TRAPPED IN LOVE YOUNG WIDOW

TRAPPED IN LOVE YOUNG WIDOW
69. Mysterious Man


"Loh Sus, where are the patients in the name of Yoga? ", asked Arin who was panicking when she arrived at the dahlia room. Arin did not find her mother or child.


" Oh... The new Yoga sister was moved to the VIP room mbak. ", explained the nurse who was on guard.


" VIP Sus? ", asked Arin while turning to Vishnu , Vishnu shrugged both his shoulders his mark also did not know.


"Who moved Sus? "


"I don't feel like I'm moving my son to a VIP room! ", said a confused Arin.


" So there was someone who told us to move sister Yoga. "


"But the man didn't mention his name! "


"Just say if she's a relative of the patient's family." explains the nurse.


" What is he ... ", Arin mentioned the traits of her ex-husband.


" Not mbak! "


" The man is tall in white and wears a jeans jacket.


" What kind of facial features is Sus? ", asked Arin who was still curious.


" Well.. If my face does not know mbak, because he wears a mask. ", replied the nurse.


" Can we see the CCTV in this hospital Sus? ", this time Vishnu asked.


" Please!, I anata to the monitor. ", said the nurse.


Arin and Vishnu walk following the steps of the very nurse.


" Aren't you the father who did all this? ", ask Arin.


" No! "


"At first, yes, but I haven't been able to report to the nurse. "


"When I meet you, I will move Yoga . "


"Eh... Tau - tau already someone took the strat first. ", explained Vishnu.


" So I wonder! ", said Arin who was in front of the monitor room.


" Please come in! "


"I'll excuse you! ", after allowing still the nurse said goodbye.


Now Arin and Vishnu are checking who is the perpetrator of the Yoga room transfer.


Vishnu jellily observed the hospital's CCTV footage. At exactly eleven o'clock past twenty minutes, there was a man who was wearing a jeans jacket and also wearing a mask.


"That's not it ? ", asked Arin while showing the computer monitor screen.


" It's like a stranger! ", gunam Vishnu lirih.


" Mister Vishnu know? ", ask Arin.


" Mr! ", said Vishnu who is still focused on seeing the movements of the mysterious person.


" You mean? ", ask Arin again.


" The person's features are similar to Marcel's! "


"But there's no way he's here! "


"Try to see! You know me? ", asked Vishnu, Arin shook his head because Arin also felt alien to the mysterious person


" Mommy, thank you! ", said Vishnu while shaking the hand of the monitor room guard.


" This sir? "


"That's mas! "


"Sorry for interrupting your work! ", Vishnu said.


" Thank you very much sir! ", he said with a smile, and immediately save a sheet of red paper money that Vishnu gave.


Along the way to the VIP room Arin kept a thought out with the man. Until ignoring Vishnu who walked beside him.


" Mommy! ", greet Arin when entering the VIP room of the hospital.


" So mom wanted to find you! yoga is awake. Just fell asleep again. ", explained Arin's mother.


" Thank you, son of Vishnu! "


"It should not be moved to the VIP. ", said Ms. Arin again.


" Heem... Yes, mom is not papa! "


"Agar Yoga gets the right treatment and so get better soon ma'am! ", said Vishnu who scratched his hair.


" This is the coffee! ", Arin offered the coffee to Vishnu.


" Oh.iya until I forget! ", Vishnu grabbed a cup containing coffee from Arin's hand.


" Rin, ma'am going to the mosque first huh? ", saying goodbye to Arin's mother.


" Salat here is buk! ", said Arin.


" All mothers want to find a fresh breeze outside the real. ", said Arin's mother who was already on the doorstep to get out.


Did not wait long to pick one piece of chocolate cake covered with grated cheese . Because the piece of cake that fits one bribe, Vishnu immediately put it all into the mouth .


" Oh..! ", said Vishnu while touching his lips that there are traces of dracula bites.


Arin immediately turned his head, "It still hurts sir? ", asked Arin who saw Vishnu touch his lips.


" It is still! "


"This is you! "


"So I got asked klayen! ", said Vishnu who leaned his head on the back of the sofa.


" Any what's asked? ", ask Arin .


" Yes, why lips? "


"I guess I just got in an accident . "


"Where is the injury accident only on the lips! ", replied Vishnu while closing his eyes.


" Haha.... Own wrong! "


"Don't like nyosor! ", said Arin while pressing the scar on Vishnu's lips with his index finger.


" Awu... Sick Rin! ", Vishnu's groan immediately opened his eyes.


" Here let me give you the ointment, let it not hurt again! ", said Arin who got up from his seat to take the ointment in his bag.


" here! ", Arin stretched out his finger which already had his ointment.


" No want! ", vishnu threw away his face.


" Don't be spoiled! ", said Arin.


" No want! ", said Vishnu.


" Well, isn't it? ", Arin pulled Vishnu's arm roughly. Because of the shock Vishnu immediately turned his head.


Serrr...


As fast as lightning Arin applied the ointment to Vishnu's lips.


" Of course! ", said Arin while taking a sheet of tissue.


" What ointment is this? "


"Cock smells rich in candy? ", Vishnu licked his lips a little .


" It's a honey-based ointment, so it smells like candy. ", explains Arin who always carries the little thing.


" Oh..! ", Vishnu only ber oh riya.


The next day with Vishnu's companion, Arin went to the office of the Religious Court. Arin's face looked so anxious. Anxious if the threat of threats from her ex-husband. When he arrived at the religious court office, Arin was waiting for his lawyer. An hour had Arin been in the religious court office. Arin came out of the PA office with a map containing divorce papers.


Arin breathed a sigh of relief as the custody of Yoga fell into his hands.


"We're going straight to the hospital, sir! ", said Arin who was wearing a helmet. Yes helem, because Arin and Vishnu to the PA office using a motorcycle owned by Arin in his village.


" Helma... How to find food first, sir? ", ask Arin.


" What do you want to eat? ", ask Vishnu.


" I want to eat noodles ! ", replied Arin.


" We've been looking for the noodle shop! ", Vishnu said.


Vishnu riding the motor at a speed of 40km/h, moderate speed. Now they have arrived at a satan noodle shop .


" This is why the menu horror all? ", asked Vishnu who read the menu book.


" It's just a name! ", replied Arin who had made her choice.


" I'm the same as yours! ", said Vishnu.


" Okay, ! "


"Make order noodles that are level 4, two! "


"Drinking ice buto ijo and ice pocong mbak! ", said Arin.


" Eat sir! ", said Arin when Vishnu only pay attention to the model of noodles in front of him.


" Said satanic noodles! "


"Where is the demon? ", ask Vishnu.


" Allahuakbar sir! "


"It's just a term, if the demon is not there! "


"Satan is here! ", Arin feeds a spoonful of noodles into Vishnu's mouth.


" Hmmm.... It's yummy! ", Vishnu said on the first feed. But over time the spicy noodles are increasingly felt.


" Haaahhhhhhhhhhh.... How to be spicy rich gini anyway? ", Vishnu sipped his ice pocong.


" It's delicious, right? ", asked Arin who was casually enjoying her noodles.


" You just eat sandri, I'm not strong with the spiciness." said Vishnu who was covered in sweat.