The (Former) Mafia
54. Borrowing Money

Nabila walked down the hospital corridor with legs that he still could not use as usual. He was still quite troubled, even sometimes he grimaced when he accidentally pressed the injured leg.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" greet Nabila when entering someone's nursery. The nursery looked quite large, not quite, but very large compared to Ezra's current ward.

"Wa'alaikumssalam!" replied a woman in her 50s. He pulled Nabila, bringing the woman closer to the side of the bed. There, there was Uncle Purnomo, the younger brother of his father Nabila.

"Uncle why Bi?" tanyanya's confused. He approached Purnomo who was lying down with some tools that supported his life.

"Uncle you have heart valve damage, Bil," said Bi Susi who became the wife of Uncle Purnomo. "Uncle you should have an operation immediately. If not, maybe his life will not be helped!" said again. This time with a sobbing sound, tears poured out, soaking his already young face.

"Here come, O God. Why is it like this, Uncle?" said Nabila with teary eyes. He touched the back of Purnomo's hand, squeezing it slowly and looking down, his tears coming down the back of the hand. Nabila may not be close to this uncle. However, only my Uncle Purnomo has Nabila. He who is the only child of both parents completely lost his family after his mother and father died. She doesn't want to lose her family anymore. Budhe and his Pakdenya had already dumped him because of Ezra's problems. Only Uncle Purnomo was still looking at him.

"When, help Uncle Mu, son! We cost a lot to do the operation. Not to mention the expensive hospital fees. Auntie's savings are up just to take care of your uncle these two days. Your uncle once said that now you're married to a rich man. Please Auntie, son!"

Nabila was stunned to hear what her aunt said. He really wouldn't mind helping his family if he could. However, for the cost of surgery and outpatient costs, how can he cover all that. Her husband may be a lot of money, but that does not mean it is easy for her husband to pour funds. Their relationship has just begun. What would Bara think if she was determined to ask her husband for help.

"Bi .. When you don't have that much money. After all, for outpatient costs in this hospital must also be very expensive. Why not take care of it in a normal room? At least in the 2nd grade is fine too! Why should I be treated in the VIP room."

Bi Susi who heard that pulled the corner of her lips. He looked at Nabila with a look of disbelief. Glared at those eyes until the seeds of his eyes almost came out. "You if you don't want to help don't have to talk about it. Nabila Bibi wants to give the best for your uncle .. Do you not know thank you? What has helped you so far is us .. you forget, when you need money for Ezra treatment costs who helps you! Not because Ezra is healed, you are indifferent to us. You should be ashamed! It's been helped a lot, but there's no sign of gratitude at all!"

Astagfirullah ..which sentence he had said that made his aunt offended. Nabila alone did not dare to take the VIP room while carrying Ezra. And the problem of return, Nabila really did not mean to forget his uncle. What kind of thank you she had to give, while living alone she depended on her husband. A few weeks' work, obviously he hasn't received a salary.

"Bi ... If you want to help if you can, but if you can't cover everything. Are we looking for another solution? We take care of using BPJS only! Later if you help, Bi."

"No need! If Auntie doesn't want your uncle handled carelessly. If you don't want to help, you already have. I can get a loan from someone else! You just go!" banish Bi Susi drags Nabila out of her uncle's room. Although Nabila had tried to apologize and said she would try to help, Bi Susi paid no heed to him and instead dragged him until he almost fell over if he did not hold on to the hospital room door frame.

"Akhich!" The woman pulled her hand as she quickly shook it. He squeezed all the fingers of his right hand into an excruciating pain. The sliding door wanted him to reopen, but it seemed to be in the lock from the inside.

"Auntie! ... Bi! When promised, Nabila will try to help, please do not be like this, Bi. Nabila still wants to see Uncle. Aunty!"

There is still no truth from within. Her aunt was adamant about not opening the door for her. What should he do. Nabila really wanted to help. However, how could she explain all this to her husband. What if the loan to others only, but it is more impossible.

"Oh my God, what should I do!" lirih Nabila with teary eyes.

....

Nabila got out of the car when Durant opened the door for him. The hospital that treated his uncle was different from the hospital that treated Ezra. It took 30 minutes to get there. He glanced at his index finger as well as his bruised middle finger. How will he work if this is the case. He had taken too many holidays already, and it would definitely cause social jealousy within the company he worked for.

"Mrs, Boss!" call Durant. "Mrs!

"Akh, why?" asked Nabila a little surprised.

"The boss called me. He asked, why didn't Madame Boss pick up the phone?"

Nabila gasped, she stirred up the contents of the bag she was carrying, there was no cell phone there. Where the phone is running. Maybe he forgot about it. "Astaghfirullah .. seems to be left in Ezra's room, Durant! Is he angry?" asked Nabila with her panicked face.

"It seems so, Madam!"