When That Taste Is Present
EPISODE 78
Hearing Brother Hilma shout calling his name so that Rama who was still lying in his room just rushed to the source of the voice.
Rama arrives at the door of Chayra's room and sees her brother trying to wake the unconscious Chayra in his lap.
"Well, Chayra why brother?" rama asked who was panicking too.
"Chayra fainted, Rama! Earlier he had vomited - vomited and complained his head hurt. I stayed for a while to take the medicine, uh it turns out Chayra was unconscious in front of the bathroom." said Hilma. Then at the command of his brother, Ramapun raised Chayra's body to bed.
"The body's hot, too, brother, are we taking Chayra to the hospital?" rama asked for advice.
"Yes, it's good that way. We're taking Chayra to the hospital now!" hilma finally broke up and after that they took Chayra to the hospital.
Arriving at the hospital, Chayra was immediately treated by doctors intensively in the IGD room. While Kak Hilma and Rama wait for Chayra outside the ER with feelings of anxiety and worry.
"Sister.. Do we need to tell the Chayra family or her husband if we take Chayra to the hospital?" rama asked - arrived.
"Yes, my brother also thinks like that Rama. Chayra, however, was still her husband's legal wife, even though her husband had expelled her" said Brother Hilma with a sad face.
"Why don't we call Chayranya's parents?" ask Rama again.
"Don't Rama, because Chayra forbids brother to tell his family there because he does not want to burden his parents with his current problems, let alone the condition of Cahyra's father is currently unstable, right? Therefore Chayra is afraid if his family knows especially his father will make his father's health decline." explained Kak Hilma.
"Then let us tell her husband, brother." suggested Rama again.
"But how? You want to go to Chayra's husband's house and tell her? Because we don't have her number" said Hilma.
"Relax brother, Rama knows who can get Chayra's husband's number from, without Rama having to go home" said Rama with a big smile and after that pulled out his phone.
"Who are you from?" asked Kak Hilma in surprise, and Rama had not yet answered him arrived - just arrived the doctor who examined the situation of Chayra had come out and approached Rama and Kak Hilma.
"Excuse me, is the family mother of the patient inside?" ask the doctor to Hilma.
"I don't have any real family relationship Doc, but we've known each other for a long time." Brother Hilma answered him.
"Oh yes, if this is what it is? Husband right?" the doctor's view has now shifted to Rama.
"Not Doc, I'm his friend." Rama immediately denied it.
"How's Chayra doing Doc? He's okay, right?" asked Hilma worriedly.
"His condition is still very weak, he should rest more and do not be soiled first, he said, moreover, due to changes and hormonal adjustments during young pregnancy is very affecting his health which sometimes will feel nausea or vomiting." explained the doctor.
"Wait... Wait for.. What did the doctor say? Young Pregnant? So, Chayra's pregnant again? Is that right, Doctor?" asked Hilma who was not sure what she had just heard.
"Yes, this patient is pregnant. You don't know, do you?" ask the doctor. Brother Hilma just shook his head.
"Sister, we need to let her husband Chayra know soon. Surely Chayra and her husband did not know that Chayra was pregnant again" Rama said shortly after the doctor left their place.
"ee.. Rama called Shera first yes brother, ask for Chayra's husband number from him, because it turns out that Shera is good friends with Clarissa" said Rama without responding to his brother's remarks earlier.
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Dafri was sitting limp on the sofa of his room while Clarissa was still standing in front of Dafri with sobs.
"Daf, I'm sorry for making you and Chayra part ways like this. I was wrong from the start for not being able to accept the fact that you two love each other so there is no more room in your heart to love me. I'm too obsessed with having you, without me realizing that love can't be forced" Clarissa said with a single wipe of her tears.
"Where is Chayra now, Clarissa?" dafri asked with a look at Clarissa.
"Chayra now lives in the house of her brother Rama who has always known and close to Chayra" replied Calrissa.
"Do you know where the house is?" Dafri asked again.
"Yes, I know Daf." replied Clarissa.
"Take me there, Clarissa. I can't wait to see Chayra. You know for yourself how I always miss him?" dafri said then took a short breath.
"Yes, I know that you miss him, Daf. So blind you to Chayra, every night I always find you delirious calling her name" Clarissa said.
"Until any time, no one can replace Chayra in your heart, Daf." continued Clarissa still trying to smile sincerely even though at this time she also felt pain.
"Clarissa, I don't know what to say to you. Just a thank-you note I can give you. Thank you for being honest about all this, your honesty means a lot to me" Dafri said in earnest.
"Yes, But you don't have to thank me actually Daf. Because I also realized that all this time I had been evil with Chayra, but even though Chayra never returned the evil I did with evil anyway, instead he gave various good for me. He who was willing to let you go for me, let himself be suspected of cheating to see me stay with you. Well.. Chayra is a good woman, and she deserves you to be weighed by this evil me, Daf" Clarissa said with her tears returning.
Looking at the fragile Clarissa, Dafri could only calm her down by stroking Clarissa's back and saying, "Clarissa, even if we're not together anymore, I hope.. We can stay together as friends. However, we have known each other for a long time, and I still want to be on good terms with me as a friend or friend" Dafri said with a serious face.
"Yes, as a friend or friend." said Clarissa trying to smile sincerely.
Moments later, there was a ringing from Clarissa's phone. Clarissa immediately raised the call.
"Who are you, Clarissa?" dafri asked who saw Clarissa's expression instantly change when she heard someone say something.
"Back, Chayra.. Chayra.." - Clarissa said with shocked eyes.
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