Zara For Pramudya
Zara Aulia

Zara looked at her grandmother who was being guided by a nurse towards the room to

washes blood. Slowly the figure of the two disappeared behind the door and when it was too, too,

the beautiful face of Zara who was previously decorated with a smile vanished. Only a heavy breath could be heard.

“Mother Zara?”

A female doctor in her white coat and a report on hand greeted Zara

when he turned around. “Doctor Tessa.”

“Let's come to my room. I will explain the development of your grandmother's condition.”

Zara nodded and followed the doctor into her room.

About twenty minutes passed before Zara came out with her usual facial expression. Nothing new, just the same report he heard. Either he should be happy or sad.

Stably.

That's core. Ordinary the word means good, but not for the situation of Zara who wishes her grandmother could be cured. However, he knew, only one way could cure his grandmother.

Kidney donor.

“Hah..”.

At the same time, someone also breathed. Zara immediately turned her gaze to the side and caught the figure of a grandmother with the man on his back.

“Why the hell, Oma? Is there no other topic besides dating or marriage?” Seen from

behind, the man was like twitching his temple.

“If now the position you have been dating, grandma will not worry like this either. Two

twenty-seven years and all you ever carry is a gym bag or your assistant, Genta,” obviously

the grandmother with a suspicious tone veiled.

But, only a fool did not understand the meaning of the grandmother after hearing the two

the words he put up were so clear.

“Oma!! I'm not gay!”

Hearing that, Zara could barely hold back her laughter. As a result, he hurriedly left

the place was headed for the receptionist to take care of her grandmother's hospital bills. However, the incident

the little guy managed to bring back a little smile on his face.

‘And when the man looks gallant from his sturdy back and high posture,’ inner

Zara's. Just looking at it from behind alone, Zara was already a little fascinated. It's a pity that

until gay. However, Zara quickly shook her head. There is no time for such a thing.

Sure enough, the happiness only lasted a split second until Zara stared nanar

nominal to be paid.

"I have to find where else, O Allah .." whispered the girl. Zara could only smile to the part

administration and start giving her debit card whose balance is enough to wash the blood

to day. Somehow next week.

With her thoughts in mind, Zara approaches the hospital garden where she spends her life

time to wait for his grandmother with a bag. However, his worries slowly

he wiped his appetite until his hand stopped. A drop after a drop of water

eyes drenched the girl's cheeks.

Inwardly, he wanted to prevent this weak feeling but he was unceasingly blaming himself

he failed to care for his grandmother, the only family member he had

after both parents died in a traffic accident while leaving

working in the factory where they make a living.

taking care of my grandmother and reducing expenses. Although, Zara's income is still enough for their daily lives, but severance pay and second Raharja services

his parents were used up when the grandmother was convicted of suffering from kidney failure

he needs to wash his blood.

his BPJS had exceeded the quota, especially his grandmother had to be three times a week. Zara did not want to owe because she knew that to return must be difficult because her grandmother's needs will continue.

"O Allah, give your way, which is not haram, so that I may find it

grandmother's treatment fund. Hopefully my application in big offices is accepted so that I can

help grandma. Aamiin...." Zara prayed fervently.

***

After nearly an hour of waiting, Zara took a breath and began to set

his mind. It was time to buy his grandmother's favorite rice wrap so that he immediately ate after treatment. However, Zara, who was less focused at the time because of her thoughts, was unaware of the fifty thousand money that had fallen out of her pants pocket.

At first Zara felt traumatized about the hospital because it reminded her parents

but the taste had to be buried deeply for the sake of his grandmother who had to do the dialysis.

With a hasty step, Zara walked into the hospital canteen. Zara immediately took

rice wrap before queuing to pay.

When it came to his turn, Zara panicked when she did not find the money. Meanwhile, the cashier guard was getting impatient, let alone seeing the long queue behind.

"Sir, so isn't this the rice?" ask the cashier in a non-dressing tone and a cynical look. Zara who was not happy immediately decided to retreat first so as not to hinder the others.

"Sorry, Ma'am, then first,” said Zara.

"Basic! If you don't have money, don't shop here. Time out for people!” Omelette

the cashier's guard made Zara's face paled for a moment before embarrassment enveloped her.

In addition, anger also burned his heart.

"Lho, Ma'am, why insult me? Not that I don't want to buy, but I'm looking for the money first

that's why I left the queue. Where do I waste people's time? Don't

judging people like that dong!” zara's reply didn't accept being insulted like that.

"Here, your style says get some money first! Most will lie later to say the money falls

begging for debt first and then not pay, but I was wronged if nibih” taunted the woman.

At that time, a man was seen just entering the hospital canteen and immediately heard the words of the cashier. His attention quickly turned to the scene.

His forehead wrinkled and his jaw tightened, showing an unpleasant expression. Without hesitation, Pramudya immediately headed for the cashier.

Then, before Zara could reply to the mocking words, a loud voice with a pressing tone shocked her.

"So that's how you serve the buyer? Where's your manager?" That authoritative voice

spontaneous makes Zara look up. Instantly, her beautiful eyes were rounded. Two pairs of eyes

meeting and awe hit Zara's heart.

Oh, my God, his looks.

***

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