MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 47: SISTER MARISA

Madam Goddess was completely incredulous at what she was looking at in front of her at this moment. A few seconds ago her husband was still lying helpless due to injuries to his head and body. However, his father Revan is currently standing next to the cot where he sleeps.

“Mas?” cetus Bu Nisa with her mouth open and eyes wide so shocked. However, there is a grin etched on the lips of the rock music lover.

“Why be surprised, Dik?” Mr. Ade asked back.

“Cock already can stand?” ms. Nisa's answer still leaves another question.

“Well, as you can see now. You can stand up, right? Although you still have to use knee safety,” replied Mr. Ade proudly.

“Wah, Mas is a great and tough guy. But, how am I worried, huh?” said Ms. Nisa.

“Not to worry too much, Dik. This is because it was ordered by Dr. Marni. He was told to do a little exercise. Jangantidur continued to say. This knee safety was also given by Marni's doctor just right you to the canteen,” replied Mr. Ade again.

“Good then, but don't stand for long. Ntar Mas dizzy again or even a sprain,” replied Bu Nisa.

“Nno, Dik. You know to what extent your own power is. But I'm dizzy, huh? Ouch, Dik!” said Mr. Ade while holding his head and body as if he wanted to collapse.

“Mas ... Watch out!” shouted Bu Nisa while running towards Mr. Ade and preparing to catch the body of Mr. Ade who was quite angry.

“He he he .. Mas kidding, Dik!”  replied Mr. Ade while re-establishing his body and laughing gleefully because his prank managed to outwit his wife.

“Basic, This Mas! Make people hangers only!” sahut Bu Nisa while pinching her husband's cheek because of anxiety.

“Aduh, Brother. Pain!” shouted Mr. Ade.

“After all you have to know me?” answer Miss Nisa.

“Yes, but your pinch just hurt. Much more pain than the process of sewing the wound on the forehead mas,” protest Pak Ade.

“Duh, sorry yes, Mas?” sahut Bu Nisa later.

“Basic cubitman!” nagging Mr. Ade while sitting and laying himself back on the bed.

“Sorry. Here I pijitin his legs, Mas!” said Ms. Nisa while stomping her husband's feet.

“Aw! That's a wound you inched, honey!” shouted Mr. Ade back.

“Heheheh .. Sorry again, Mas!” sahut Bu Ade is shy.

“Already, you immediately eat rice wrap it. Ntar stale hunt!” said Mr. Ade.

“Iya, Mas!” ms. Nisa replied as she walked towards the shelf under the television.

Ms. Nisa took the packaged rice from the top of the shelf and brought it to the side of Mr. Ade. Next to Mr. Ade is a dining table.

“Mas want to eat too?” ask Miss Nisa.

“No, Dik. It's still full. You are the one who ate!” answer Mr. Ade.

“Good, Mas.I wash my hands first,” replied Bu Nisa while walking towards the sink. The sink is located in front of the bathroom and behind the entrance.

Ms. Nisa looked at her face in the mirror as it really looked shabby. He hasn't had a bath since this morning and his body feels sultry.

After washing her hands, Ms. Nisa also intended to walk again to Pak Ade's couch, but she was surprised by the figure of a face standing right behind the door. The man's face was seen on the translucent glass while his body was blocked by the door leaf.

“Who?” ma'am Nisa asked the woman reflexively.

“Excuse me, Mom. I'm the nurse assigned to give injections of sleeping pills on Mr. Ade's infusion. Can I come in, Mom?” the nurse answered while opening the door.

“Si-please. Maud. I was surprised to appear suddenly at the door,” replied Bu Nisa surprised.

“I'm sorry, Mom. I was just about to knock on the door, but I greeted you first. So, I gave up the intention to knock on the door,” replied the nurse while throwing a smile.

“It's okay, Sus. The important thing is not just ghosts,” replied Ms. Nisa.

The nurse just smiled.

“Who, Dik?” ask Mr. Ade from the room.

“Suster, Yes. Want to give sleeping pills in infusion Mas,” replied Bu Nisa.

“Please enter, Ma'am. Sorry, my wife is a bit timid, Mbak,” replied Mr. Ade.

“Yes, it's okay, sir.

Either the ritual or what. Every officer who entered the room Mr. Ade always measured the tension and heartbeat of the man.

