SATRIO.
CH 46

Three days inside a hospital treatment room in the middle of Yogya, Pandji almost died not because of his injuries but because of the boredom that struck.

How not? His daily activities are spent on the bed only. The doctor told Pandji to lie down enough to relieve swelling of the legs.

The mother, who was expected to help to deny what the doctor said, agreed, making strict rules to Pandji so as not to leave the bed and hang out in front of the room to tease the passing sisters.

Getting bored again because Pandji had to watch my soap opera crying while with Eyang and Atika, watching the drakor while accompanied by Ratna and watching the artist gossip show when waiting for Mika.

"Can we watch a more useful show, Eyang?" ask Pandji yesterday.

"No. No, this is a good story. Husband who is trying to get married again, Yangyut likes it!" replied the old woman enthusiastically who followed a nod agreed Atika.

At the other hour Ratna adores handsome actors from Korea and ignores Pandji who grits his teeth because he feels less handsome.

While Mika follows the drama of the artist's affair with many comments that eventually make Pandji choose to sleep.

His head almost exploded not because of a fight with the Chimera that caused a lot of injuries, but because Mother who used to succumb to television shows did not care about her desire to watch action films.

The remote is overrun by the woman who gave birth to him and he is forced to enjoy a cooking show with Chef Juna.

The reason is simple, all of you teach Gia to be familiar with cooking activities in the kitchen.

If Ayahanda doesn't take care of my return immediately, don't blame me for running away from this VIP room ….

"Can Pandji come home today, Mother?" ask Pandji in a tormented tone.

"We'll see what the doctor says, it looks like Mas Pandji's leg is not swollen. What about your back injury? Let Mother see first!"

Pandji's mother examined the wound that had dried up and healed quickly all over Pandji's body. The woman was not surprised at all, because in addition to her concoction, Pandji had a special body and inherited a little healing blood from her.

"It's all healed, right? Pandji feels very healthy so why stay here for so long? The cost is expensive ...," muttered Pandji as if he alone would spend money on hospital bills.

Pandji's mother smiled gently and rubbed the head of her eldest son. "We wait for Ayahanda to come, after which it can only be decided when Mas Pandji comes home."

"Pandji hasn't been to school for three days, Mother. Pandji kangen same friends!"

"Whose friend? Radit, Elok and some of Mas Pandji's close friends have already arrived yesterday."

Pandji's mother chuckled, "If that matter is called to Mas Pandji's school it is Mother."

"If so .. Pandji wants to talk to the doctor right now, Mother!"

"Mas Pandji …."

Stared at his mother with gentle pressure, Pandji silently did not dare to refute. "Pandji wants to eat apple chips, Mother."

Pandji chews on apple chips while staring at the clock he feels is moving slower than it should. His mouth that wanted to protest was stuffed with food so as not to make a sound and make his mother not like.

The two hours that hurt and put boredom pressure on Pandji will finally be over. His father came and was having a serious conversation with someone in front of the room.

Pandji did not hear the conversation and also did not want to steal the listen. He only recognized through the aura that the one who was chatting with his father was Uncle Temple.

Being well-known since childhood makes Pandji easily recognize the basic aura of the man he is now suspecting.

Although the aura is mixed and feels dark, but there is a base that can still be felt when Uncle Temple is nearby.

Pandji smiled without making an arch on the lips, "Hi Dad, Hi Uncle!"

His father just raised an eyebrow slightly, "Ready to go home?"

That streaky smile turned wide and full of excitement, "You're the best, Daddy."

"Want to eat at Uncle's? Aunty Risa cooks special for you today, especially to welcome the return of Mas Pandji." Uncle Candi spoke in a friendly manner as usual.

"Dad?" ask Pandji confused.

"We will have lunch at Uncle Candika's house, sorry Aunt Risa has cooked a lot. Now let's get ready to go home!"

Didn't Dad talk wrong? Or am I hearing wrong?

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