My husband is my teacher
The Hospital 2

BRAAAK...

The patient's room door was wide open looking at the panicked-faced old woman.

He swept the entire room looking one by one the occupants of the room.

"Who's Deck?" ask Afriadi.

"Don't know Bang" Latika replied.

"You're Lan, how is it different?" hasan muttered as the old woman saw the two of them staring intently at Qilan.

"Not San."

Samsul slowly pulled the blanket over his face, but unfortunately the woman hunted to see his face. One of the sisters wanted to expel him, but was not ignored to keep walking towards Samsul's mattress.

Samsul felt that the old woman was already standing beside his bed. The woman's hand moved like it was looking for something and...

"YYYYY... Forgive Mak!" samsul screams when his ears hit the jewel of the old woman he calls Mak.

"It turns out the Maknya," their inner murmurs were all startled by the old woman's actions.

"Hormally, how many times Mak told DO NOT BET DO NOT BET, BUT STILL BET, GINI WILL BE!"

PLAQUE...

Samsul's ass got a plop alias hit by his mother.

"Although Mak, Samsul does not bet." Samsul tried to explain but hard Mak Samsul if it was angry to accept the explanation.

"YOU MUST BE THE ONE WHO ASKED MY SON TO BET, RIGHT?!" Mak Samsul pointed at Qilan with his flip-flops.

"Bu-bu-not Mak, I-I'm a-good boy," replied Qilan stammering with his head accompanying his head.

Hasan looked at Qilan amusedly hearing he was ngaku a good boy.

"YOU HUH?!" Mak Samsul persuaded Hasan with his flip-flops, he did not heed his son calling him. Hasan shook his head quickly timidly kissed the flip flops.

"Squiet the buk." Afriadi open his mouth.

Mak Samsul came to him, persuading Afriadi with flip flops, "YOU YES WHO INVITED MY SON TO BET?"

"Buk buk quiet this buk hospital," The doctor who was there trying to calm Mak Samsul even he who got attacked.

"It's my business with my son, don't interfere!" threaten Mak Samsul with his flip-flops pointing at the Doctor.

"Okay," replied the doctor, it is better to succumb to mother's mother than later hit by a flip-flop slap.

"But talk well with his son, pity he is sick again." continued the male doctor.

"That's my business," Mak Samsul replied full of emotion.

Samsul pulled out the infusion tube, climbed down from his bed with painful legs he forcefully walked pulling his Mak hand out.

"Mak enough Mak. Mak realized that Mak did not speak rudely with whom? That's Samsul Mak and Mak boss don't accuse Samsul of betting, Samsul doesn't like Mak Samsul no bets, instead Samsul helps save his wife boss..." Samsul explained to his Mak after the two of them sat neatly in the long chair on the edge of the Hospital wall

Mak Samsul was slightly startled then his expression changed like anger.

PLAQUE...

Samsul's innocent thighs were smashed just as Maknya, Samsul rubbed his thighs.

"Why else Mama?" ask Samsul.

"Why don't you tell Mak that you're sick, treated here? Mak thought you were back like before, two days lost promise to meet Mak weekend, long Mak wait to find out. Usually go back aja pang," said Mak Samsul with Banjar language dialect.

"Sorry Mak Samsul did not meet Mak yesterday" said Samsul grabbed his Mak's hand, kissing him with the intention of breaking his Mak's heart so as not to scold him again.

"Lagian Samsul does not want to make Mak worry about Samsul, after all Samsul is now healthy."

Samsul stood showing off his muscles there. Mak Samsul just smiled standing patted Samsul's shoulder strongly.

"I'm strong, Mak's son."

Samsul endured the pain, put his mother's hand away, they sat back down.

"Do you know who Samsul is here from?"

"Oh, you know there's an acquaintance at this Hospital."

"Finally if you know there are acquaintances at this Hospital, why do not you know that Samsul was injured not because of a bet?"

"Hehehe... Mak didn't ask, just hang up and get so shocked."

While Samsul spoke to his mother. On the other hand, Jeni's family is mourning the death of Cacan.