“Already, Mbak. Take the medicine is also already,” replied Mr. Ade.

“What are you hungry for now? For the night Father was not sent ransuman because the doctor said Marni Bapak not too full first if the night because Father had a history of stomach pain. Is that true?” ask sister

“True once, Sus. I am full anyway, kok!” answer Mr. Ade.

“But, if you want to eat a snack, we have stock. I'll get it later,” replied the nurse.

“Not necessary, Sus. I am full,” replied Mr. Ade.

“Then now I will inject sleeping pills into the infusion hose. Probably in half an hour you are asleep. Please look up to the Father well, yes. Do not let the father interrupted his rest If for example Mother permission to go home, it is okay. We will always standby guarding the father,” replied the nurse.

“No, Sus I sleep here only. Pity my husband if left alone,” replied Miss Nisa.

“OK. But, I have to promise to keep my father calm. If you get enough rest, maybe the day after tomorrow you can go home,” replied the nurse.

“Truely so, Sus?” ask Mr. Ade.

“Iya, Sir. So you have to rest a lot, yes. The medicine is drunk and follow all the advice of doctors and nurses in charge of caring for Mr.” replied the nurse.

“Siap, Sus. Thank you so much” replied Ms. Nisa.

The nurse also injected the liquid medicine tidu into the infusion that was attached to the arm of Mr. Ade. Bu Nisa and Pa Ade watched as the nurse injected the liquid into the end of an infusion tube that was hung on the infusion buffer. They were amazed by the nuns.

“Already. Now I say goodbye, Mr. .. Bu ..” uajr nuns while moving away from the room Mr. Ade.

“Wait a minute, Sus. What sister would if I give rice wrap. I bought it in the cafeteria. The plan wants to be given to Marni's doctor, but forgetfulness,” said Bu Nisa.

“What mom?” ask sister.

“I bought two, Sus. One for me already exists, one for sisters,” replied Ms. Nisa.

“OK. Tonight I have not had dinner either. I usually buy them in the cafeteria. That's good for stomach penggajal. This night I picketed,” replied the nurse.

“Wah, coincidence then. This is Sus nanya,” said Bu NIsa while thrusting rice wrap wrapped in black crackle.

“Still a lot, Mom,” replied the nurse.

“Sama-Sama. Oh yeah, whose Sister's name?” ask Miss Nisa.

“Marisa, Mom. Coincidentally my name tag is broken yet to be replaced,” replied Sister Marisa.

“Good, Sister Marisa. Thank you very much for the help,” said Bu Nisa.

“I say goodbye first, Mr. .. Bu .. good night,” Sister Marisa said.

“Goodnight, Sister Marisa,” replied Miss Nisa.

Sister Marisa also left Mr. Ade's room. He left by closing the door to the room again. Finally, Mr. Ade and Ms. Nisa returned to the VIP room.

“Dik, I think Mas is getting sleepy. You keep it over here, huh? Don't go far!” said Mr. Ade.

“Iya, Mas. Don't be afraid. There I am here who take care of you,” replied Miss Nisa.

“Tai, you eat first but. Ntar rice is stale,” replied Mr. Ade.

“OK, Mas!” sahut Bu Nisa while walking towards the table next to her husband.

He opened the rice wrap and he ate it greedily. Mr. Ade noticed the way his wife ate. There was a feeling of pity and affection felt by the man towards his wife. It turns out true said people, if being sick is not an affair not an accompanying LC, but a beloved wife.

Mr. Ade felt very sleepy at that time and he began to fall asleep. While Bu Nisa had finished devouring the rice wrap in front of her. Miss Nisa turned to her husband, and she was already asleep. The woman was relieved to see her husband rest, but with the condition of the room was quiet, the woman again felt frightened. Afraid that Laras will come to the place. No one could help him at that time. Her husband is in a deep sleep.

Miss Nisa's looking around. Lonely and not heard any sound other than the sound of AC blowing in the room. Ms. Nisa felt bad to be in that position. But the woman had no choice. All for the sake of the healing of my beloved husband.

As Bu Nisa was busy fighting with her fear, suddenly the woman was startled by her own Mobile voice. There was an incoming call from someone he knew well.Revan's mother also raised the call.

“Halo!!” greet Bu Nisa.

“Whataaaa??” pekik Bu Nisa was so surprised by the answer from the other end of the phone.

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