Under the Black Umbrella
a decision.

Ghavi came out of the guest room of Darmawan residence followed by Risa behind him. The girl already felt much healthier after sleeping for two hours like Risa's story.

" Good afternoon, Om Rudi, Mas Harry, Mas Aksan" Ghavi greeted Om Rudi who was sitting next to Harry. They were chatting with Aksan in the guest room.

" Evening, too, little girl," Harry smiled back.

Harry did tell him to call names if he wasn't teaching and if he was off campus. The man also had a special nickname for Ghavi, a petite girl. The reason is, Ghavi is small for the size of his age.

" Evening, Vi! How are you doing, so much better?" tanya Om Rudi who has heard about Ghavi's stupor.

" Already, Om! I'm sorry, it's a hassle for the Om family" Ghavi said, sitting between Risa and Aksan.

" Where is Auntie, Om, who doesn't look?!"

Ghavi didn't see Aunt Rudi in the guest room. He didn't see Handy there either.

" Aunty is preparing dinner in the back. That Handy might be taking a shower."

" Om, have heard from Aksan about the intention of your arrival. Om has also received and read your late father's letter," said Om Rudi a little serious.

" In fact Om has given the land to your father, in return for your father's kindness to Om first."

" But this is also my father's last request, Om, I have to return the land certificate to Om" Ghavi replied.

" Hmm, okay! It is with a heavy heart that I receive back this land certificate." Om Rudi took the certificate that was on the desk.

" It was Om's plantation that managed it and the proceeds were always donated to your grandfather's orphanage."

" Now the Panti Cahaya has changed ownership in the name of Om's son, Mr. Han," Ghavi smiled.

" Oh, huh?! How could? Why didn't the boy tell me, yeah," he murmured.

" Why is something like that told?!" handy suddenly emerged from the stairs, walked into the living room and sat on a single sofa chair next to his father, right in front of Ghavi.

His voice was flat, but his eyes hit Ghavi as if to say: why did you tell Dad everything?

" Sorry!" ghavi said as if he knew the meaning of the eyes.

"Forget it!" hissing slowly.

He saw it from the end of his eyes if the girl in front of him was looking down. There was a little regret in him.

" Then, regarding the matchmaking, do you have any objections, Vi?!"

Om Rudi wanted to make sure.

" Eh, matchmaking?!"

Harry, Risa and Aksan were shocked at each other. Only Handy was acting ordinary as if she did not care.

" Yes, Umar and I agreed to match Handy and Ghavi when he was twenty years old" he explained.

" Well?!" the three people were again surprised to hear the words of Om Rudi.

" Of course, before that wish was realized, Umar left first" he added.

" Then, do you agree with this match, Vi?" ask Harry in curiosity.

For some reason, he seemed to object to the matchmaking.

Everyone in the guest room turned to look at Ghavi who was looking down, including Aunt Rudi who has now joined the guest room.

" Vi, what's your decision?!" Harry asked again.

" If you have any objections, this match-making can be cancelled. I as a parent do not want to be selfish with you. It's possible that our minds were so colossal." Om Rudi gave his argument.

" No, Om! The thought of Om and father you might have thought carefully before it was decided to be a deal" Ghavi replied.

" I personally have decided to accept this. Moreover this was also written as the father's last request in the letter addressed to Om. As a child, I also have an obligation to respect and obey all parental decisions, regardless of form."

Ghavi looked at Handy who was sitting in front of him who was now also looking at him. I don't know what he's thinking.

" And my answer is .. I agree with this matchmaking. But, this decision is certainly also related to Mr. Han because it has something to do with him. All the decisions I leave to him," Ghavi breaks up and looks back at Handy.

While Handy who was stared at like that felt uneasy. He did not expect, the little girl who thought innocent and innocent was able to make a big decision.

Handy held her chair. He doesn't know what to answer. He felt Ghavi's gaze was too difficult to decipher.

Could it be that the girl did so for the sake of her parents, or ...

" Ah, I'm hungry. When do we start dinner?" harry's chirps suddenly broke the silence created.

He stood up and walked in the dining room. For some reason, there was something that stuck his heart to hear the decision of the little girl.

" How, Han, do you agree?!" Om Rudi is back.

" It is up to how good it is," the breaker rose to his feet following his sister's steps, leaving the dining room.

" I'm hungry too" he said.

" Oh yeah, let's have dinner first. Talk continued later," said Aunt Rudi dispel the awkwardness that occurs.

" Come," he asked Ghavi and the others.

They all went to dinner.

Aksan and Risa instantly picked up the food without being told twice. They look hungry. For the time of their journey they did not rest to eat.

They think if they arrive at the DTD on time, then there they can go straight home. In fact, they had stopped going home because of the incident of Ghavi's stupor. And when they say goodbye after dinner, Om Rudi forbids it.

Plus the rain fell heavily so that made them forced to stay overnight.

***

The clock showed at one in the morning. Ghavi who slept in the guest room with Risa woke up from his sleep because he felt shortness of breath due to his asthma relapse due to cold weather.

Cold weather is one of the allergens that can make the hereditary disease recur.

Ghafi ventured into the kitchen to get hot water to warm his chest, hoping to reduce his tightness.

The girl had already ignored her medicine because she felt that her illness had rarely appeared.

"What are you doing all those nights in the kitchen?" a startling sound was pouring hot water from the flask.

Out of shock, the hot water hit the glass that was being poured.

" Oukh!!" his screeches.

His hands were fluttered by the heat.

" Are you okay? Here I look!" His hand was held by a voice owner who, without Ghavi turning around, knew who it was.

He brought his hands under the water. The water was turned on so that Ghavi's hand would not blister.

" Shhhh!" Ghavi hissing sick. In addition to enduring the pain in his hands, he also endured the tightness of his chest that felt increasingly squeezed.

" Why do you feel short of breath?!" tanya Handy looks panicked even though the dim light in the kitchen disguises her.

" A-I, I'm his pu aths-ma ..., "the answer is stamped. His breathing is getting stifled.

" Drink!" Handy pushed the glass filled with hot water that the girl had taken before she surprised her, of course after mixing it with a little cold water so as not to get too hot.

" I'll take you to the doctor" Handy said as she put down the glass.

Ghavi who already felt unable to stand the tightness he experienced also nodded resignedly.

Handy also memapah Ghavi until the middle room. He ran to his room on the second floor to retrieve his car keys after grabbing his wallet and cell phone first.

Handy immediately started his car and sped to the nearest doctor's office.

However, once there it turns out the doctor is in the outside service. Handy also searched for the nearest clinic.

He saw a glimpse of Ghavi's situation that was getting weaker.

" Hold on!" mumbled wailing.

He tried to stay calm to focus on bringing the car.

Half an hour later they arrived at the clinic.

Handy immediately went down and carried Ghavi's body which began to droop suffocating out of oxygen.

" Help!!" he shouted at the guard nurse as soon as he entered the ER.

The two sleepy sisters gasped and rushed over to Handy, who was putting Ghavi in a patient's bed.

About twenty minutes later, Ghavi regained consciousness after an oxygen hose was placed in his nose.

His breathing began to be regular even though sometimes stingy. His eyes closed withstanding the drowsiness that returned whack.

At exactly three in the morning Ghavi fell asleep and his breathing was normal even though the oxygen hose was still attached in case he relapsed again.

Handy who had been sitting waiting for him also fell asleep in the seat beside the bed where Ghavi lay. He put his head in bed with both arms and used it as a cushion.