Under the Black Umbrella
Visit to the Hospital

"What time did you come home last night, Vi? How's the situation there?!" asked Risa to open her voice.

At present all the residents of the house, except the twin babts who are still sleeping in the guest room, are gathering in the dining room for breakfast.

"We're home at eleven!" answer Ghavi.

"The conditions are pretty bad. Even the roof collapsed and burned out. But, fortunately, officer Damkar came in time so that the fire did not spread to the main building where the children were."

"Oh, Thank goodness! Sorry, I couldn't come last night" Aksan said.

"It's okay, Mom! It's all over."

"Clearly, what about the results of the police investigation? What caused the explosion?!"

This time, the Great asked.

"For the time being this is drawn purely accident conclusions, given the unaccountability. They still have to interrogate the cook after he is conscious and stable" Yoyon said.

Ghavi nodded in confirming.

"What is the cook's wound?!" Risa curious.

"The injuries were about sixty percent and last night it was decided to have surgery" Ghavi replied.

"His face and hands are the worst."

"Oh! How poor! May the person be patient and get well soon."

"Amijin!"

Everyone confirmed Risa's words.

"Oh, yes, sir! Later in the afternoon after the restaurant, we go to the hospital, yes! I want to know the condition of that person."

Ghavi realized, if the Orphanage of Light has now changed hands into Handy's.

However, Ghavi still felt responsible for the survival and welfare of the residents of the orphanage given the message of his late grandfather who wanted him to continue to plunge in helping children.

Moreover, the Orphanage of Light is the stub of the grandfather, although now it has changed ownership.

"Yes, Vi!"

Mr. Yoyon nodded.

"Are you working today?!" ask Risa.

"Yes, why?!"

Ghavi.

"We came all the way here, but you went to work instead. Huh!" dumal Risa's.

"Haha ...!"

Ghavi laughs at Risa's mumbling.

"My dear, my dear friend, my brother is getting better! I have an appointment with the supplier today. The meeting was supposed to be held yesterday. Because yesterday they had an obstacle, so backtracked today. That's why you're here any longer so we're satisfied to meet."

Ghavi explained why today he came to the restaurant.

" Or, do you want to go to the restaurant?!" bargained for.

"Already, Honey! Don't pout that way! We'll go to the restaurant, have lunch!" entertain Aksan to his wife.

He understood very well how longed the wife was for the daughter and granddaughter of her late master-in-law.

"Hm, okay!"

***

As planned this morning, Ghavi intends to visit the home cook who is always called Mang Usin.

"Sir, there's a fruit shop up ahead. We'll stop by for a minute, yeah!" pinta Ghavi sat next to Mr Yoyon, who was driving.

"Good!"

Mr. Yoyon nodded.

The car he was driving on the side of the road in front of the fruit stall.

The kiosk was just a semi-permanent building. But, all types of fruit sold are still fresh. Because, the seller only provides local fruit that is brought from the village.

Ghavi got off, while Mr. Yoyon was waiting for him in the car.

"Sir, how many thousands of these papayas are as mangoes?!" ghavi asked a male salesman of the same age as Mr. Yoyon.

"Cheap-cheap, Neng! The fruit of one fruit is only nine thousand. Mango arum sweetness twenty thousand and this orange about fifteen thousand."

Pak Ta pointed at the fresh fruits.

Like it was just picked a few days ago. Seen from the former base of the fruit is still new and wet.

"Which one would you like to buy?!" ask the old man it is friendly.

"Emm, pack two kilos each, yes, sir!"

"Well, Neng! Bananas aren't bought, Neng?!"

"No, Sir! That's three of a kind, thank you!"

Ghavi received a crackle bag containing the fruits he bought.

"Is there anything else you want to buy?!"

"Emm, how big is this?!"

Ghavi pointed to the bengkoang which was still very fresh.

"That's a bundle of twelve thousand, Neng!"

"OK! I bought two ties! That's young mango, sir?!"

"Yes, Neng! Want too?!"

"Yes, sir, sekilo! It's the same pineapple stone, two of them!"

Ghavi bought the local fruit.

"This is the change, Neng!"

The old man gave me forty thousand change.

"Just make it back for you!"

"But, Neng!" said Mr. Ta doubtful.

"It's okay, sir! Just take!"

"Thank you very much, Neng! May the fortune be launched, yes, Neng!"

"Amijin!!"

Ghavi also returned to the car with three large bags of crackle.

"This is so much, Vi!" said Mr. Yoyon who helped keep the bags in the back.

"Hehe ...! Yes, Sir! The intention is only to buy three kinds, but look jicama and young mango also pineapple stone, so the thought of buying 9 for the ingredients, sir! Coincidentally tomorrow is Sunday. Lili, it's a holiday. And I plan to make a stand with you tomorrow. Risa's still here" Ghavi said.

"Oh!"

Mr. Yoyon nodded.

Fifteen minutes later, their car arrived at the parking lot of a hospital.

"This is what you want to bring in, Vi?!"

"That's a box of food just like mangoes and oranges, sir! That one, yes, that I separated from earlier."

Mr. Yoyon also took the bag of crackle in question, along with two boxes of food cooked specifically for Mang Usin.

"Good afternoon!" greeting Ghavi as he opened the cook's inpatient room.

Earlier, this afternoon he had heard from Mr. Danar that Mang Usin had been transferred to the treatment room.

"Good afternoon!"

A middle-aged woman of Bu Yoyon's age stood up from her seat welcoming the arrival of Ghavi and Mr. Yoyon.

"Sorry, with whom, huh?" ask the woman while greeting Ghavi.

"I'm Ghavi, Mom! One of the donors at the place where you work.

"I'm sorry about the accident that happened to you, Mom!"

"And who is this?"

Mang Usin's wife looked at the person behind Ghavi.

"Oh, yes, this is Mr. Yoyon, my family!"

Ghavi appoints Mr. Yoyon.

Mr. Yoyon just nodded because his hand was carrying a food box and fruit bag.

"Oh, yes sir, just put it on the table there!"

Ghavi told Mr. Yoyon to put his luggage on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Mom, that's a yellow seasoned cork fish and boiled duck eggs for you and Mom! Especially for his Father. People say, cork fish and duck egg whites are good for people who have undergone surgery, because of the high content of albumin that can accelerate healing and drying of wounds," said Ghavi.

"Thank you very much, Neng! Sorry, so it's a hassle!" answer Mang Usin's wife.

"But, sorry you just slept, don't have the heart if you have to wake up now. I couldn't sleep last night. Whimpering continues. The heat, he said!"

"Yes, it's okay, Mom! Let the Father rest. We are not long either! We have to go home soon because there's still business!"

After chatting and chatting for a while, Ghavi and Mr. Yoyon finally came home.

"Mom, this is a little windfall for Mom! May you heal quickly!"

Ghavi handed the chocolate envelope to the cook's wife.

"It's a lot, Nope!" reject Mang Usin's wife.

The return of a thick enough envelope to Ghavi.

"It's okay, Mom! Just take!"

Ghavi put the envelope near the food box they had brought because the woman refused.

"Build your needs in the hospital!"

"But, Mr. Handy already bears all the costs, Non!"

"It's okay, Mom, just take it! Do not refuse the windfall. Insya Alloh my daughter sincerely, really!" timpat Mr. Yoyon who had just listened to the chatter of the two."

"All right, thank you very much!"

Finally, with a heavy heart, the woman accepted.

"Please excuse me, ma'am! If there's a chance next day, we'll stop by again."

Ghavi and Yoyon resigned.