SAWMILL
117. SOLIKIN'S CONDITION
After a few minutes of waiting, the nurse who had contacted the administration to inquire about Mr. Solikin came to me.
“Sorry to have waited for bu...”
“Indeed Solikin was planned to come out today, but suddenly the doctor who handled Mr. Solikin canceled”
“Perhaps because there are still examination results that worry bu. Ehhmm this for solikin sir is in room number 3 bu”
“Good sister, thank you for the info, I try there now sus...”.
I quickly headed to room 3, the location of room number three is a little far from the room mas Agus.
I wonder how much pain Mr. Solikin suffered until he has not been allowed to leave the hospital.
But yes I think it is better not to leave the hospital first, because the current state of the sawmill is not safe.
As far as this hospital has begun to be quiet, because the besuk clock is up, hopefully later Mr. Solikin has improved and can remember as usual.
“Well that's room number three..”
“Duh.. I kok deg deg an ya hihihi”.
I opened the door to room number three closed…
I didn't go straight inside, but I took a peek so I sure didn't bother the person who was inpatient here.
I walked in slowly, then I closed the door slowly..
The room here is different from the one occupied by Mas Agus…
This room looks gloomy and ancient, maybe this is an old building, while the one occupied by mas Agus is a new building.
This room has four beds as well, and everything is filled…
Unfortunately I could not see Solikin's mother, while the average sleeping patient turned to the right, so I could not see her face.
“Maybe bu Solikin sedan go home”
And at this time the guard may be his son or his brother.
One by one I saw that Mr. Solikin was in the last bed of four full beds here.
“Assalamualaikum ..”
“Waalaikum salam... uh mbak this who ya?” ask a woman who is looking after Mr. Solikin
“My name is Tina... uh is this inpatient really Solikin sir?”
“Iya right.. mbak this what father?” ask her with a suspicious face
“My wife Mr. Agus.. uh Mr. Agus is the guard house sawmill”.
“It just so happened that my husband was hospitalized in room twelve due to hit-and-run”
“Eh sorry mom... uh bu solikin where ya?”
“I am his daughter father. and my mother happened to be home ushered my husband to take a change of clothes.My name is Santi”.
“I Agustina.. but just call Tina...”.
“How is father Santi?”
“Hmmm should have been out of the hospital by now, but after the doctor's examination, it was not allowed to go home”
“But how is the visual state of mr mbak Santi?”
“Father has started to remember everything, there is only something strange.
“She always talks for mercy..jeez.”.
“Sometimes he calls the name Inggrid as well. I do not know who Inggrid it” said the son of pak solikin with surprise.
“Then what he often calls it names like Wandi…... “
“Say my mother.The ones mentioned it are the ones who used to be in the sawmill” house.
“Sometimes while sleeping your face is frightened, you must be having a terrible dream..and then he calls do not hurt me... I do not want to know what you sell!”.
Mr. Solikin's son then fell silent for a moment, he seemed to be thinking and remembering something that Mr. Solikin had said.
Santi was silent while frowning his forehead, so that his thick eyebrows were like fused between his left and right.
“Kok diem mbak Santi, what is Santi thinking?”
“I try to remember the words you mentioned again mbak..
“Bapak only mentions once and I think it is important.. I did not tell my mother, because it seems dangerous... but I forgot!”.
“Already mbak Santi..don't be forced.. later will appear yourself”.
“I am here until tomorrow mbak, maybe later tonight or afternoon I am here again. I want to meet with Mrs Solikin mbak”
After saying goodbye, I came out of Mr. Solikin's room…
I walked in the hospital hallway, but there are those who are thinking to the front of the hospital, who knows there are others who are waiting for Agus mas.
What better I pretend to buy food in front, who knows if there was someone this morning..
Ok. I'm now going out in front of the hospital…
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I walked to the outside of the hospital area. It turns out that pecel baskets that were not sold this morning, this afternoon are open only stalls that sell mixed rice and meatballs only.
Before I crossed. I noticed first across the street, whether there was still a motorbike yesterday morning or not.
Turns out the side across the street was deserted….
There are no motorbikes parked on the side of the road.
“Search safe...”
After I think it is safe. I crossed the street.my destination is one of the stalls that sells rice mixed models like warteg so.
I noticed one by one the stalls in front of me, it turns out that there is one warun that looks lonely, while the other there are several buyers.
So I decided to go to the stalls that are quiet, all I eat here, so as not to disturb mas Agus.
“Excuse me bu..”
“Upload mbak...want to eat what?” ask the seller
“There is vegetable soup bu?”
“There is mbak, ngersake (want ) sop the same side dish what mbak?”
“Sop and fried chicken, continue to love sambel ya bu... uh drink iced tea course”
The atmosphere this afternoon was indeed hot, as a result there was no one standing or parking vehicles on the side of the road.
On average they will shelter in the stall to just drink or do lunch like me.
“Monggo mbak..” said the food seller while giving rice soup and a glass of iced tea my order
“These are taking care of the patient?” ask the rice seller
“Picture ma'am, my ailing husband, got hit and run in village”
“Waduh, piye (how) the state of her husband mbak?”
“Have been mengingan ma'am, now only his head is still sick”
I was a bit irritated too. I also wanted a bribe but was invited to talk to the seller.
But no papa, just for friends to talk…
“What is her husband mbak This one who works at the sawmill house?”
I was silent when the mothers of the seller said about the origin of the mas Agus..
I wonder how this half fat woman can know about Mas Agus.
“Kok Mom can know?”
“Iya mbak.. from earlier there were some people who stopped by here”.
“They are talking about the person who got hit and run..”.
“They are who mom if I can know?” I was really curious at last too
“Waduh less know I mbak. anyway they wait until the person who was the victim of hit-and-run was out of the hospital”.
“One of the people has a mouth longer than his nose bu.... and is called Kunyuk?”
“Iya right mbak... person who can not be said to be handsome that a little out of here and look towards the gate of hospital”.
“Indeed how many people ma'am, why do you call them?”
“The first one that came was only two people mbak... the ugly one earlier and the theme...”.
“Not long after that someone came again.he walked here.The person is old mbak”.
“Eh that comes and is old it is called Yet or No or called by the name Wito?”
“It looks like Wito mbak..yes its name is Wito.. but the one called Yet or No is the other friend.who came with a person who can not be said handsome it hehehe..”.
“About knowing them?”
“I don't know mom.... who knows is my husband....what are they chatting here?”.
“They said we should wait for Agus to get out of here..
“Then the ugly one said. Agus was the only eyewitness who was dangerous to them”.
“Then they order food... but that ugly one doesn't eat mbak, because he said he just ate pecel”.
“After they ate, the three of them left here”
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Please forgive…
I can't update too much and maybe tomorrow I can't update, because I'm on my way to Bali.
My mother yesterday Maghrib died.
So please excuse me
Salutations
Bashi Maid