the opposite is true" Andre said with an angry look at Denis. "If you can't take good care of him, let me take care of him" he said.

Andre's words made Denis' blood boil. With a quick movement he got up and approached Andre. Then showered the doctor before him with punches of anger.

"Fuck loe, you think my wife stuffs! Until whenever I will not release Nabila, not also for loe" Denis said by still throwing his fists towards Andre.

"Wait!" Lisa's voice stops Denis from hitting the already helpless Andre. The woman ran up to Andre, then helped the doctor to stand up.

"Enough you do! He could die, if Denis hits him again" Lisa said in a high enough tone to Denis.

"Let's dok, I'll help you walk" Lisa told Andre to walk, leaving Denis still trying to suppress his emotions.

Denis ran to his wife, when his eyes caught Nabila, who was now in a wheelchair pushed by Nadira, about to walk to the hospital exit.

"Darling, please forgive me!" Said Denis who stood parallel beside Nabila. "I can explain everything" he continued.

Mata Nabila and Denis briefly met, but quickly Nabila turned his face. "Come, brother, let's walk again! I want to get some rest" Nabila told Nadira.

Eventually Denis could only resignedly be left alone in grief and disappointed.

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