Under the Black Umbrella
hospital

"Wake, Vi! We're almost at the terminal."

Handy patted Ghavi on the cheek to get the girl up.

"Wake up! We have to get ready" he said again, taking Ghavi's backpack and his suitcase in storage above them.

"Hmmh!"

Ghavi squirmed, waking up from his sleep.

"Have you arrived?!" he saw people starting to get off the bus.

"Yes!"

"Has Mr Aswan come yet?!"

Handy had called to ask his assistant to come to pick up at the terminal stop.

"Seems like already. Come on!"

Gavi's hand to get down.

"I brought my own bag here."

Ghavi intends to take his backpack from Handy's hand which looks troubled, but pushed aside.

"Let me," she refused.

Ghavi carried his backpack on his back and carried his suitcase with his left hand, while his right hand led Ghavi down from the bus.

"Where's the car?"

Ghavi went wild looking for Handy's car but could not find it.

Handy also took the initiative to take a mobile phone and contact Aswan.

"Where are you? We just got off the bus to the west of the front of the counter" Handy asked after the call.

"Sorry, Sir! I was being toileted. Please wait a minute!" sahut Aswan from across the phone.

"OK!"

"We'll just sit there first. Aswan was going to the toilet" he pointed at a long bench in front of the counter.

"Eh, that's Mr. Aswan!"

Ghavi pointed at Aswan who came in from the direction of the toilet.

Handy sat down. He handed his suitcase to Aswan, while he himself carried Ghavi's backpack while still leading him to a car that turned out to be parked near the terminal exit.

"Go to hospital xx, yes," Ghavi told Aswan once the three were in the car.

"Don't just go home first?!" Handy asked.

"No! Just go to the hospital."

Ghavi nodded in disagreement. The girl was already impatient to meet and see the state of her eyes.

"All right! Wan, we're going straight to the hospital!" handy's orders to Aswan.

"Good, Sir!"

Aswan nodded his head ready to carry out the order.

Half an hour later they arrived at the hospital parking lot. Handy and Ghavi got out of the car and headed straight to the hospital lobby to inquire about Ghavi's hospital room.

Aswan remained in the car, not intending to enter.

Once in front of Eyang Sosro's room, Handy let Ghavi meet his eyes first giving his privacy.

"Done!" she was so in her grandmother's care room.

Seen on the bed, Eyang Sosro was lying with an infusion hose stuck in his left hand and an oxygen hose in his nose. His breath seemed a little shaky.

"Shhhhh!"

Bi Mirna who was waiting for him put a finger on his lips as a sign so as not to be noisy.

"The one who just got to sleep. From last night asphyxiation and stinginging continued. Aunty alone until sad to see it," he told.

Ghavi who heard Bi Mirna's explanation also shed tears of sadness. Eyang Sosro was the only family left behind. Although not a biological family, but his affection is the same as that he got from his grandparents and parents.

He should be the one who takes care of and accompanies her at times like these. But whatever the power, Ghavi actually had to go to the capital to take care of the restaurant and the needs of the orphanage that must also involve him.

"Bi, sorry to bother you! And thank you! Situated like this, it was indeed Aunt that I could rely on."

Ghavi hugged the eyewitness maid while crying.

"Sst! Don't cry already. You better get some rest! Tell Den Handy to come in" Bi Mirna said.

Ghavi just remembered that he came with Handy. He let go of his embrace at Bi Mirna and walked out of the hospital room.

Corridor, it appears Handy is waiting for a long chair that is deliberately provided in each front of the room.

"Mas!" call Ghavi.

Handy who was playing her phone turned her head.

"Eh! Why are you here?! How's eyang doing?!" tanyanya stand.

"The one who is sleeping! Come inside!" take Ghavi to Handy's hand.

Handy pointed to a writing that explained that patients should be awaited a maximum of two waiters.

"It's okay! Aren't you just here for a moment?! Didn't you just say at one o'clock in the afternoon you should meet a client, right?!"

Ghavi smiled in remembrance.

"Yes! Alright!"

Handy came in following the girl behind him. The first time he saw when entering the room was, the condition of Eyang Sosro who was infused and given oxygen was the same as the condition of his father.

It may only matter if his father also had a stroke, Ghavi's eyes only had high blood pressure.

"Good morning, Bi!" she saw Bi Mirna standing from the chair beside the bed lying down.

"Good morning, Den!" saith.

"Please sit!"

"Thank you!"

"Emm, Auntie, let's go home first then. Aunt should take a peek at home. Aunt will come again. Does Non Ghavi want to nitip something?!" pamit Bi Mirna's.

"No, Bi, thank you! My backpack is in Mas Handy's car. Let me take it myself."

"If Bi Mirna wants to go home, let Aswan take her. Aunty just wait here for a second!"

Handy picks up the phone to contact Aswan waiting for him in the car.

"Hallo! Wan, please bring Ghavi's backpack to the Rose room zz. Yeah, now!"

Click!

Five minutes later, Aswan came carrying Ghavi's backpack after knocking on the door three times.

"This, sir, the backpack!"

"Thank you! And please take Bi Mirna home to Eyang Sosro, yes."

He took the backpack from Aswan's hand and asked for help.

"Good, Sir!" answer Aswan.

"Come, Bi!"

"All right, Auntie's saying goodbye first."

Bi Mirna came out tailing Aswan behind him after picking up a dirty shirt.

"You rest! Mumpung eyang is also sleeping," asked Handy to turn towards Ghavi who looks yawned.

Maybe because last night he was sleep deprived because he had to talk to his father until one morning.

"No! It's still morning."

Ghavi.

"It is not good for health to sleep early in the morning" he said.

"Then do you need anything, coffee maybe?! Let me find it," asked Handy to tidy up the girl's hair sitting in front of him.

"No!" reject it.

"All right!"

A silent atmosphere was immediately created. They both dissolve in their minds. An hour later Aswan came after taking Bi Mirna home and told her it was time to meet the client.

Handy was too happy.

"I'll go first! If there's free time, I'll come back. You're patient, yes," he said as he kissed Ghavi's head to give a boost.

"Yes!" ghavi replied.

"Be careful!"

"Eum!" muttered.

"Don't forget your lunch! I don't want your heartburn to recur."

"Yes, yes! It's there, go!"

Ghavi pushes Handy's body which seems reluctant to leave him.

"You kicked me out?!"

"No!"

"Then, why tell me to leave?!"

"Aren't you the one who said you had to go see a client?!" ghavi's reply began to pique.

"Yes!"

"Then why are you still standing here?!"

"All right! I'm leaving!"

Handy ended their discussion. Once again the hair of Ghavi.

Handy goes with Aswan to his agreement with the client, leaving Ghavi to wait for his eyes.