
"May dong dear" answered me and I elus his head that is on my lap, what in the mind of this small child until he chose himself like this, I asked in my heart.
"Sister." called him and his eyes were already glazed over.
"Why baby?" ask me gently.
"Am I a child that my parents don't want" he said, and it choked me.
"Why can you talk like that hem" I asked curiously.
"From a friend in high school" she replied and cried while hugging my stomach. It hurts to see this child who used to smile and now cries sobbing.
"You don't have to be horrified by them, because you always want the smile of a child like this" I said to calm the little girl.
"Okay, I won't listen to them" he replied.
"It's good now it's time for you to go to bed so let's go in" I told the sweet boy.
"Come brother" he asked as he pulled my hand into the house and searched the room where he slept. I put myself next to the sweet boy I used his head so that he would sleep well.
How hard you are to live your days in school and always despised by other children. Say me in my heart.
I closed my eyes while hugging the child and we finally fell asleep very soundly. Until the dawn of dawn we woke up all but not with a child in my arms.
"Honey wake up and pray at dawn first" invite me while patting his cheek and feel warm and even hot body. I immediately panicked calling the orphanage mother and the others.
"Mother.... Mother.." call me.
"Well, what's going on?" ask the home mom.
"Desya fever ma'am" I replied filled with worry.
"Astagfirullah let's take it to the hospital" invited the mother of the home was no less panicked.
"Let me mom, better take care of the other kids" I said.
"Alright if so you go carefully, son" said the mother of the home.
"Yes mom. We go first assalamualaikum" my saying.
"Greetings" replied the mother and I went to the hospital using the taxi I had ordered.
Arriving at the hospital, I got out of the car and ran to the hospital lobby holding Desya in my arms.
"Doctor.... Sister please adek me" I shouted. Then the doctor and the nurse came and I put desya there and we went to the ER room after 20 minutes of check and the doctor came out of the room.
"Your grandfather is fine, miss" the doctor replied with a smile.
"Just need to rest and do not mind that much that you need to pay attention to. We will move the inpatient room" continued the doctor.
"Good thanks doc" I said sincerely.
"Same-sama my lady excuse me first" he said.
"Please doc" I said.
I immediately called the mother of the orphanage so as not to worry about the state of desya. I entered the room and saw him smiling and stretching his hands to be carried by me. I approached him and I hugged him tightly it was very painful to see the sweet boy moaning in pain.
"Decree is anyone sick?" ask desya.
"Not just cold" replied the little boy.
"Eat ya let's get well soon" persuaded me that he'd eat.
"Don't want my brother to taste bitter" he replied whining.
"Yes, but I have to eat first" I said.
"You wait here brother wants to ask the doctor if I can go home or not" I continued while leaving my room down the hospital hallway and suddenly many doctors and nurses ran around carrying the rank and look of the man......
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