Me, You And The Marriage Contract
Very Stiff (3)

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Quinsha's breath began to stabilize, although it was still short but, it did not appear painful anymore. The worried face is still paled, still giving a sign that the sick is not fully okay. Quinsha was unconscious, but first aid as well as the best medicine had been given to this little girl.

Kayana noticed the drop by drop infuse fell and walked according to her time into the hose that emptied into the little datahair of Quinsha. There was a bit of bitterness in there, Kayana did not until the heart saw the pain that was being held by the young child who was not even five years old.

Slowly and lovingly, Kayana stroked Quinsha's head. Whispering a sincere word of encouragement from the recesses of his soul, accompanied by a hopeful prayer to the Almighty for Quinsha to come to her senses. Kayana sat by the bed in the emergency room, accompanying Quinsha in her unconsciousness.

“How's my grandson?” Kayana heard a vibrating sound sign of crying at the entrance of the emergency room. Kayana guess, it must be the Quinsha family who is worried about the condition of the little girl.

“Mother calm first yes, Quinsha has been treated by our best pediatrician.” The voice of Hadi's docter was then heard answering the anxiety of his penance.

“Mana, where's my grandson? I want to see it?” Now that voice sounded hoarse in Kayana's ears. Kayana suspected that the Quinsha family had failed to hold back the pace of her tears.

“Mother come with me, come!”

Kayana stood up, wanting to try to make room for whoever it was that sounded so frightened from her voice.

“Cucuku, yes Lord....cucuku.”.

Kayana pulled over, noticing a sad sight. From the position he stood, Kayana saw the hairdo in a small and neat bun that had begun to be colored in white. Guess Kayana, the woman who was hugging Quinsha must be the grandmother.

“She's a lady of Syria. Granny from Quinsha.” Somewhat whispering, Hadi's doctor gave Kayana a brief explanation.

And Kayana, she just nodded slowly for Hadi's explanation. His eyes were too focused on noticing, how the broken heart of the woman who was the little girl's grandmother discovered the current state of her granddaughter. Clearly, Kayana could tell how dear the grandmother was to her granddaughter.

“Mistress,” Somehow the courage from which Kayana advanced near the Mother of Syria. “We have done our best for Shasa. Now we let the drugs work! Madam must be sure, soon Shasa will escape from her bad condition!”

“Is it so bad?” Ask Shania while stroking Quinsha's tiny hand. He put that hand on his cheek.

Shania looked at Doctor Hadi, there was doubt in her heart to answer that question. And doctor Hadi, as if he could understand what Kayana's gaze meant to him then, slowly doctor Hadi nodded his head and closed his eyes. Signalling for Kayana to explain everything honestly to the grieving middle-aged woman.

“Iya,” Kayana takes a breath for a moment. “At the time brought here Shasa's level of consciousness went down. A little while ago Shasa just got help. So, Shasa had experienced reaski anaphylaxis.”

“What does that mean?” Syria does not understand.

“I mean, Shasa got an allergic reaction that could be life-threatening. There was swelling in his respiratory tract, shortness of breath and dizziness. As a result his consciousness decreased, could not breathe normally and felt pain in the chest.” Kayana tried to explain in as simple a language as possible, the language of the layman.

“Ooooh..cucuku.” Shania lifted the tiny fingers that were just sitting on the hospital bed, pressed her lips together once more and kissed her inside. As if trying to absorb all the pain of the grandson and trying to move all on him. Syria is very heartfelt.

“Nyonya”. Not until the heart, Kayana advanced even closer, standing just behind Syria. He placed his right hand on the left shoulder of Syria. Trying to comfort in his helplessness.

Shania saw rows of taut fingers that felt warm on her left shoulder. Clearly his heart felt that there was deep empathy that the owner of the fingers sent to him, making the recesses of his heart feel close.

Syria turned. Pay attention to the casual shoes worn by someone in front of him. Simple shoes, plain and black. Then, his gaze rose even more upwards. Light blue material pants with rubber on the ankle, it looks like baggy pants are also in the simple category. Until, the typical white coat of a doctor's suit appears to cover a yellow shirt in it.

