The Light for Mr. Bhishma
Is this my Karma?
Hp Akia rang in the end. What He remembered, the phone number he had just changed and no one knew except the hospital where he worked. He then grabbed his HP at the nightstand, and answered the call.
"Yes?"
"Akia, right?" Kia's heart immediately stopped beating. He understood the sound completely, and immediately sighed so heavily.
"Please don't turn it off." Please, the woman who was talking to him.
"Why?" it felt so lazy for Kia to chimed in all the words that were thrown from her.
"Kija... Mama, I'm sorry to bother you tonight. Mama just.... Um, tell me if your dad's sick. So, please, just look at me for a second." Mama Lisa begged so this time, sounding so sincere in Kia's ears that it shook her heart.
" Where, Dad now?"
" In the hospital, where you work, Kia. Therefore, Mama got this HP number from your friend. Sorry, if it's presumptuous. "
" Grandhaaah!" kia's wrath in the heart.
"But, if Kia is tired of not papa. Tomorrow look at his father. He, is sleeping now. So, let's rest." added Mama Lisa without mentioning Nanda's name among them.
"Anyway, far away to Medica? Why try?" grouse Kia. Which is strange, when his father was so far from the existing health facilities.
"Oh, Tuhaaan! Is this what it feels like to be stuck? I just kept everything you had, but Dad chose to let me go for that woman!" point Kia at her phone, at the number that just called her a few minutes ago.
"Is this karma because I'm the son of a dissident, Lord! Didn't want to obey my father, who had to run his business. While me... Yeah, I... Do you want to be a contract nurse at a private hospital? Aaah, I don't know... I'm rattled. I want to find a prince who can take me away from all this pain. Uh, not the prince. King of all. Yuk, go to sleep again... "
Kia again laid her body, and closed her eyes to be ready to welcome a bright tomorrow even though it was not as usual. He knew, when his father had re-entered his life, there would definitely be more problems that befall him. Whatever it was, Kia could only prepare by strengthening her mind and the contents of her head began to empty.
"Aarrrghh! It's late!" Akia was surprised when he woke up at Seven in the morning, while he had to wake up an hour earlier than that. He ran down the ridge to take a shower and get ready, not even had time to eat breakfast this morning. Just sip a glass of water so that the stomach is not empty and make stomach acid recurrent worse.
Kia ride her subscription motorcycle. His name is Mba Sri, a widow with two children who has been a subscription for several months. Sometimes, in this crucial moment, Akia took over the handlebar of the motor and asked Mba Sri to sit behind and hug him tightly..
"So, how do you wake up?" mbw Sri, on the sidelines of his fear of Kia driving brutality at that time.
"There's a call at night, Mba. So Kia can't sleep. Pas just want to crumple, even early in the morning. Come on, kesel. '
"Counties?". Mba sri scratched her non-itchy head, with one hand continuing to tightly hug Kia's waist.