TERRA, THE BEST MOTHER

TERRA, THE BEST MOTHER
MIDWIFE


A figure with a height of 170 and a weight of 75kg. Running around carrying the figure of a skinny old man. Some medics were surprised to see a girl go viral because she was responsive and deft to help the patient's life..


"Mom midwife!" they shouted and hurriedly picked up the gurney.


Dipto was put there. Some of them stared at the astonishment of the strong girl.


"Hey, why bother?" sahut Safitri is upset.


They ran the poor man away.


"Pressure, 89/80!" shouted Saf.


The medics nodded. The man entered the room for further treatment. Saf also sighed.


"The father was heavy, too" he lamented.


He just sat in a long stainless steel chair. Cold and hard. His ass hurts a little. Then he remembered the fried rice he had bought earlier left behind in the place of the man he had helped earlier. Luckily, he used his car. So he was able to get the man to the hospital quickly.


Five years as a midwife, bringing an abundance of material especially, he really likes to help anyone. Who would have thought, instead he helped a rich old man and gave him a lot of money. Until he can buy a house in the village and two-wheeled vehicles and also four.


When he gets into trouble at a clinic where he works. Saf dismantled the practice mall as well as abortion in that place.


The gray iris belongs to Saf, indicating that he is not of Indonesian descent. Living as a farm boy and a regular housewife. His father had the same iris as him. Her skin was also pure white and her hair was a little blond.


Her mother died on the operating table while giving birth to her sister. My sister followed an hour later. The death of his wife made his father fall ill and give up three years, coinciding with Saf's passing of midwifery. He went home and found a yellow flag in the courtyard of a modest house. Saf has declared the departure of his father. He remained steadfast, because in his mind crying did not make his father wake up also from his death.


A week after his father was buried. Safitri in a clinic. He found a lot of awkwardness since working there. Thanks to his genius, he managed to gather evidence and dismantle the rottenness of the place, after two years of work. It was there that he helped a rich man who almost became a victim of a mall practice one of the doctors.


"Thank you, son. You saved this old man."


He earned a lot of money, even though he refused hard. But, somehow the man was able to put some money in his account.


After the clinic closed, Saf was unemployed. Trying your luck to find a job in the city. He was accepted here, in this hospital.


"If you had not used Saf martial arts and a little acupuncturist," he muttered.


Stomach hurts. He's feeling hungry. The girl decided to go to the cafeteria. He also went to fulfill the stomach call that had been protesting.


Meanwhile, the Princess ran over and asked the hospital receptionist about the man someone was carrying.


"That's my dad!' pekik's panicking.


"Oh, just got into the ER!" replied the nurse waiting at the reception.


The princess quickly went to the ER. He was about to enter to coincide with one of the guard doctors.


"Loh, Sus. How come you're here? Aren't you on guard?" ask the doctor.


"My dad's inside, Doc!" replied Princess.


"Ah...wait a moment, he will be transferred to the VIP treatment room huh. All the rooms are full, the rooms are empty" explained the doctor.


Princesses nodded. It's a relief not to play. His father has entered the nursery, meaning it is not too dangerous.


"It was very good, it was quickly brought here," the doctor explained.


"Well, where was Saf's midwife?" the doctor also looked for the figure who had delivered the patient earlier.


"So who did my father, Saf's midwife?" ask the Princess to make sure.


"Yes, he was the one holding the patient. I'm surprised myself, there's such a strong woman?" the doctor replied half in disbelief.


Princesses silent. He recalled when the beautiful midwife said don't call him Fitri. The princess hid her smile.


The safe where Dipto was out, coincided with Saf having finished with his meal.


"How's Dok doing?" tanyakanya. He had not seen the Princess because she had turned her back.


Princesses turned. Saf stared. The gray iris instantly caught the round face of the girl in front of him.


"I, Princess, son of the man you saved Midwife's mother," said the full-fledged Princess.


Saf smile. He nodded. Then turn to the doctor who handles the man he was carrying.


"The patient was deprived of blood, or acutely anemic, he was also exhausted and dehydrated" the doctor explained.


"Now, just recover, because suddenly the anemia gradually improved" explained the doctor again.


Everyone is now in the VIP room. The man still closed his eyes. The princess is worried. Before long his sister and mother came with tears. Saf get out of there. He chose to go home.


"Son, how's your father doing?" nania asked while wiping her tears.


"Dad, unconscious yet, Mak," replied the gentle Princess.


"Rpa ... You know, Mak!" septian septian semringah.


The princess then pressed the button. One of the doctors came. He checked things out and smiled.


"The patient is okay. Now it's just recovery," he said. "The new day can come home, yes!"


The princess nodded, then thanked me. He also sought the existence of a midwife who helped his father earlier.


"Nak ...," call Dipto.


The princess was about to visit suddenly her phone rang. Lidya's name is right there.


"Princess answer the phone first, yes," he asked.


He also moved a little away. When putting that flat object in the ear. An annoyed tone and a barrage of direct questions he heard. Lidya was so upset, because the Princess did not contact her when her father was rushed to the hospital.


"Gue doesn't know either. You brought here bokap tuh, Midwife Saf!" obviously the girl.


"......!"


"Don't, tomorrow you go here. After all, my father is okay," explained the Princess.


".....?!"


"Yes, really. Bokap I'm okay. Yes, I was called, yes!"


".....!"


"Wa'alaikumussalam!"


The princess hung up her phone. He came to his father. Septian seemed to cry and apologized to his father.


"Sir, I'm sorry Ian, Ian can't be happy even for the hard," he said full of requests.


"No, Son. It's also my duty to help you. Just a father who does not remember the age" said Dipto.


"Well, I can't afford to give that much dowry. Ian backed off, Dad," said Septian resignedly.


"Well, what is it?" ask Nania confused.


"In addition to a hundred million, Prita also asked for the house that Ian cicil became on her behalf," he said.


"W-what?" his Princess could not believe it. "Your boyfriend asked for that?"


Septian nodded. He had already cut off his direct relationship with his lover.


"Yesterday, when he asked for a dowry and a house, I immediately sent him off. He did not accept and rampaged. He took this to court" the young man explained.


"What is the charge?"


"Fraud and disavow" replied Septian again.


"Then?" the princess again began to get upset.


"He won't report the origin, the house I love him," the man replied again.


"Yes, just love. Tell him to nyicil next," said the Princess.


"She asked for her certificate on her behalf, so I'm basically taking the house for her and her family" Septian replied weakly.


"It's tired, brother. I want to love him and sell the motor for the full house, and then do not connect Ama him again forever," said Septian resigned.


"I don't want to because of the report, our family's messed up, my work must be messed up too. I really want to minjem to the company, then I ask to move to the headquarters so that the salary is great and pay the debt to the company cepet," explained Septian again.


"To head office, means to Europe dong?" ask Princess.


Septian nodded. Nania shakes.


"Don't stay with me anymore, son," she asked.


"But, if Ian were here, Prita would definitely be looking for trouble, Mak," said Septian in despair.


Dipto cried hearing his son's decision. The princess was silent. He can't help much. One pair of eyes and ears heard it. The man smiled meaningfully too.


seriated.


ah who is he?


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