The Heart You Injured
Chapters 97. Wrong Address?

The children's sunlight began to creep into Dinda's room through the cracks of the window. The atmosphere of the room that was previously pitch-black, is now increasingly bright when the beam of light that penetrates into the room. Immediately make the warm atmosphere also increasingly felt.

Dinda's body was writhing as I sneered and heard the chirping of a sparrow perched on the tiled of her house. His eyes blinked and the woman squinted slightly when the sunlight felt so piercing the cornea. He shifted his body slightly and chose to lean on the headboard of the bed.

"Yes Allah .... My head is so dizzy!"

Dinda said that she just carelessly scowled her temples that felt so dizzy. His voice sounded so hoarse and his eyes were swollen after last night he cried alone. I don't know how long she cried. It was clear that until twelve in the night he was still dissolved in his inner wound. To the point that he fell asleep unconsciously.

Although her head felt so heavy, Dinda tried to get out of bed. Her stomach was so sore that it forced the woman to walk towards the kitchen to look for food. I hope he finds something that fills his stomach.

"Gosh, there's no groceries here."

Dinda can only throw a rough breath when not a little he finds food ingredients that can be processed. Whether it's instant noodles, eggs or anything that can be cooked. Dinda could only sit limp in the kitchen chair.

"Then, now what should I do? Is it a good message?"

Just now Dinda moved from her sitting position to pick up the phone that was on the nightstand, but suddenly...

Ting... Ting... Ting.....

"Chicken Porridge .... Chicken Porridge!!"

The clink of the sound of a spoon clashing with a bowl sounded loud in the ear. The voice of a typical chicken porridge seller also seemed to call to approach him. A faint smile fell on Dinda's lips.

"Finally there is a chicken porridge seller as well. Pretty good, it can crank up the stomach."

Dinda quickened her pace to be able to reach the porridge seller immediately. Arriving at the terrace, the woman shouted.

"Mang ... Buy the chicken porridge!"

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The sun was just above the crown when the car driven by Erlan arrived in a village. A village that is quite beautiful because it is behind the rice fields where stretches of rice plants are still green. Although the king of the afternoon transferred his heat energy excessively but the beauty of this place was able to dampen all this.

Armed with Google maps, Erlan down every inch of the road to the practice of mak Erot. One place of alternative medicine and therapy that is so popular to overcome all male complaints. Especially those who want to turn a sparrow into an eagle.

The car driven by Erlan stopped right in front of a limousine-shaped house. The man's forehead frowned slightly when he saw the condition of this house was so quiet.

"She was famous, but why was her house deserted? Usually, if it is famous for its efficacy, there must be many patients in line. Like Gus Samsudin's."

For a moment made a dilemma between going down or not, finally Erlan chose to get out of the car. The man who was trying to find a cure for his sparrows decided to stand in the yard alone.

"Excuse me!" shouted Erlan.

Erlan had been waiting for someone to hear her scream. He almost gave up and got back in the car. But when he swung his legs suddenly...

Erlan who had turned back turned back. Seen a woman of about seventy years old standing in front of the terrace.

"Have you been waiting for me? Did you know that I would come here?" erlan asked with a squeak on the forehead. He still sanctions whether this gun-aged woman named Mak Erot or not.

The woman chuckled. Her voice was exactly like the grandmother who was joking with her great-grandchildren.

"Yes, I'm mak Erot. The person you're looking for your sparrow problem. Come on in, I've prepared everything to turn your sparrow into an eagle."

Erlan was stunned for a moment. How could this old granny read his mind? Today was the first time they met. Erlan was still glued and frozen. His brain suddenly blanked, not knowing what to do.

"Already, don't be so dumb. Comein. We start the therapy. Don't you want to have an eagle soon?"

Erlan woke up from her daydream. Finally it was the eagle who made Erlan again eager to do this therapy. Erlan swung her legs to follow where this mak Erot was walking.

"Sit here first huh Cu! There are things that I want to prepare first," said mak Erot please sit down.

"Thank you, Mama!"

Erlan landed her buttocks on a chair made of teak wood. Although the age of this chair looks quite old, it still looks sturdy. While waiting for Mak Erot, Erlan spread his gaze to all directions. There are many picture frames that show how crowded the practice place of this mak Erot.

"Come on Cu, we're in. We're starting therapy!"

There was the sound of Mak Erot giving a decree. He looked towards the source of the voice but suddenly...

"What?"

Both of Erlan's eyeballs were perfectly wide when he saw some carpentry equipment carried by mak Erot. Such as saws, hammers, and also hammer.

"Mommy, i-that's what Mak brought for?" tanya Erlan.

Mak Erot chuckled softly. "To refine and refine, son!"

"What's? Perfecting?" cry Erlan with a shrill voice.

Erlan's hair suddenly stood up and bristled. His mind wandered far and wide everywhere. He shuddered in horror when he imagined the tools of carpentry to touch his sparrows. Not turned into an eagle, it could even be a carcass because it was cut off and died.

"Mr ... I think I got the wrong address. Excuse me first!"

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