
At seven o'clock the two lovebirds who had been walking hand in hand with each other affectionately were now in front of the door of Ratih's treatment room. The door of a VVIP treatment room with all the best facilities in it.
Dara stared at Wira at a glance. Tightening the handle on a sturdy arm that is formed perfectly fit complete with veins that slightly protrude to the surface, making the sturdy arm look more sexy and certainly makes the women rustle to see it hoping to wrestle spoiled there too.
Dara then took a deep breath, pushed the door with her husband and stepped in steadily. Haris turned his head towards the sound when the squeak from the door of the room that opened distracted him. It appears there the child and his daughter-in-law who came while carrying a paper bag that must have contained the food he asked for Ratih.
With a still timid step Dara ventured closer to the side of the bed near Haris where her mother-in-law lay.
"I'm sorry, I just got here now because I didn't know about this earlier." Dara said quietly and still seemed awkward.
"Not what son. How's it going? why not just rest at home" said Haris with a worried face.
"I, too, want to visit. Besides Mas Wira continues to worry about the condition of the mother when at home, so we decided to stay here to accompany," said Dara who followed the nod Wira agreed.
Haris looked at Dara affectionately, he was truly grateful to the Creator for making this girl as his son's companion as well as the mother who bore his precious grandchild.
"Oh yes, sir, I would like to add incriminating evidence to our demands on Michelia. The fugitive sold his fake diamond to your mother for a good amount and that's what caused her to faint in the jewelry store after testing its authenticity." Haris said everything to Wira according to the information he obtained from Ratih.
"Now where is the evidence? I'll leave it to the authorities."
"We'd better talk outside and get the evidence in the car" Haris told his son.
"Darling, can you take mom for a second? I promise it won't be long" pinta Wira rubbed Dara's head gently.
The father and son immediately came out of the treatment room leaving Ratih and Dara inside. Ratih who had closed his eyes slowly woke up, when his eyes were perfectly open he found the young girl he often reviled sitting on his bedside chair with a soothing smile.
"How's Auntie doing now?" Dara immediately tried to say hello and had prepared herself somehow Ratih's response to him later.
"It's better," he said weakly with an unreadable expression.
"Thank God. This is the porridge that Bu Rina made, does Aunt want to eat it now while it's warm?" Dara opened the paper bag she carried, took out a thermos containing green bean porridge and placed it on the bedside table.
Ratih was silent for a moment, then finally nodded his head in agreement. Although an awkward atmosphere surrounded the two, but Dara tried to be calm.
He arranged the bed with a remote controller so that his mother-in-law leaned in a slightly upright position to make it more comfortable. Then pour the green bean porridge into the available bowl, put it on a small table and thrust it in front of Ratih.
"Please eat it, to recover quickly."
Ratih began to justify his sitting position and grabbed a spoon, but as a result had not eaten anything since the morning his hand holding the spoon seemed to tremble with weakness and all that did not escape Dara's observation.
"Tante.. how about I'm going," Dara bargained despite doubts Ratih would accept his offer.
"Will you.. will you do it for me?" ratih said unexpectedly with words thrown from Dara's mouth, considering how bad he was treating the woman his son loved.
"Of course," said Dara full of proclamation. He immediately took over the spoon from Ratih's hand and began to feed his mother-in-law without hesitation.