“Nak?” Syria did not believe the end of her observation, right on the face of someone who had been encouraging her. And there are questions that are filled with doubt voiced by Syria. “You're a doctor turned out?”

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“Mother,” old Kayana hugs Syria. Hugging the body of the baby-beak woman who looked very sad sitting with herself on the double sofa in front of the Quinsha bed, was very bad with the current situation. Gently, Kayana stroked the mother of Syria's back, letting her spill her heart.

In just a second, Shania let go of Kayana's embrace. Look at those dark brown eyes. Without a sound, without a word, only a heavy sigh could be heard there. What a sight that makes the heart sad. Doctor Hadi who from the beginning was silent with the view of the proximity of Kayana and Mother of Syria, even more convinced. It was amazing to see how great Kayana was to calm Syria, her mother a Sadewa who seemed to be getting tired on the sofa, in the Quinsha treatment room. Persuading the granny who was in the middle of this shaking with a soft voice and sincere smile.

Not to mention bi Nun, in a torrent of tears saddened by the condition of the mistress, she was also made to not believe the scenery in front of her eyes. The big madam seemed so close to the beautiful doctor who had helped save the little lady who was her foster child. So sincere and patient the beautiful doctor calmed the mistress, Bibi to the point of opening her eyes many times, as if wanting to ascertain the truth of her current spectacle.

“Mother don't cry anymore huh,” talk soft and well mannered, Kayana wipe away the tears on the tired face of Syria. “Shasa must be strong, she must have realized soon.”

“Mom told you, don't go see that woman. But the gods do not listen. Look, look son,” Syria pointed at Quinsha who was lying with her eyes tightly closed, infuse crouching in her left hand and breathing apparatus in her nose. “She's still very small son, I don't want to lose Quinsha.”

“No, mom won't lose Quinsha. Believe!” clasping the hand of Syria. “Bu, Quinsha is a strong little girl, she can go through all this. You have to believe ! Soon enough, Quinsha definitely opened her eyes.”

“Iya, yes,” Shania nodded her head, trying to believe all of Kayana's words to her, hoping they were all right. Hope is so great for my beloved grandson.

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For almost an hour Quinsha has been moved to the treatment room, the best room with luxurious hotel-style decorations, very soothing for the patient and for the accompanying family of course. Quinsha lying with her hands still attached to the infuse on a soft bed, Hadi's doctor had ordered the Hospital staff to bring the best bed for the little miss of the British family.

In the right corner of the room, there is a round wooden table with a vase of flowers containing fresh lilies on it, giving natural freshness to everyone in the room, like a fragrant room only. Then, there are a variety of fresh fruit, mineral water to soft drinks and a variety of wet and dry cakes as a complementary snack table. Not to forget, a soft sofa that is comfortable set in front of the patient's bed. Making anyone who sits there will immediately be able to see the condition of the patient being treated. Finally, a clean bed with green sheets has also been prepared on the left side of the room, a bed for anyone who may plan to accompany patients there.

“Mother seems very tired.” Kayana massaged Shania's arm slowly, trying to ease the fatigue of the woman who was still clearly a beauty stroke in her youth, on the face full of sadness. “How about you just go home and rest, Shasa let Ana take care?”

“Ahhh, I do not feel calm if I have to leave Quinsha.” Reject Syria.

“Bu, we still don't know how long Quinsha will be conscious, therefore I have to rest! Because when Shasa wakes up later, she must be in desperate need of her mother, grandmother.” Kayana smiled at Syria.

“So will mom go home and rest at home, wait for news from Ana ?” Kayana patted softly on the back of the Syrian hand.

“You trust Ana? Ana must take care of Shasa as best as possible!” kayana's sincere smile again adorned the corners of her lips. Kayana is very polite, very gentle, to make Syria melt, nodding slowly.

“Good son, I'm going home. But, promise me you'll always tell mom!” Pinta Shania.

“Surely, and I don't doubt that. The most important thing now is that mom rest and please help pray for Shasa to be healthy fast!” Kayana hugged Syria for a moment. Stabbed the backs of Syria so gently.