MANY WIVES
BIBR61

After going down the stairs, then turn right, and it is true that from there the hospital hallway is so long and quiet, Sri stepped her legs in a hurry, and just right, the sound of the high heels he was wearing broke the silence, as he walked towards the morgue there was no one he had met, probably because it was near midnight everyone must have fallen asleep in his dreams, plus the cold air of the former rain this afternoon makes anyone definitely prefer to lay down his body.

At the end of the hall is right there is a radiology room, Sri continued to take a direction to the left, just approaching the second building after the turn, Samar-Sri heard the sound of crying that was so bitter and heartbreaking. Sri's steps stopped for a moment, she looked for where the voice was coming from, but suddenly the cry came to a halt.

Near Sri stood there is not a single patient room, there are only two buildings with the writing of a logistics warehouse written at the entrance.

Sri again stepped her feet towards the morgue which was right on the left end after the logistics building.

Sri tried to open the door, but unfortunately it was locked. Suddenly there was a cry from the woman he had heard before, still in a heart-wrenching voice, after trying to ascertain where the voice was coming from, finally Sri realized that the voice came from inside the mosque which was right across from the morgue somewhat down.

Because of the feeling of urgency, Sri finally decided to go to the mosque. There she saw a girl wearing a red dress with wavy black hair unraveling, she sat hugging her knees, crying.

Slowly Sri approached the woman, there was no fear in her mind because she was accustomed to the strange things she often met since she had met the late Embara before she returned to her village, abah has been with Ambu since he lived in his house, even though sometimes it was like a dream.

"Sorry, can I help you?"

Slowly the bowed head was lifted, the unraveled hair covered his entire face as it was bowed slowly blushing, as a deathly pale face with puffy eyes looked at Sri, though it looked messy, as it looked, but the beauty of the woman still emanated. He stared at Sri for a while, without answering any questions, lowered his face back to his original position and cried.

"Why alone here? whatever you need, I'm ready to help."

Silent, his cry fell silent again, only sounding a sigh that seemed to be restrained.

"Daughter has no one else, what should the Princess do after mama leaves, huhuhu!"

Sri immediately hugged the girl tightly, she knew that the person she wanted to meet had a child named Putri, and Sri was sure that the Princess was the son of Aunt Sandra.

"This is Sri Ma'am who called you earlier, excuse the new brother who came, where is Aunt Sandra?"

"Mama is being bathed,"

"That looks like someone's coming, let's see out Put, don't be sad anymore, Ma'am is here." Smooth caressing of the head of the Princess.

The two left Mushola for the morgue, where five men wearing hospital uniforms and one lay flat on a bed with their entire body covered in white.

"Sorry sir, is this the body of Almarhumah Sandra?"

"Rubber, are you his family?"

"Yes right we are his family," Sri answered while holding the hands of the Princess who was silent no longer crying.

The five nurses looked at each other, then one of them handed over the blue map.

"This is the file and the death certificate of Ms. Sandra, before you go home please sort out all the administration first.

Sri accepted the file and nodded her head in understanding. Two men carrying Sandra's body entered the grave, the rest showing the way in which Sri had to go to pay for all the administration. Sri still clasped the hands of the Princess who felt cold beyond the dinginya night air.