The Neglected Pearl
Part 36 Conscious of the coma
“Papa don't sleep first dong ! let's eat, later Papa can be sick if not eat.”
“If you want to eat, eat yourself, Papa is full.”
“But Bi Inah said, since this afternoon Papa has not eaten at all.”
“Papa will eat, if Mama wants to approve our only daughter's wedding, do not bother her with anything that Mama thinks is good.”
“No can do dong !”
“Serah Mama !” margono replied while returning to sleep.
That night, Margono tried to hold back her hunger, she would rather starve than have to stay away from her beloved daughter.
After the argument, Margono and Resti both fell asleep in separate beds. Margono shed her tears, because her beloved wife had stepped away from her.
While Resti, in not caring about the anger of her husband, in his mind he still devised a plan that he would do for the next day.
That morning before Margono's husband woke up, Resti had left first, he was busy looking for people to be told to take pictures of Alhuda's face.
After repeated negotiations, Resti finally got a man to photograph Alhuda's face.
“I want to do what you told me to do. But, I want to know in advance what is the purpose of Mother photographing the face of Alhuda for Mother.”
“Why do you want to know, what will I do on Alhuda photo ?”
“What I know, to take a photo of a respected person is very difficult.”
“Who is the dearest, ngaco you ! it's obvious he's the son of a scavenger, do you think he's a glorified what !”
“As for Mom, I'll just say that Mom wants ! if not, that's okay !”
“Eee ! wait ! alright, I have the intention to separate the two of them, because that scavenger child has snatched Ranita from our family.”
“Do You know the face of the Man who married your daughter?”
“No, but if I see him, I definitely know him.”
“Alright, how much Mom can pay for it.”
“Three million, for one shot.”
“Good, money case yes, Bu.”
“No dong, I will pay you half, later the rest follow after the plan is finished.”
“Alright, Mom just pay me two million first, two more days I pick up photos Alhuda here.”
“Don't long dong ! I need her picture fast !”
“If Mom needs fast, I ask for double that you have set.”
“Haah ! everyone always asks for more money.” Gerrutu Resti's.
“Where ? do you agree ?”
“Yes, I agree to !” resti answered while handing over six million to the man he paid.
After the deal was completed, Resti left the man, and he returned to the office where he was serving.
The moment Resti's face nongol from behind the door everyone started sneering at him.
“He said Bu Resti rich man, how his daughter married the son of a scavenger. Is it not shameful ?” said Sila while glancing towards Resti.
“That's why Sil, by the way don't be arrogant.” Timpal hazel while poking Sila's waist.
Resti who heard everyone mocking and insinuating herself, his heart was burning at that moment, without even poking at the words of his friends, Resti ran towards his room.
“Bless a day ! how dare they mock and insinuate me.” Gerrutu Resti was upset.
Meanwhile, the man he asked to photograph the face of Alhuda, it turns out that he is Andika, the youngest son of Mang Ojo, the younger brother of Alhuda himself.
“Andika who works as a street painter, did not find it difficult to draw the face of Alhuda, so that it looks not so clear, Dika added a variety of flowers near the face of Alhuda.
After that afternoon, meeting, Andika immediately gave the photo to Resti, and she left the place.
Without checking it first, Resti just took it and went to leave the place.
Without lingering, Resti just went straight to the shaman's house in question.
“This photo of them both.” Resti said while presenting a photo of Ranita and Alhuda.
“That problem, depends on how long the money goes into my account.”
“Where ? thought about ?” ask the shaman urgently.
“Good, I'll transfer to Mr.”'s account later
“Thanks.” The shaman smiled kindly.
After the deal was done with Mr. Kardi the old shaman, Resti please leave to return home.
At home Margono has been waiting while enjoying a glass of warm coffee. He tried to find a busy life by reading the newspaper.
But sheet by sheet just turned back, indicating that Margono is not really reading the newspaper.
Her eyes were glaring at the newspaper, now moved to a blue dress with Cambodian flowers.
“Where have you been, Ma ?”
“Create what Papa nanya ?”
“What do you mean ?”
“Don't we think about each of us's profit, then why think of Mama !” answer Resti with a jutek face.
“I'm becoming less and less understanding you mean ?” margono said astonished.
“Serah !” resti replied as she left her husband.
Seeing his wife like that Margono could only shake her head. While taking a long breath.
“Basic stubbornness ! you know what's good about not getting degarin. Did he go to that shaman, huh ? hopefully not !” margono said guessing.
But that was the fact, Resti did return from the famous shaman's house, unbeknownst to her husband.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Retno has come to her senses from her illness. But his body still feels weak, slowly Retno also can talk, the first word spoken from his lips is Niko, his favorite son.
“Where is Niko ? Niko ! Where's Mama Niko's son ! take Mama to Niko?”
“Mother calls Niko ?”
“Iya, please call Niko, sus !”
“Good, I'll call Niko for Mom.” The nurse said as she walked out of the ward.
“At the time Retno called Niko's name, while it was out there Hermawan and his daughter were busy going back and forth because of anxiety.
“Calm Pa ? don't make me nervous.” Safitri said to his father.
“Why do you follow Papa ! sit quietly there !”
“Papa kok even temurin us anyway !”
“Removed, you guys disrupted Papa's concentration.”
“Concentration ? what concentration ?”
“Udah, already, already !”
When Hermawan was busy thinking about his wife, suddenly from the nursery Retno came out a nurse while carrying a book in his hand
“What is here Bu Retno family ?”
“I, sus ! I am her husband.” Hermawan.
“And I'm her daughter Sus.” Answer Safitri.
“Whose name is you ?”
“Safitri Sus !”
“Niko her there?”
“Niko ? what do Niko Sus do?”
“Patients repeatedly mention Niko.”
“Papa ! Mama has realized Pa.” call Safitri pleasure.
“Is that really fitri ?”
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