Protective Physician
Back To The Panty

"Oh, then just deliver with Abas, yes." Bu Yana immediately gestured for her son to offer himself. Since the beginning of moving here, Ms. Yana has shown her care for me. He wished I could be his daughter-in-law. He said, in addition to the beautiful appearance, I was diligent work and friendly with people.It is easy to be close to anyone because of the character of a ceriwis. Unfortunately, Bu Yana was disappointed because I had a boyfriend. That hope doesn't seem to exist because I look so loving to Fian, whatever the man wants I always try.

"No, ma'am, I'll take the bus." I said again.

"Udah, just between Abas. It's the Bas." Bu Yana immediately nudged her son.

"I'll stop by first, Mom." I gave an excuse and Abas guaranteed because we had talked together before. Before being forced, I hurriedly ran away.

Along the way, I kept thinking, how foolish it was to be a dairy cow for Fian and his family.

There are many things sacrificed to be able to unite with Fian mas. Maybe at that time I was too rash, just following the ego. Without being able to judge what is good and what is bad. Even I ignored the advice of loving people in writing, which were mothers in the parlors who raised me lovingly.

Akj walks slowly while remembering a childhood that even without parents, but enough affection from the mothers in the orphanage.

Now, the image of an eight-year-old little girl with long black hair, running small to hide after making a commotion appear before me. Even the voice of Mother Nida's call, who had been nurturing me since the baby, was clearly heard in these ears.

"Relisa ... Rissa ... Where are you?" mother Nida kept calling my name, the nanny didn't want to come in before she found me. This must be because Eka, the girl who is one year older than me, complained. I like to touch her to the point of crying. Then I usually run away to hide until the people of the home no longer care about it because it is busy with other affairs.

"Riss!" call someone.

I'm no stranger to that voice. Sure enough, looking back, there was Eka there. Staring in surprise, to the point that the pouch he was carrying was scattered to the ground. "Is that really you, Ris?" Eka approached, with trembling hands, she held my hands and cheeks. "Oh my God, it's you. It is fitting that since this morning my eyes continue to move, it turns out to want to meet you again." Eka hugged me reflexively, while the one hugged was just silent sculpting, not daring to retaliate despite there being so great a longing in the chest. "You're finally home too, we all miss you so much. Ris, where have you been for the past three years? Why suddenly decided to leave without saying goodbye. You know, Mother Nida got sick after you left. She's afraid you're doing something, but it can't help because the head doesn't let her report to the police."

"sorry. Then how's Nida doing now?"

"Ris, mother Nida ...." Eka stared with sadness.

"Why? Mother Nida's okay, right? Is he mad at me?"

"No Ris, I love you very much. You know that, right? It's just that God loves him more."

"meaning?"

"Mother is gone, Ris."

"What?" my body immediately went limp, it felt really sick. Suddenly I collapsed.

Eka screamed hysterically, asking anyone for help. Fortunately the distance to the parlour was close enough so the people of the parlour could help Eka carry me inside.

Everyone was really worried because I was unconscious for a long time. Even the head mother repeatedly questioned why I could do this to Eka.

Everyone look at each other. No one can answer because for three years I will disappear from the orphanage without any news. Nida's head mother and mother were most disappointed with my decision at the time. That's why the head mother won't look for me.

"How is this, chief mother?" it was Eka's turn to ask.

"We'll wait a minute, if there's no progress, we'll take Rissa to the hospital."

Thirty minutes have passed. I've been sober. Of course with a face that is still pale because it is sad to think about Mother Nida. Honestly, I feel very guilty. Because it has made the mother who took care of me since the baby died. If I could turn the clock around, I wouldn't follow the ego, I wouldn't win Fian. I'll use common sense. Unfortunately everything has happened, Mother Nida is gone and maybe this is the reward for me, I was left with a sick condition.

"Rissa, come with mom. We're talking in the office" said the head mother in a cold voice.

Although I have not recovered properly, I just according to him come to the head's room. There, we both talked.

"What's wrong with you? Are you all right?" Ask the head. He began by questioning my condition, not directly judging me for the mistakes of three years ago.

I didn't answer. Only after the second question can you open your mouth. "Mother ..I'm sorry!" my door. "I was really stupid, not knowing that my actions would make Nida's mother die."

"That's it, then let it pass. Now, tell mom, are you okay?"

I shook my head. Then tell me what happened to him. "Maybe it's a punishment from God because I've made Nida's mother die."

"Ris, what has passed, let it pass. Now I want to ask again, have you done the maximum treatment?"

"The next week I'm going to have chemotherapy, ma'am. That's why I came here. Apologize and ask prayer for all to be well."

"Then the guy. Where'd it. Why didn't you drive?"

Again I could not say, only to go back down, so the head mother asked again. "Our relationship is over, ma'am, he's decided on me because of my illness."

"So you're not married yet?"

"Not yet the head."

"Wouldn't you say you were going to marry her. That's why I'm not looking for you anymore because I don't want to ruin your happiness. I am afraid if it turns out that the actions of the mother actually make you unhappy. If in the end you're going to marry mom, it doesn't matter, but it turns out she didn't keep her promise!"

"Mom, I'm sorry."

"This is an important lesson for you Rissa. Falling in love is okay, as long as you are not selfish with love. Forcing the will despite not getting permission from the raising family. After all, that blessing is very important. Rissa, if she has left you, you better stay here now. You are sick, someone has to take care of you. Moreover, your pain is not ordinary pain. Mother ...." I'm not done yet head talk, I immediately squandered in the head's arms. I wanted to feel that calmness, to be in a mother's arms even though the head mother was not my real mother, but we the children of the parlour had always considered her like a real mother herself.