Keblinger Kharisma Man Married
KKBP-25X. Coincidence or Destiny
After meeting Gauri. Bisma continued driving. No matter where he went, he didn't know. What was clear was that the man wanted to pull over for a moment following his hands that did not know where to take him. Bisma also turned off her phone. He really wanted to enjoy his solitude.
“ Well where are we?”
Bisma really drives without knowing the purpose. But the direction of the car is getting away from City J. In fact, he has taken the freeway that connects the provinces of West Java and Central Java.
Feeling that it was far enough to drive, Bisma also pulled her car over at the rest area. The man glanced at the watch on his right hand. 5 hours he had already driven, and Bhishma did not feel tired at all.
Finally, Bisma returned to drive her car, but this time she will go off the toll. He saw the name of the city P and went out of the toll to get to the city. The city that has a lot of typical food between tauto and rice megono it will be a stopover place Bisma. The city of P is also the city that has the most famous batik craft. If bringing batik that comes from there surely they will know that it is batik from the city of P.
“ Alright let's search on google map. Looks like many beautiful beaches in this city.”
Bisma turned on the map service on her smart phone. With the keyword ‘ beaches around the city of P’, Bisma found a lot of apparently. But the choice fell on Pasir Kencana Beach. From the review on the beach search page is a beach that is a favorite of the citizens for weekend tourism. What else is a good sunset view.
“ Alright, let's go. Long time no beach boy.”
Bisma turned her car back on and followed the direction of her car. But only a few moments driving he had to pull his car over. It looks like a middle man is helping a middle-aged woman on the street. The bisma came down and approached them.
“ Master what is this.”
“ I do not know sir, when I was passing this mother suddenly fainted. I thought he got hit by a vehicle but when I checked there was no trace of accident at all.”
“ Can help me support this mother's head.”
The person follows the instructions of Bhishma. Bisma then ran to the car to pick up her medical supplies. As a doctor he always carried simple medical equipment. Bisma opened her little box again. He then took out a stethoscope.
“ Don't worry sir, I am a doctor.”
The person who was holding the mother's head nodded. There was a sense of relief in his heart because the one who stopped to help was a doctor.
She checked the middle-aged woman's pulse, heart rhythm and eyes and opened the woman's bag and tried to find something there.
" Paclitaxel, Albumin-bound paclitaxel, isn't this a lung cancer drug?”
The doctor then checks the patient's pulse again. He was a little surprised when he found out that the middle-aged woman's pulse was getting weaker.
“ Sir, this mother's condition is not good. Can you help me get her to my car. We need to find the nearest hospital. If not this mother's life could be threatened.”
“ Use my car only sir.”
“ Sorry instead of refusing, but my car has its siren. I will use it to open the way.”
The man nodded too. He and Bisma took the mother's car to Bisma's car. Just like what Bhishma said, he took out his siren in order to get his way. The man followed Bisma from behind.
Luckily, P is not as crowded as J. After driving for at least 15 minutes, Bisma found the hospital and stopped in front of the IGD.
The hospital's medics immediately pulled out the gurney and took the mother to the handling room. Bhishma came in and explained to the doctor who was inside about the condition of the mother.
“ Thank you doctor Bhishma, lucky you directly brought him here.”
“ But doctor, I think the mother should be operated on immediately.”
“ Well I understand we will check thoroughly first.”
“ Thank you doctor for stopping and helping. Introduce me Sukhdev.”
“ My Bisma.”
Yes, the first man to help the middle-aged woman was Sukhdev. Sukhdev was on a business trip in the city of P. As the largest fabric manufacturer, many batik artisans in the city of P who took the fabric from RS Textile. RS textile is a company owned by Sukhdev.
“ Have you contacted his family Mr Sukhdev?”
“ Already, soon maybe he will come.”
They also spoke back relaxed. Until it was enough, Bisma finally chose to resign. He will continue his journey to his destination.
" Okay, doctor. Thanks though. See you back."
" Everyone sir. May we be of age to meet again."
Bisma and Sukhdev shook hands before Bhishma left. The bisma threw a smile and walked away from the hospital.
After Bisma was discharged from the hospital, a woman ran in a hurry. There was panic on the woman's face. Sometimes she even wiped her tears.
" Have you called me, did you help my mother."
" Aah my name is Sukhdev. But I am not the one who helped my mother. There was a doctor who brought your mother here. If it wasn't because he might be late for your mother, but he's gone."
" Well, oh my name is Rieta. Rieta Trihapsari's. Thank you, Mr. Sukhdev, for helping my mother. Then what was the name of the doctor who brought my mother here?"
" His name is Doctor Bisma."
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Rieta is certainly shocked when Sukhdev says that Doctor Bisma brought her mother to the hospital. He even fell down on the chair.
No-no way she's here. No, it's definitely open the Bhishma over there. Maybe it's just a coincidence.yes, it happens that the doctor who helped the mother has the same name as the person who was slandered by Mr. Braja.
Rieta monologues in her heart. His chest rumbled, a shadow of fear creeping through his body.
“ Miss! Miss Rieta. You're okay aren't you! Miss!”
“ Aah, sorry sir. Sorry, sa-I was just shocked to hear the news about my mother.”
Sukhdev breathed a sigh of relief. Sukhdev thought Rieta was sick because her face looked so pale.
Sukhdev, who was about to resign, stopped when he saw Rieta so sad. Doctors said that her mother had to have surgery soon.
Actually lung cancer whose mother Rieta has spread to other parts of the body. The cancer is in stage four. Of course from the verdict of the doctor Rieta's mother's life will not be long.
“ Yes God, mother.”
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