A large family gathered. They did not expect the departure of Cacan, let alone Jeni Cacan's wife who did not expect at all the new feelings yesterday they improved from a small quarrel, which was a small fight, but they are proud of Cacan because he wants to protect and save someone else at the cost of his life.

Cacan is Hero.

Jeni is now a widow and Bilqis is orphaned.

Hours passed.

The sun has fallen from its place.

Mak Samsul grinned himself looked at Afriadi bashfully because of his actions earlier, fortunately he quickly apologized.

He did not think that his son worked with Afriadi.

Since this is already in time then noon, well they are on a meal. Samsul is fed equally Makin, Afriadi is fed the same Latika, Hasan eats himself anyway his hands are fine not sick too, too, but Qilan couldn't eat his bandaged hands making it difficult to eat plus the pain of being moved.

Hasan and Qilan's family did not come to visit not because they had the heart, but a request from the two of them who did not want to until the family knew their situation. Somewhat strange, just that their request has been granted by the hospital.

"San," called Qilan in a spoiled voice.

Hasan glanced over from the gaze as if asking 'what?'

"San bribe I can't," said the spoiled Qilan.

"There are many reasons you. Eat it yourself."

"PLEASE SAN! YOU DIDN'T SEE ME HERE LAST NIGHT, I ASKED FOR HELP FROM EVERYONE, " Qilan said in an ascending tone of voice that attracted the attention of everyone.

Hasan breathed a rough breath, staring hard at Qilan just the opposite Qilan replied to him with a pleading gaze.

Latika wanted to stand up to help Qilan but Afriadi was detained, not so Latika wanted to help.

"Help your friend," Mak Samsul ordered to look at Hasan, who was stared at with a resigned smile.

Hasan was forced to climb down to move to the mattress Qilan, well if you see Qilan was like a mummy pantesan hard bribing his own food, would still hurt it all over his body.

Hasan stirred up the porridge of Qilan, and he spoons a lot with a devilish smile he directs the spoon to the mouth of Qilan, but Qilan open wide.

"It's San!" muttered Qilan, "My mouth is cute, you plug as much as it fits."

"Your mouth is cute but sharp in court, good at seducing again. Your mouth is cunning ei," said Hasan.

"Ka-" did not have time for Qilan to finish his sentence his mouth was blocked by Hasan with porridge.

"Needs..." Qilan wanted to protest with his mouth full.

"Your noose is like a tie of Sepat," said Hasan, giving a tissue to Qilan, oh no he who cleans the remaining porridge in Qilan's mouth.

Qilan looked at him sharply, "Torturing I bribed you."

"So who asked?"

"Huh. I'm sorry I asked you to help."

"Don't complain much still mending I help you, nih eat again." Hasan shoved the ladle that had been filled on Qilan. However, Qilan shook his head unwillingly.

"Why?"

"My taste is gone, don't eat porridge."

"Spend Beb."

"Wouldn't."

"You know not many people out there can't eat, eat again yeah get injected." Hasan persuaded sadness also see Qilan who had difficulty eating.

"No, will eat fruit, peel it," Qilan ordered.

Hasan's eyebrows up and down resisted the harrumphed hilariously ordered continues, "Pare themselves."

Afriadi smiles a small smile look at the behavior of his friend.

"Your staff, I gini-" Qilan's sentence immediately stopped Hasan. He knew where Qilan was talking, he was afraid Latika was offended and sadder.

Sharp Hasan looked at Qilan, who was stared at knowing his mistake was taking a slow look.

Hasan kept his hand away from Qilan's mouth.

"I didn't tell you to come along that time" Hasan said in a small voice.

"Ha, I left because of my own will you didn't force me to help my friend, anyway" Qilan said in a small voice.

Hasan smiled a little, it turns out that this friend does not regret the decision he took to save Latika. If you remember they both pretty much dropped the enemy but a lot hit also let alone the most Qilan, after all their opponents almost all stocky bodies.

Hasan saluted Qilan back then, he fought very well.

"San." Qilan cut off Hasan's daydream, "You eat fruit."

Hasan stared lazily at Qilan, sighing deeply and then peeling off the fruit that Qilan wanted.