
Tama's steps walked back one step, giving space. Next, his arm invited Akbar to the podium to convey a word of his speech.
Akbar nodded in understanding, he kept the map between his arms and waist.
Step, walk lightly. The opposite of his heart that feels will explode because of nervousness.
He set his breath. His eyeballs moved from the right corner of the hall to the left corner, examining him.
Akbar returned to say hello, to begin his conversation.
“Iya, really. Today is my first day working in this hospital.”
“It looks like what the old man said about me was too much” Akbar continued to humble himself.
“A long before me, in this hospital there have been many far experienced leaders from I”
“My experience in this field is still not as much and of course still in need of guidance from seniors-senior”, Akbar said asking for help Akepada the seniors who are in front of him.
“So does the staff, the koas and resident sisters. If I make a mistake. So, you do not hesitate to admonish me” continued Akbar ask for help to the staff.
Anton clucked in annoyance, hearing the soft words that Akbar gave him. He really wanted to beat up that guy.
Akbar stepped back, away from the podium.
He scrunched his forehead. Realizing that, an arm was raised upwards.
He stepped forward again, approaching the podium.
“What is the question?” akbar said asking, towards someone who was sitting on the back bench.
Anton waved his arm. Heard the question that Akbar asked. It immediately moved.
“Iya, May I ask this?” ask Anton with his voice.
What Anton said got him the attention of all the participants.
In contrast to Tama he frowned.
“Iya, Please” said Akbar please.
Furthermore, it looks like Akbar asked Mr. Mardi to help give a loudspeaker.
Akbar again tidied his glasses, his body looks straight facing toward someone who will ask questions to him.
Anton received a mic that the staff gave him. He grasped it firmly, then placed it under his chin.
“Didn't your family also have a hospital?” ask Anton.
Akbar nodded his head, assuring. Not for long a boisterous sound was heard in the contents of the hall muttering to each other.
“And as far as I know the hospital was much bigger than this.” Anton said then stopped his speech.
“Ahhh” Tama clucked annoyed at the silly question her grandson asked.
Beautiful turned her gaze to look towards Anton who spoke boldly. It was as if he had known Akbar before.
“Lantas, why you work here. Does your family no longer need you or do they deliberately send you here?” ask Anton.
Tama widened her eyes, she tried to order the staff to stop the boy's behavior. However, Akbar held him back.
“I will answer him” reply Akbar break the silence that had happened.
The beautiful look turned to the man. Obviously he knows why Akbar works here. How could he go to that place after what his father did?
“Iya, really. My family does manage a hospital, not only that the company is also engaged in food, drinks and fashion”, Akbar explained.
“Despite it all”
“It looks like my age is mature enough to determine the direction of my life”
“Included by coming to this place”
“I don't need to ask anyone's permission for the choice I made!”
“But, of course I need approval of Mr. Tama in order to be able to work in this place” continued Akbar then he faced towards Tama.
Tama nodded, assuring ucapa Akbar.
He quickly started to end the show today. And ask the staff to go back to exactly each.
“Call Anton to koan” tama said give an order to Mardi.
Mardi immediately agreed to his orders.
“Sorry Akbar, it looks like the event went less smoothly” said Tama.
“No, sir. It's okay” reply Akbar.
“Instead I thank you for your warm welcome for my arrival” said Akbar.
“Aish you do not need to hesitate” replied Tama with an arm that rubbed his back.
“Father do not need to worry, I make sure all the information here is safe” Akbar reassured Tama.
Without Akbar talking like that, Tama already knew what was going on between the two. Tama is Shakti's friend, Akbar's grandfather. The two made friends long enough so he knew all the ins and outs of Akbar's family.
However, Shakti's departure three years ago still left a pain in his heart. How could he forget it in such a short time. In fact, the memories they had were over thirty years old.
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Siska and Indah walked side by side in the hospital hallway.
Beautiful heart felt empty, after what happened in the hall earlier.
Akbar's presence, difficult to accept. Simultaneously Anton's reaction said he knew Akbar and it seemed like something was going on between the two. All those things, filled the head of Beautiful.
“Wah gilasihh, very cool yes Ndah” said Siska praised, with a tone of voice that sounded very happy.
“Who?” tanya Beautiful's.
“Pak Akbar” reply Siska.
Siska's words made Indah stop her steps. Then, he turned towards Siska with his frowning forehead.
“Yes, lo dangerkan”
“Usia is below us. But already have a PhD, working in hospital d swiss,terusss..” Siska stopped her speech, realizing Beautiful did not react to her.
“Lo why, from earlier ko ngga focus so” uajr Sisk protested.
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Anton walks through the door into Tama's room, his grandfather and the founder and director of rashh's hospital.
Tama turned her body around, she stared fed up at Anton who seemed unaware of his mistake.
Bugs
He threw a punch at Anton's stomach.
Making the man bend over, with an arm touching his stomach. Accompanied, the sound of pain groans.
“Jaga kau” said Tama.
“You know, what you did earlier almost made us lose an important person” he continued, defending Akbar.
Anton clucked in annoyance, his shiny eyes looking pestering his anger.
“Kakek believes, with the talk of br*ngsek's people?” tanya Anton emphasized her tone.
Tama nodded, definitely.
“Anton doesn't understand. Why, can grandpa nerima p*kill it here?” he continued, with a breathless tone of voice.
“Whatever happens between you, Grandpa doesn't care” reply Tama, firmly.
“Solve it outside working hours.”
“As long as he's in this place. No, bother him!” tama finished his speech by returning to give Anton orders.
What Tama said, did not hurt anton's self-esteem. How, could? He is more concerned with others than his own grandson.
“Is he that important?” ask Anton, in his heart.