
"Mass? There yet?" Ask the nurse.
Andre was surprised he was daydreaming again. "Sorry, I'm sorry, so that's it. I guess my brother's right going out this afternoon." Andre was a little disappointed. "Thank you for the information and for listening to me." Andre's talking like he's gonna hang up.
"Wait For Me!" Stop that nurse. "I'll try asking the other staff. I promise I will preach it through Wa. Is it okay to wait?" Andre caught the intent of the nurse who was going to work on his request.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, I'm not feeling so good like this." Andre.
"It's okay, I'm just waiting for the next news!" His advice. "My mother closed first, it looks like someone called me from earlier." Luckily, the nurse stopped the call by herself.
"Please Mbak. I hung up." Andre Pamit.
"Damel." Andre's mind when he returned to make sure Anis was not there. Andre was a little regretful for having spoken for too long so Anis was nowhere to be seen. She was a little confused and felt if there was anything Anis wanted to talk about or wanted her to show me. Should I find Anis? Andre was beginning to be confused by his actions back then.
But Andre could not hold back any longer the curiosity that plagued his mind. He had to look for Anis even though that sounded impossible. However, Andre had to make sure, he also looked at the watch which still showed a few more hours towards the afternoon, at least enough time of an hour that he could use to go out and after that quickly return home before Mr. Tarman looking for him.
Andre turned around and was immediately shocked when he found Mr. Rais standing behind him and looking at him sharply. Now he knows what it feels like to be caught wet for lying.
Andre was still dumbfounded to the point of not being able to say a word. One thing he thought, Mr. Rais must have eavesdropped on his conversation on the phone.
"Sorry Sir!" Said Andre who was tight-fisted holding back awkwardly and fearfully. Fear if Mr. Rais has caught the core of the conversation and will complain to Mr. Tarman if he has doubted it.
"How is this?" Andre's mind when he saw Mr. Rais who was still silent did not immediately answer him.
"So the hospital was closed? Why didn't you tell me from earlier?" Babe Mr. Rais looks a little angry. Andre did not tell me about the hospital that was closed intentionally during the afternoon.
Andre nodded his head in response to Yes. "I think Mr. Tarman told me this." Answer weakly.
"He didn't tell me the hospital was closed." The words of Mr. Rais who sounded still did not lower his tone made Andre more and more dag-dig-dug unbecoming. "Something must have gone wrong!" His knot that made Andre roll his eyes looked in wonder towards Mr. Rais. "of course! Where maybe this time there's a patient who wants to get out of the hospital while the hospital is closed." Bright Mr. Rais as he caught Andre's gaze with great certainty.
"Now how is it, sir? What about my friend, I'm afraid my friend there's something there." Andre started to rouse unsettled, constantly questioning his worries.
"We're going to see Tarman to make sure again." Her speech. "And the nurse you called earlier." The connection again that immediately made Andre round his eyes. Finally he had to choose to see the nurse, how was that?
"Hurry up, we're home now!" Mr. Rais again warned Andre who was always daydreaming. Andre hastily followed in the footsteps of Mr. Rais entering the house.
Inside the house, De Tri, Mr. Tarman, Mr. Rais and Andre. Sit quietly in the living room. Everyone had serious faces at that moment. Andre could only occasionally stare at Mr. Tarman who was very serious looking towards Mr. Rais without speaking, he again lowered his face again. While Tri looks confused maybe in his heart he continues to wonder why is now involved in the chat to three men who still question RSJ cempaka.
"So how are we supposed to do, Tarman?" Ask Mr. Rais to break the silence.
Mr. Tarman was silent with a cold face, not that he could not answer or give advice, his silence showed his anger which he was trying to hold.
Andre who actually has a problem in this case because of course all the problems are only related to Andre, but reversed because Mr. Tarman, Mr. Rais who is more concerned about everything about the hospital.
"Of course it's not right, Rais. We can't just shut up." Mr. Tarman complains who looks calm when saying that, when at first glance Andre sees the emotions that are buried in him.
"How do you want Andre?" It was unexpected that Mr. Rais asked him back. Andre was stunned when he found out the question was for him. "So, how is it sir. I'm quite confused." Andre replied nervously, even his words he spoke were not fluent. Of course his heart was still trembling at Mr. Tarman's expression.
"Loh, you should know better. Now what you're dealing with is a big deal." The light of Mr. Rais made Andre gasp to see Mr. Rais who was no less enthusiastic. But precisely from the attitude of everyone invited a lot of questions that stirred in Andre's mind. What kind of trouble has this family ever faced about the hospital? They seemed to harbor a great feeling of anger, but everything was delayed almost as if it became a great grudge.
"It's like what happened, Rais. Tri's sister is like that too, right? The hospital is closed, can't be reached, we can't go in there right? But finally, Sri was dead!" Obviously Mr. Tarman with an overflowing emotional tone.
Hearing it was like thousands of bombs were blown up in front of Andre. A thousand reasons are lost to worry now Andre can not need any reason. He could tell just how great the matter of Sani being debated in the room was. Andre knew how angry each day the people in front of him were.
"We called the nurse earlier, sir, preferably now. The nurse also offered to meet." Andre immediately smoothly suggested the idea that appeared in his mind instantly. It was logical for Andre with the nurse that he could ask for help to find out.
"There's no more time. We can't talk anymore and wait until Sani dies there." Reject Mr. Tarman with great confidence and certainly make Andre surprised by his statement.