The Rahim the Pay
Newman

Naima sat in a row of long iron chairs in front of her mother's ward. He didn't really go to the cafeteria like he said to his mother. He was just trying to avoid a line of questions that still filled his mother's head.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I had to lie to my mother. Everything I do is inseparable from my hope that mom can heal and be healthy. I don't care what other people will criticize me for never being in my position."

"I can't stand by the sight of a terminally ill mother who torments me every day. I don't want to lose my mother. My mother is the only person I have right now. I'm willing to change my pride, my womb, for the sake of my mother's health and well-being."

"Whatever money I have raised to take my mother to the hospital, it will never be enough in a matter of months or even years. No one wants to borrow me that much money, seeing my circumstances that are far from capable, making them afraid of losing money. They're worried I can't return the money. Therefore, I was forced, rather not wanting to waste Zico's offer. It is okay to put my pride, because the mother once put her life for the sake of this daughter survived. And what I'm doing here will never be equivalent to her sacrifice."

Naima rested her back on the back of the chair, her eyes closed. His head was busy fighting.

"Hi ..."

The greeting of someone refkels made Naima open her eyes. A man with bottled mineral water in hand stood in front of him.

"Yes, hi .." reply Naima.

"Can you sit down?" the man asked, pointing to the chair next to Naima.

Naima nodded stiffly. "Yes, I can."

The man sat down and then reached out to her.

"My name is Arsa" he said, introducing himself.

Naima shakes Arsa's hand while mentioning her name. "Naima."

"Good name" praised Arsa.

"Thank you" said Naima.

"Together," replied the man. "Ah yes, I noticed from there, you look like a person who is having a severe problem. Who are you here for? Your boyfriend? Your husband? Or-"

"My mom" prune Naima.

Arsa nodded her head. "Oh, mother. What's he sick of?" tanyanya.

Arsa nodded her head understanding.

"Yes, it's okay" the man replied.

"You should have said you were watching me, what do you mean?" Naima ventured to ask, she was a little distracted by that sentence.

"Don't think anything. It just so happened that your mother's hospital room was next to my cousin's. I just grabbed him, and as soon as I got out of his inpatient room, I accidentally saw you here. It looks like someone who is carrying a heavy burden. Therefore, I went to the cafeteria for a while and took the initiative to buy some drinking water. Who knows you need this." Arsa gave the bottled mineral water to Naima.

"No, that's for you, that's it" Naima said.

"It's okay, just take it. You need it more. And don't be afraid, I'm not a bad guy. If you don't believe me, just look. The bottle's still sealed."

Arsa shows the bottle of mineral water, hoping Naima will receive the drinking water.

"Do you want me to help you open it?" bargain the man about to turn the bottle cap.

"No, no need," refused Naima.

"Yes, then you take it. Don't worry."

Naima is disinclined, but Arsa looks a little pushy. He didn't have to, but the man was well-intentioned.

"Thank you" Naima said after receiving the drinking water from Arsa's hand.

"Yes, equally. Drinking, yes. Who knows it could make your mind calmer."

"Yes, thank you."

"Then I'm gone. See you," said Arsa then moved from there.

Naima replied with a small smile. After Arsa completely left and disappeared from the reach of her eyes, she switched to staring at the bottle of mineral water in her hand. There are good and sincere people in this world. Maybe he is not very familiar with the world wide, because he only spends his time at home besides peddling cake wares around the house.

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