
Anya sat in the front with Reza driving the car, while Steven sat in the back with Oma.
Oma Putri held the grandchild affectionately, she longed for it, even until now still feeling anxious.
Usually where Steven wants to be on the bench like this, and it makes Oma Putri so sad.
"Oma, I'm fine, but Anya is hurt" Steven said, speaking loudly enough that Reza could hear her.
While Anya just stood still and lowered her head, looking at her own two hands that were crumpling each other on the lap.
"Mr Anya is hurt? how come?" ask the Princess Oma.
And at that moment Steven explained everything, about the sketchbook, about the anger of Mona's mother and about her Anya being pushed to fall on the floor and her forehead hitting the edge of the table.
Oma Putri was filled, she was worried about Anya, but more bitter about the fate of the grandchild. Coming to Mona's place will only give you a wound.
"Rez, stop at the hospital in front, we treat the wound Anya," said Oma Putri.
"No need Oma, it's just a little scuff," Anya argued hurriedly, for him this was just a minor injury. In the village often also injured even more severely, really, about this wound Anya felt fine.
Reza just kept quiet, he kept on going.
"Try Oma look."
Anya looked back, while Oma Putri turned on the lights in the car. For him the wound was still severe, there were bruises and cuts in the middle.
"No, we stop at the hospital." break up Oma Putri.
"Don't Oma, we better go home, I'll ask Asmi's help to treat it," Anya refused again. Bik Asmi is one of the servants at Aditama's house.
"Mbak Anya kok ngeyel once anyway, said Oma kan to the hospital, that means we have to go to the hospital," Steven said.
Anya could not argue anymore, especially when Reza also brought the car to enter the hospital area they passed.
Anya was taken to the IGD room and immediately found treatment by one of the health officials there.
"It hurts?" ask Steven.
Anya nodded.
"Silver," he answered.
"Don't cry" Steven replied again. Long time together makes them both know, if they are two people who are whiny.
Oma Putri smiled at the closeness, while Reza kept her flat face. Fortunately Steven was not injured, if until his son was scuffed a little, he would immediately fire Anya.
At 9pm, they all just arrived home.
Grandfathers, Rina and Ryan had already welcomed anxiously.
Especially when they know they're all staying in the hospital.
Steven, who had fallen asleep, was taken into his room.
Ryan was the last to enter and the longest to notice the wound on Anya's forehead.
"Your silence is hurt?" ask Ryan.
"Yes Om," Anya replied with a descending look, she did not dare to meet anyone in this house. Aware of making a big mistake by taking Steven to meet Mona's mom.
"The flight was like it was going to be dislodged" said Ryan, he approached and immediately touched the bandage. Gently fill it.
"Have a good rest, a good sleep" Ryan said.
Ordinary words, but even make Anya cry.
Ryan then wiped away the tears, no matter what he said, Reza could only see the scene and could not hear the conversation.