Helper Pervishes
Chapters 17. The Miracle 2

“Must be strong. Four more days a month. After that, my work will return to normal. Who is patient son,” Utari said to the little Miracle.

After menina Bobo was the little one, Utari returned to the Main house. He had to resume his work which was delayed by Miracle's cry.

He was in a row with his mother who had just arrived from the supermarket.

“Bu,” call Utari.

“I tipped my son yes ma'am, since last night his body has a fever. Only until four in the afternoon. I will work faster to finish faster,” pinta Utari to the mother.

“Cih, why am I your baby siter? Take care of your own child. I do a lot of work,” Sukma said.

“But ma'am, Miracle is sick, mom can come peek her occasionally. Please ma'am,” Utari kept begging because at that time only her mother could hope for.

“Ya already, you clean this grocery item. Store it in the refrigerator and quickly finish your work. Oh yes, this month you are not paid, the rest of your salary will be taken. Count because mom has helped you take care of your child,” said Sukma, he left Utari.

Utari looked at her mother's back who kept away.

“For mom, money is everything. His conscience can be in value from how much you gave him money.”

“Woi, why bengong there?” wiwi snaps from the door.

“I will continue my work,” Utari rushed into the house. As much as possible he avoided Wiwi, at the end of this he had dared to play hands. He did not hesitate to slap Utari if Utari denied.

“Nyonyah is looking for you, she is in the master workspace,” continued Wiwi.

Without looking, Utari answered. “Alright, I'll meet nyonyah.”

Sure enough, in the study room Selvie was sitting leaning back in Morgan's office chair. He stared sinisterly at Utari who had just arrived there.

“Have a week sir in Greece, he contacted you?” ask Selvie.

Utari. “Never Nyah.”

“Did he ever say when he was going home?” he continued asking and answered the head ring by Utari.

“Third once, and papa late this never contacted me,” muttered Selvie.

“Quick there resume your work,” expel Selvie.

Utari also left the room.

“Emang weird, you strange woman. Your own husband you don't know. In fact ask the help you always humbled,” hiss Utari in his heart.

He began to continue his work on the front porch of the house. One by one the flower pots are moved. According to the order, he had to rearrange the flower pot so that it could slightly change the look of the house.

Utari began to be a little overwhelmed, after moving all the small pots, now he started to lift a large pot. Then with his heart he shifted the pot that could not be lifted because of the size is too large. Every now and then Miracle's voice sounded from the baby monitor's hand on his pocket. He was crying, but the sound of crying was ignored. The work must be completed on time.

Finally at five in the afternoon all Utari's duties were completed, he ran small towards his room. Something went wrong, the sound of Miracle crying grew louder along with an incessant cough.

“Nak,” utari directly carrying Miracle upon arrival there. The baby was crying alone, with no one in the room. “Grandma where? Does he not meet you, dear?”

Carrying the Miracle, Utari walked towards the kitchen. He took a bowl of warm water and returned to the room. Miracle fever was getting higher, her face was flushed red from crying and her breathing looked extremely fast.

“Sorry dear mama, mama has not been able to take you to the doctor. Mama doesn't have any money. Even mama has not been able to pay this month,” Utari said.

A few moments passed but there was no change in Miracle. Due to the fatigue of crying the little baby began to fall asleep. His body was still in a high fever accompanied by unrelenting shivering.

This made Utari even more panicked, he decided to meet his mother.

Tok to tok.

Sukma opened the door of his room. He looks like he just woke up from sleep.

“Bu, lend me money. I'll take my son to the doctor,” pinta Utari.

“No money,” snapped Sukma then closed back his room door.

Tok tok tok tok

“Bu Tari please, will Dance change with flowers bu,” Utari said.

His mother's voice sounded serious.

“So Dance should how ma'am? Miracle his fever is very high,” said his shriek. Utari was still pensive on her mother's doorway thinking.

“Do I contact sir? He said if he needed something he would ask pack Jerry to prepare for me,” Inner Utari. He rushed to his room to pick up his cell phone on the table.

But when Utari arrived at her room, Morgan was already standing there holding Miracle.

“Your son is sick? Why didn't you call me?” ask Morgan in a big voice.

“Because the fever is not this severe, so I have not thought to take him to the doctor,” Utari said.

“From yesterday? So she's been sick for days?” snapped Morgan.

Utari's head bowed. He felt very guilty and relieved. Morgan arrived on time, he needed it most at the time.

“Why shut up, let's go to the hospital now.”

Like a fool Utari walked quickly following the pace of Morgan's steps. She can only be silent, and deserves to be wrong for not being a mother.

Arriving at Miracle Hospital was immediately handled in the emergency room.

“How many days has her child fever bu?” ask the doctor.

“3 days doc,” Utari replied in a weak voice.

“Why not immediately treat when the baby has a fever bu, if left swelling can spread to organs in the body such as the stingray and heart,” said the doctor while continuing to handle Miracle intensively.

Morgan's eyes widened to look at Utari. He's very angry. “What are you doing at home? Your baby's dying but you're not doing anything? You do not deserve to be a mother, a mother should always be alert and know what to do when her child is sick. I'm disappointed in you Uyari!” snapper Morgan.

“I'm not ready to be a mother. I gave birth to Miracle when I was 20. I have nothing to raise her either. Mentally I can fill my child's life with affection, but financially I can't,” Utari murmured in her heart.

Utari did not dare to refute Morgan's words, she could only look down while hiding her tears. His condition when very bad, his heart hurt.

“You're her father?” The doctor who had just come out of the intensive room asked Morgan. Morgan nodded at the doctor's question.

“Sorry doc, because it's busy I don't take care of my son properly,” Morgan said filled with guilt. “Oh yes doc, my son is sick what?” continued Morgan.

“About the condition, it looks like dehydration and allergies. His body was flushed, with swelling. Oh yes, the baby is still ASI or Sufor?” ask the doctor.

“Susu formula doc,” Reply Utari.

“He's had allergies before?” ask the doctor.

Utari. “When he was three months old,” replied Utari.

“The trigger?” ask the doctor again.

“Dock germs, maybe in the form of dust or non-sterile tableware,” Utari said.

“Because you already know the trigger should have to be vigilant. Soon his son will be brought in the room, he will improve after being handled well for 3 days. Don't worry too much,” said the doctor. He could not see Utari. Tears were relentlessly dripping down his cheeks.

“Allergic reactions are usually derived from the genes of the father or mother, between both parents there must be such allergies,” continued the doctor.

“I doc, when I was a kid I sneezed a lot. Until now I have not been able to get to a dusty place, the reaction to the body can be swollen and reddened,” explained Morgan.

The doctor understood. “Next time, keep the baby's room from being too dry or moist. Ready for a safe humidifier for your little one.”

“Good doc,” says Morgan excited.

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