The Heart of Old Menjakaka
370. Worrying
Angga's body immediately shook violently when his hands felt wet touching Steven's back head. There's blood coming out of there and it's quite a lot.
"Astaghfiullah! What's wrong with him, sir?" A security guard came over. He guards the SD school building that had gone to coffee in the shop next door.
"Please help my Opinion, sir! Help get Steven's Om in the car!" exciting Juna. He who saw Angga's hands covered in blood certainly panicked as well, afraid if Omnya why-why.
"Corn, sir." Immediately, the man in black uniform crouched down. Then reaching for Steven's body to lift, Angga immediately stood up and they could painstakingly put Steven into his car.
Steven was put in the car in the back seat, Angga also entered to accompany. The security guard sits in the steering chair.
"Let's go in, Dan!" Hearing the sound of the four-wheeled vehicle was about to go, Juna immediately pulled Jordan's small hand, then brought him into the car and sat down at the wheel.
"We're going to the nearest hospital here, hurry up, sir!" angga's orders with full of anxiety.
"Good, sir." The guard nodded and before long the car he was driving drove away at full speed.
'Oh, my God, protect Steven. May he be well, ' Inner Angga. He looked at Steven's pale face, his eyes glazed over.
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30 Minutes passed. Finally the car they were waiting for arrived at their destination.
Their arrival at the hospital coincides once with Sofyan and Maya coming out of there. They just finished visiting the doctor.
"Lho, Pa, what's wrong with Steven?" sofyan asked with perfectly widened eyeballs. He certainly felt shocked when he saw his youngest brother lying unconscious on top of the gurney. A couple of nurses there were pushing him, then taking him to the ER room.
"Steven fell, Yan," Angga replied in tears. He immediately ran with Jordan and Juna holding hands, following Steven.
Sofyan and Maya finally go back to the hospital, approaching all those who have been standing in the ER room. Steven's been put in there.
"Where did Steven fall from, Pa? How did it bleed?" Sofyan approached Angga, then grabbed his shoulder.
"Fall from the mango tree, Yan. His head was hit by a rock" answered Angga who was still crying.
"Gapain the Steven climbed a mango tree, Pa? There is no such thing as a child" Sofyan grumbled as he rubbed sweat on his forehead.
"That's Papa telling you, Yan. Because Mama herself asked for mango directly metic from the tree and Steven was the meticulous," explained Angga. His voice sounded trembling, as well as his heart pounding. Afraid if something bad happens to Steven, let alone see the blood on his head that is quite a lot.
"There really is no gap? Why don't you just wear a pole, Pa?" Sofyan pulls Angga to sit together in a long chair next to Juna, Maya and Jordan. After that, he rubbed his shoulders. Trying to calm down.
"If there is a pole Om Steven will not climb Pakde." Juna who answered. He stood up and approached Sofyan when he had just turned his head. "But the truth is Jordan's wrong. Because he was fussy asking for mangoes too, Om Steven should have gone down and would not have fallen like this," he added while looking at Jordan. Indirectly, he blamed Jordan for making all this happen.
"Joldan's fault!" Surely, the two-and-a-half-year-old was not to blame. Because he thinks he's not wrong. "You're wrong, Jun!" point it towards Juna. "Why are you fooling Om Even to pick up mango for Joldan?! Finely bialkan only, bial later Om Even fast tulun!"
"What the hell am I?" Juna pointed at his own face with a frowning-looking forehead. "Clearly you—"
"You two are not wrong!" cut Anga fast. Already dizzy thinking about Steven's situation, now plus hearing the squabbles of his two grandchildren. Just get hotter his head now. "Stop blaming, because here Opa is wrong! Not you!" he half snapped.
Juna and Jordan who heard it were shocked. Jordan immediately hugged Maya's body, as well as Juna who embraced her. As if asking for protection from Budenya.
Sofyan sighed, then turned to his wife as he rubbed the top of his hair. "May, you go to the cafeteria or to the cafe just to get ice cream. Take Juna and Jordan." He deliberately said that, so that his wife took Jordan and Juna away from there. Of course for the sake of calming the atmosphere at this time as well. He felt sorry for Angga who looked devastated over everything that had happened.
"Yes, Yang." Maya nodded. "Look we'll get some kids' ice cream, '" he asked. He stood up and held Jordan's body. After that, they grabbed Juna's hand and they stepped away from there.
"Papa is now calm first, many istighfar," said Sofyan who still saw Angga crying. "Party ... Steven wasn't an accident either. Moreover, falling like this, he has often. It must be okay."
"Because often that's what worries Papa, Yan," Angga replied as he pleased. Slowly she wiped the tears that wet her cheeks.
"Worry why? Doesn't that mean Steven's immune?"
"Mending immune. Suppose he's concussed or dead what, Yan?" Angga looked at Sofyan with a gloomy and frightened face. And for some reason, the words of Steven who brought his son who was orphaned because he fell from a tree so excited in the ear. Of course, this cannot happen.
As Steven once said, Citra is too young to be a widow.
"No way." Sofyan shook his head in disbelief. "That selebay, it just fell on a tree. Mostly sewn in her little doang, Pa."
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