
Dicky parked his car in front of his mother's mansion.
This morning according to his agreement with Fitri, Dicky went to see Mother ya at his residence.
Semetara Fitri, Dina and Dara were escorted by Mang Salim to school.
Two security people bowed their respects to him.
"Good morning Young Master, please come in! The big madam is waiting!" that security greeting.
"Thank you!" dicky said as he walked into the house.
Dicky's heart trembled when he came back to this house, the house he once occupied for a while, the house that had incised wounds in the heart of Fitri his wife, as well as himself, he said, a house once riddled with scandal and a million mysteries.
Dicky stopped his steps when Mbok Jum came walking over to him.
"Thank God the young master has finally come too, come on Sir, let's go to Madam's room!" mbok Jum said happy.
Dicky nodded his head and walked following Mbok Jum towards Bu Anjani's room.
In the spacious room, Ms. Anjani is seen lying on her large bed, two nurses are on guard and ready to accompany her.
"Mrs, look who's coming!' mbok Jum Exclamation.
The pale-looking Bu Anjani began to blink his eyes. She smiled when she saw her baby standing in front of her.
"Dicky my son, come here son, come closer to Mom!" said Ms. Anjani with teary eyes.
Slowly Dicky stepped closer to his mother, then he sat down by her side.
Bu Anjani tried to reach Dicky's face with both hands, but his left hand fell because it was not strong due to mild stroke symptoms.
Dicky caught his mother's hand and put it on her cheek.
"Mom misses you, son!" lirih Bu Anjani, her tears have now spilled out. Dicky wiped it with his hand.
"I've come Mom, I'm in front of you now!" said Dicky.
"Dicky .. forgive Mom Son, I'm wrong, I'm sorry!" bu Anjani's crying is no longer held back.
"Mom, before Mom apologizes to me, I've forgiven Mom, don't cry Mom, I can't stand it!" said Dicky who kept wiping his mother's tears.
"Dicky, stay here with Mom Son, I need you so much! You're my only child!" please Mrs Anjani.
"I'm sorry Mom, I can't leave my son and wife to live with Mom!" said Dicky.
"Bring them here, son, we're staying just like that!" continued Bu Anjani.
"Now in front of my house, there is a clinic, although small, but I built it out of my own sweat, now I can't just leave it, I can't leave it, from that clinic I can support my wife and daughter!" obviously Dicky.
Bu Anjani's face looked gloomy, implied sadness and disappointment in that face, his hope to return to live with Dicky faded.
"Actually ... I didn't really disinherit that son, however, the hospital was your father's mandate, the mother herself had no right to have it, it was an emotional mother, actually, I'm not really up to take it all out Dicky! Sorry Mom!" back Bu Anjani crying.
Dicky held his mother's hand warm.
"Mother, there is or is no hospital I can still live, let me stand on my own feet, Mother don't think about it, I don't matter!" said Dicky.
"Mom believes Son, you're so big-spirited, what I did to you, but you never said anything rude, let alone blamed Mom, I just realized that this Mom's son is so great, it's worth a lot of patients looking for you, even wherever you go they keep following you!" said Bu Anjani.
Dicky glanced at the wall clock on the wall of the room, the time was 8 am.
"Mommy, I'm sorry, I think I have to say goodbye, soon the clinic will be open, I hope you get well soon, I always pray for you!" dicky said, kissing his mother's hand.
"Where are you going, son, I still miss you!" said Bu Anjani.
"Dicky!! Don't leave Mom son!" call Bu Anjani when Dicky has stood up and turned his body.
For a moment Dicky stopped his steps, but he again stepped out of the room without looking back.
"Dicky!!"
His mother still heard him call.
Dicky's heart sings like an indignation, in fact he does not have the heart to leave his mother, but there is a noble task that awaits before his eyes.
Dicky kept walking down the stairs, when he got below he gasped at Keyla who was standing in front of him.
Inevitably Dicky had to stop his steps.
"Doctor Dicky, you're here apparently, why do you seem to be in such a hurry?" ask Keyla.
"Sorry, I have to go back!" sahut Dicky's.
"Dicky, don't you want to have a little chat with me? I came here to see your mother!" said Keyla who slowly approached Dicky and was about to touch his hand, but Dicky pulled him aside.
"Sorry, I have to go home!" Dicky then walked quickly away from Keyla, Keyla's face looking annoyed.
"Based on the arrogant Doctor!!" sumpang Keyla's.
Dicky kept walking until he got back into his car.
Without waiting for a long time he immediately started his engine and drove away from the mansion.
Dicky kept driving his car to his house.
When he arrived at his home, in front of his clinic there were patients who had been waiting so much.
Dicky glanced at his watch, not yet at 9, but the patient was waiting in line.
The Vienna sisters were troubled to record and check the patient's temperature and tension.
After parking his car, Dicky went straight into his room.
"Can you start now, Doctor?" vienna asked as she raised her head from the door of the practice room.
"Here you can call one by one get in here!" sahut Dicky's.
"Ready Doctor!"
"Children patient Kianandra, please come into the room!" there was the sound of the Viennese Sister shouting the name of the patient.
A couple holding a baby entered Dicky's room.
"Please sit down, any complaints what her beautiful child?" greet Dicky friendly.
"For the Doctor, this is Doc, my son has a fever that has not come down from last night, continues to be fussy and hard to eat, how is it?" I complained that Papa was the boy.
Dicky stupefiedly stared at the one little family before him.
"Hmm, it seems like I've known you guys, but where are you?" dicky Mumbles.
"Well, Doctor, when this kid was a kid, I consulted a doctor, I was Nando, my father was Kia, we went to the hospital, but Doctor Dicky wasn't there, yes I have been wondering it turns out that the Doctor opened the practice at home, yes we are going to the house of Doctor Deh!" obviously Nando.
Dicky was just a mangosteen as he began to examine the boy.
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