Melani And Her Boy's
Dad's Car

The wind waved waving at Melani's soft face. That afternoon the sun pierced the surface of his skin. Some of Melani's forehead was sweating too. The road he was walking on was noisy. Although Melani lives in the suburbs. The streets are often filled by motorized vehicles.

Melani also turned her body while looking at a crossbeam alley. The atmosphere of the side of the road was replaced by dense residential residents. The neighborhood was a little shabby and unkempt. Even Melani's two eyeballs often encounter litter scattered all over the place.

Even if it's just a pretty narrow alley. The area is enough for 2 motorcycles to pass.

Both of his legs were stopped, and entered a small house with a fence painted black. Soon, he took off both of his sneakers which were quite worn out. And keep it on the front door side of the house.

His forehead was furrowed, when Melani realized the presence of a wagon was scattered in the yard. Melani knew the cart belonged to her father, who worked as a porridge worker around the complex. Melani returned to astonishment after realizing the door lock of the house that should be above the sidelines between the windows of her father stored. Not found in his place.

Melani also glanced in all directions, hoping to find her father coming over. Fortunately, he saw a neighbor passing through the house. Nimble, he shouted. I asked the whereabouts of the father.

"So I saw you taking it to Jati Rahma's puskesmas. Same father and mr RT, neng." A mother explained. Melani smiled and thanked her neighbors when she left.

Heard information about his father's whereabouts from neighbors. Melani immediately put her shoes back on. And stepped away from the yard of the house to the puskesmas Jati Rahma.

To be honest Melani was quite worried after hearing the information. However, he tried to calm himself trying not to think where.

Melani returns through the alley she had previously been through. He tried to keep moving quickly out of the alley. And approaching the ojek base which is precisely in the front corner of the alley.

"The object sir." Pinta Melani approaches the base of the ojek. One of the middle-aged men approached Melani, and began to turn on a supra-butut motorcycle. "Where are you going neng?" ask the man. Melani approached immediately on the supra. "Puskesmas Jati Rahma sir." said Melani.

The man immediately ran the supra butututnya split the road. Melani's heart is beating fast. His mind was filled with worry for his father. His lips also quivered withstanding the tightness in his chest.

The supra also arrived at the puskesmas yard. He immediately went down the motorcycle, and paid for the motorcycle. Running into the puskesmas hall, he immediately asked the receptionist about his father's whereabouts.

"The patient, Yusuf Dendra Kurniawan, was in the ER" replied the receptionist smiling kindly as he looked towards Melani. Immediately, Melani thanked him and ran towards the intended ER.

His breath was interrupted while trying to pass through the many hordes of people who were sitting in the waiting room.

His feet stepped in, seeing a middle-aged man's body drooping down on the gurney. The situation also looks alarming, both his eyeballs are heating up. His teeth were grinding, Melani's respiratory organs were now filled with snot that competed to get out.

Melani could only stare at the beak man's face in the shade. And rubbed the back of his hand. If only his mother had not abandoned him and his father. The family Melani has will probably feel complete. And surely Melani will feel how the love of a mother in her life.

Melani pondered a little, she thought about the cost of the puskesmas that must be paid after her father regained consciousness. The daydream was broken, when a nurse came to him with a warm smile.

The nurse placed a cup of tea on a tray on a nightstand right next to Melani. "The sweet tea is in the drink yes brother, for the medicine can be taken immediately at the Pharmacy." The nurse said, handing over a paper fee that had been paid.

Dahi Melani frowned, "Sorry tea, is this handling the cost already paid?" Melani asked as she continued to look at the piece of paper.

The nurse smiled, "So, said the receptionist who was in front of you was already a man who paid." The nurse's timpal, turned back towards Melani.

"Good brother thanks." said Melani while smiling again. The nurse came out of the ER room, after a friendly nod.

Both of Melani's eyes looked at all corners of the room. The ER room features 8 gurneys. With a bulkhead on each side of the gurney. To maintain the privacy of each patient. Not to forget with a nightstand in each vault.

Melani is now sitting waiting, next to her father. It's so boring waiting for someone who's unconscious. It had been about 30 minutes he sat beside the gurney, while paying attention to the condition of his father. Hoping his father would quickly come to his senses, and go home to rest with him.

Melani clasped her father's finger. Paying attention to the small details of some corners of the face from his father. Melani realized that wrinkles had now appeared at the corners of her eyes and forehead. It also appears with a few short strands of beard on his father's face.

Now his father's hair is already there that looks white. Melani smiled gently as she recalled the memories of her happy memories with her father. From the drive to kindergarten school. And in the cuisine a provision for school.

Now, Melani can do this independently. Without bothering his father.

Melani's fingers moved, after the father began to regain consciousness. With sparkling eyes, Melani looked at her father's eyes that had opened again.

"Crani,"

"Have you eaten, son?" Ask dad, with his raucous voice.

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