Yiana: And Notes About Your Love
Episodes 2.3

Yiana just nodded slowly, briefly thanking the nurse who passed by giving a message to immediately to the administration desk. They broke the hug. Yiana sat on the edge of the bed, next to her frail mother. For a long time he stroked his hands gently and lived. Wrinkles, but fun to feel the unique texture typical of the elderly.

"House is empty if Mama is not around." Yiana started the conversation while looking at the hand through a sad look. "Every time I go home from work, my life is empty. Because Mama's not around, hospitalized."

"Oh, I'm sorry you've been living on your own" said the mother cupped Yiana's tiny face. "Every mother wants to sleep, Mama often imagine you do this alone. Wash your own clothes; clean your own house; watch your own TV."

"I don't mind doing everything myself, Ma," interrupted Yiana raised her voice. "I just .. don't have any friends to confide in. Usually when I go home from work, I immediately confide in Mama."

"Yes, too...." His mother nodded slowly. "Today, Mama promised: Mama will take care of her health so that Yiana still has friends to vent."

"Health matters don't make promises, Ma. It will be a sin." Yiana put on a smile. They laughed with their hands shut.

"Mom not bored here?" yiana asked, trying to spread her eyes around the room. Only the cream curtains that are open give way by the window. "When fitting I can not accompany Mama, Mama saturated."

"No," he answered weakly. "It's precisely here that Mama has a lot of entertainment."

"Entertainment?" For a moment Yiana's forehead wrinkled, then exhaled once. "Mama lied to me for sure."

"Mama seriously, honey. Many people talk to Mom."

"Oh yes." Yiana even chuckled faintly in between moving from the edge of the patient's gurney, intending to eat for a while in the hospital canteen. However, the officer's call undoes his wishes. "I'll take care of the administration first."

"Yes, honey."

After taking care of the administration by going to and fro and waiting, Yiana who was on the phone with her uncle returned to the nursery of the mother. Every time he stepped up, the cold sensation of the ceramic penetrated into his bare feet. The moment that Yiana liked the most if only being the child of a visitor, not the patient waiter.

"Yes, I'll be there with mama soon." A moment later, Yiana muttered assuringly. "No need. Take care of mama. I still have the strength to bring stuff. Yeph. Just wait in front of the fence for visitors."

He pushed the red button. Instantly the display changed with a series of chat from friends and groups. It doesn't matter, then Yiana ignored it. Approaching the nursery of the mother, a conversation rang out.

Yiana's steps stopped right at the doorway. Brow shriveling. Is Mama saying goodbye to other patients who are still being treated? Suddenly, Yiana's brain was claustrophobic about the positive air. Ah, maybe that's what my mother feels at home undergoing cultivation here. A smile rose on Yiana's lips.

"Don't be sad," said the mama-as far as Yiana heard. "I'll look up to you with my son."

"S-I also said he was allowed to go home." The patient spoke.

Wait, why is he staying here? Intentionally listen to their conversation? Yiana immediately shook her head quickly, immediately returning beside mama.

"Mama," Yiana called out to him as she waved the curtain that covered the gurney, "let's go home. I think it's waiting for us."

"Dear." Lucky Yiana hasn't moved the item, so quickly reply. "Do you agree not to take her home?"

Without being appointed who it was, Yiana's gaze turned to the figure of a man with a cotton pad attached to his forehead. His neck and right hand are gips. How pity. However, Yiana was instead staring at him full of probing.