Rangga's Beloved Wife
In the ICU

Moments later Mila sees Rangga running carrying Bagas. Looks panicked face of the man, not far from Rangga there is a highway and Donald joined.

"Where's Laras? why are they the only ones holding Bagas?" inner Mila.

"Aunty?" greet Mila.

"Mila!" She hugged Mila.

"What's up, Auntie? Bagas why?"

"Bagas high fever, Mila. Please save my grandson!"

"Yes, Auntie, Bagas will be handled by a doctor according to his experts. At the moment Mila can't help Auntie."

"Why, son?"

"I was suspended because of a problem at the hospital. Competition between doctors. I'm the one with the sap." - Mila.

"Oh my God, son. You are patient. If you were my daughter-in-law you would not bother working, Rangga would be happy for you" said Raya.

"Mama..," Donald's voice startled them to talk further.

"Cock's just three? Which barrel?" ask Mila.

Raya slightly breathed her. He began to think that this was a chance to make Laras name back ugly.

"That's, kid. Last night Laras left the house. For quarreling with Auntie and Rangga defending Auntie." Raya put up a face of sanding.

"You can do that, Auntie."

"Already, ma. Do not discuss it again, we wait for confirmation from Rangga. Some mama's wrong, the barrel's still afraid of you. Don't be forced to stay with us."

Still with a sad face Raya looked at her husband.

"Mama's not forcing, pa. But he's been talking about it for the last five years. Mama knew she used to give wounds, but she apologized. But why did he keep bringing it up." cried Raya while pacified Mila.

"Papa see, he's making my granddaughter have a fever. It's because he only thinks about himself." added Raya.

"Patient aunt, let's think about Bagas first. The problem of Laras let it be a business later." persuaded Mila.

While Rangga is still sitting in front of the ICU room. His gaze turned to the ICU door. Inside there was a small angel who was fighting death. It felt like half a breath he lost when he saw his junior's body helpless.

"I'm sorry, son. Dad is not a good parent to you. I was selfish for not preventing your mother from leaving."

"Mas," Rangga heard the sweet sound she heard.

A face that had been covered with tears stood before him. The owner of the face was saddened by their child's condition.

"You can still show up after what you did to my son, Ras. You see, race, if it didn't involve Bagas, it wouldn't be like this" Rangga said flatly.

THE PLAAAAK!

"You can still come after what you did to my granddaughter. Where's your conscience, Laras. You can be angry with me or my son. But don't be Bagas the victim." Raya releases her emotions on Laras.

A loud slap floated onto the pretty face of her daughter-in-law. The woman standing in front of the ICU. Fortunately, only they saw the incident. If possible in a large audience, Laras will definitely have the same fate as Mila.

"Mom understand that you can't accept me. Mama knows you hate me. But you've made my granddaughter endure all this. Selfish you, Race!"

"Ma" Rangga interrupted his mother's words.

"I'm sorry, mom's a parent too, mom's a mom too. So it feels like mama saw Bagas as if it reminds you of your childhood." said Raya.

The flashback

Drizzle instantly spilled his water from the sky. Not only that, lightning and lightning flashed alternately. Baras woke up that morning, his hand palpating to his right side. Feeling something is missing.

"Satiii!" his screeches.

No response from the owner. Once again Laras called his friend.

"Sacred!"

"Yes, Race. I'm not budge, I'm in WC again." replied Sasti from the inside.

"Bagas is gone, Ti!" pekik Raya's.

"Where are you, son!"

Sasti heard a panicked voice from outside just patting his eel. He just remembered, last night he was the one who asked Rangga to pick up Bagas. Not to interfere, but throughout sleep Bagas kept calling his father. It was what motivated him to contact Rangga.

"Ras," Sasti instantly appeared in front of the bathroom door.

"Ti, Bagas is gone! Bagas lost!" The barrel shook Sasti's body.

"Bagas is not lost, Race." Sasti tried to calm down his friend.

"But Bagas does not exist. There's no way he's going home by himself."

"Bag,"

"Bagas with his father now. You don't have to be afraid."

"Why can Bagas sama mas Rangga?"

Lama Sasti fell silent. He felt bad explaining to Laras that Bagas was with his father. He was also afraid of the reaction of Laras if he knew that he was the one who made Rangga come to pick up the bagas. "Bagas with Rangga's brother, your husband." Sasti repeated his explanation.

"Yes, but why did Rangga know I was here? did you contact him? ANSWER SASTI!"

"Sorry, Ras. Yes, I called your husband to pick you up and Bagas. I couldn't bear it when Bagas deliriously called his father. That's why I took the initiative to call Rangga.I'm sorry, Ras."

"Please, Ti. Why are you acting on your own without talking to me. This is my household business. You don't interfere."

Laras took his bag. He was disappointed in Sasti for acting without talking to her. He was disappointed in Sasti for handing over Bagas to Rangga. If only Sasti had said goodbye maybe he wouldn't have been this angry.

"Ras," Sasti chased after Laras who was about to leave his boarding house.

"Ras," Sasti kept chasing after his friend.

"What, Ti? I'm coming to pick up Bagas. I don't want Bagas to be anything like Mama Raya."

"Yes, not gini too, Ras. if everything is done with a hot heart that there are you who are sick. I'm sure your husband won't be as weird as Bagas."

Sasti tries to contact Rangga just to prove it to Laras. He wants Laras to hear for himself that Bagas is okay.

"Assalamualaikum, brother Rangga."

"Ti, please tell Laras that Bagas got into the hospital" explained Rangga.

Flashback off

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Actually this part reminds me of a small time where my parents were in divorce proceedings. We took turns with mom and dad a few times.

Not good anyway, so the ingredients especially my sister had not even one year at that time. That's why I put this story in this part. Even so, my brother's seizure had fallen ill.