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Sell all assets

"Why, sir?" Deva asked softly, her eyes still blank as before.

"Your father had to have surgery to remove one of his kidneys, Dev. The infection experienced is quite severe, even has to expel pus. Before it spreads more and interferes with the function of other organs of the body, this operation should be done immediately. We'll see the doctor, there's a file to sign." Ali took Deva to a room not far from where Amar was being treated.

After arriving there, a doctor explained and showed the results of ultrasound and CT Scan photos of Amar's kidney. Deva's mouth closed tightly. Don't know what else to say. With the body already limp, Deva read the file proffered to him. All explanations of the procedure to be undertaken, until the possibilities that can occur, are clearly stated there. And most importantly, in the last part was the operating expenses he had to incur.

"Not everything can be financed by Government Insurance, Dev. I'm sorry, you can't help with the cost. Deva knows what your condition is?" Ali's face was so grim when he said that.

"It's okay, sir." Deva threw a slight forced smile.

What Ali said was natural and perfectly acceptable. Deva can understand completely without having to be explained by Ali. As a very honest warden, Ali's life was far different from the news that circulated outside. Where, many rumors that reported that the guardians of the detention house is a profession bathed in money. Not so with Ali. In order to meet the tuition costs of his three children, the wife is willing to sell pecel rice every morning.

"Do your best for my dad, Doc. I'm granting papa's safety through Doctor's intervention." Deva signed the file without hesitation.

A moment later, he stepped foot beside Ali towards the hospital cashier. While waiting for the queue, Deva opened his savings mobile banking application. It's been everything he's collected all along. Maybe it's not time for Deva's dream to come true.

"Money can be found, Dev. One day, Allah will surely replace your blessings with His love. This journey of life you cannot jump over. Clap it! Even though your feet are bleeding because of the many sharp pebbles you have to step on. Keep walking! Let your feet be immune to pain and pain. Don't stop-once you stop-then you'll repeat the pain from the beginning."

Deva nodded as she closed her eyes and swallowed her own saliva with great difficulty. Istighfar in the heart. As a reminder and self-reinforcing. Deva is still an ordinary human, pretending to be tough, seems to have been unable. If he was in the room, he might have cried and screamed.

After completing the payment, Deva was given the opportunity to meet Amar for a while. The doctor and the police officer on guard gave him ten minutes.

Deva's footsteps grew increasingly. Approaching Amar's body lying helplessly on top of the gurney, the tears that had been detained had finally shed as well. Amar's eyes were tightly poured. Respiratory aids and some hoses attached to the body, confirmed how the condition of Amar is really serious.

"Pa...Papa must fight. Don't leave Deva alone. Papa heard Deva's voice, didn't Pa?" The woman's voice not only shook, but also faltered due to sobs.

"Deva is never shy, Deva doesn't care what people judge Papa. Deva remains convinced, Papa is unlikely to feed Deva with illicit money. Truth will find its own way. Wait for that moment to come. Don't despair, Pa. We're going through all of these two. Deva only has papa .. only papa."

A clear thread dripped down from the corner of Amar's closed eyes. His fingers moved weakly.Deva immediately grasped the ends of the fingers. A little careful not to touch the back of the hand attached inpus jaram.

"Fight ya, Pa. The same promise Deva. Papa will recover. There's so much Deva wants to tell Papa."

Deva felt Amar's fingers return his grasp weakly. Nonetheless, it was enough to make Deva relieved. At least, Amar still gave a response.

"Pa, if Deva can wait for Papa, Deva will definitely not go anywhere. But we both know, Deva can't be here. Deva prayer will always accompany papa to healing. Quickly recover, Pa. open Papa's eyes. Your princes aren't okay."

An officer went back in there. Time's up. Ten minutes, it felt like just a breath. Deva took off Amar's fingers with a heavy heart.

Deva came out with her head slightly erect. His face was so cold and flat. The burden on his shoulders is now increasing. Savings are drained. Though the treatment may not only stop in the process of surgery. After saying goodbye to Ali, Deva went straight home.

Arriving home, Deva looked around. So many things are not used, and may be sold. Kitchen furniture and some electronic items, closets, as well as chair sets.

"I'll sell it at a cheap price. It's good to add on," he murmured.

Deva took a photo of the items she was going to sell, then uploaded the photo to her social media.

"This won't be enough. I guess my car should be sold. But still less than four times the installments. How much should I sell?" Deva turned her head up on the ceiling of her room, calculating the value she had to offer so as not to lose too much.

The woman was looking for a photo of her vehicle from the front side. After finding it, Deva uploaded it with a caption that is quite clear and made as attractive as possible.

"Tarta can still be sought, Dev," said Deva, as if to keep reminding himself to be sincere.

On the other hand, the God who had saved Deva's mobile number, focused on looking at the status of his assistant with a questionable gaze.

"Freak woman. What not to try. Stoves, plates, refrigerators, chairs, bicycles,..." The gods continued to pay attention to the one-on-one status of whatsapp from Deva.

"Car? Why sell? What because I hit him last time?" The gods try to guess. Inwardly, a little bit of suspicion all must have something to do with Deva's sudden return.

"Is he in trouble?" God wonders to himself.

In a different place, Dave who had just helped one birth by caesarean section, was surprised by a notification from social media that showed a new photo upload from Deva Magnolia.

Quickly, Dave opened the notification. The man accelerated his hand movements as he shifted photo after photo that was plastered real there.

"What's up, Bee? Why are you selling stuff like this?" Dave hurriedly took his car contact.

While so many people are wondering about his unusual upload. Deva is even being made astonished and happy because of one incoming message on his phone.

"This serious? A con, isn't it?" Deva's hand instantly replies to the number that wants to buy all the items she sells, without exception-including cars. Through the bargaining process, the mysterious buyer even immediately asked to be sent an account number as well as the overall value to be paid.

"Bismillah, may not be a deceiver." Without thinking, Deva sent a message containing what the buyer asked for.