Sincerity of Love JONATHAN
51. Hotel room key

"That's because of the effects of overeating, sir," replied the Doctor. "The stomach is cramping and I recommend Mr. Fahmi be treated for a while, to recover his condition."

"Eating excessively?!" Mr. Haji Samsul seemed to frown, then looked at Fahmi. "What are you eating, Fahmi, to such an extent?! And you are not sane or not, anyway?! Don't you also know .. overeating is not allowed! Huge rule!" yells nagging.

"I don't overeat" Fahmi said. He deliberately lied for fear of being scolded and ashamed of Ustad Jonah and Sandi. He doesn't want to look bad in front of other people.

"Did the doctor lie?!" Now Mr. Haji Samsul accused the Doctor of lying.

"Why am I lying? What's in it?" The doctor replied casually.

"You're really not sane, Mi! You may eat at a party. Your initial intention came just to meet Ustad Hamdan, why use all dining events. There must be a lot of illegal food!" furious Mr. Haji Samsul, his emotions look overflowing.

Ustad Yunus and Sandi could only look at each other and shake their heads.

"And I told you, Pa, I'm not full!" refute Fahmi who also looks emotional, but he again grimaced when he felt his stomach ache. "I'm sure .. My stomach hurts there must be another cause. Not because of the crunch."

"I've checked on you, but what you're eating isn't dangerous at all." Before Fahmi thought of the no-no, the Doctor explained it straight away.

"I'm sure .. because the food at Mr. Joe's party was so good. You're full, aren't you?" guess Sandi while chuckling.

"Don't just talk!" snapped Fahmi while glaring at Sandi. "The meal at Jojon's party is nothing compared to my restaurant!"

Sandi clucking. "But why—"

"Because the Father has come and Fahmi is fine .. me and Sandi say goodbye, yes, sir," said Ustad Yunus who immediately cut the words of his nephew.

"You can't go home!" ban Mr. Haji Samsul. When he saw the two men were about to step away, he immediately blocked the hand of one of them.

"Why can't you?" asked Ustad Yunus confused.

"How are you supposed to be responsible, anyway? Time just doesn't understand?!" berang Pak Haji Samsul's.

"What responsibility? Kan Fahmi's pain is not our fault, sir," said Ustad Yunus.

"Partially, you should be thankful .. We've taken Fahmi to the hospital. Without us maybe Fahmi's life has been lost." Sandi chimed in with an annoyed face.

"Don't just talk! You think you're God, who knows when humans are?!"

Sandi sighed heavily, for a long time she felt careless talking to the old man who was 11 12 like his son. Proud and wants to win by himself.

"We'll just go home, Om," asked Sandi to Ustad Yunus.

However, when the Omnya was about to brush off the hand of Mr. Haji Samsul from his wrist—man was precisely blocking it getting stronger.

"If you don't want responsibility, please give me Jojon's number!" the door with a pushy tone.

"What do you want, sir?" asked Ustad Yunus who still looked patient, although to be honest he was also annoyed at the man's attitude. "This issue has nothing to do with Mr. Joe. All his faults are with Fahmi, so please .. behave like a good Muslim and let me and Sandi get out of here."

After that, he brushed off the rough hand of Pak Haji Samsul, then stepped quickly with his nephew.

The old man actually wanted to chase after them, but all of them were snuffled at hearing Fahmi squealing in pain

"Duh, Pa! My stomach hurts so much! Take me to the toilet, you want to poop!" ringisnya while brimming the stomach.

"Nurse!!" Instead of directly obeying the request of the child, Pak Haji Samsul actually shouted to call two male nurses who had just passed by.

Both of them looked up and rushed closer.

"What's up, huh, sir?" ask one of them.

"You're gonna get paid in this hospital, so help my son. Take her to the toilet and take her to her nursery" she asked, grumbling.

The two men in white uniforms nodded, then immediately pushed Fahmi's wheelchair towards the nearby toilet.

"Please go to the front receptionist, to fill out the inpatient form," said the Doctor.

"I have to tell Ustad Hamdan about his son-in-law's evil behavior. He could have died for Fahmi. Though... Fahmi was already quite breastfed for giving up Syifa for him. The Jojon should be thanking her .. not even working on her!"

***

The reception had been completely quiet by 3am. And finally, Abi Hamdan, Papi Paul and Umi Maryam were able to rest inside the hotel room.

"Sorry Abi, yes, Umi ... Abi did not know Umi waited for Abi to fall asleep," said Abi Hamdan with a guilty face. He looked at his wife who was at the side.

Indeed, Umi Maryam had slept in a chair while listening to some students who teach. Maybe because I was tired.

"It's okay, Bi. Indeed, Umi was willing to watch the speaker really," replied Umi Maryam with a smile.

Ting~

Before long, the elevator doors opened. And the three men went out together.

"Well ... his room was a lot, where the door was high again." Umi Maryam stared in amazement at some of the room doors on the 3rd floor while stepping in her husband's hand. Everything looks closed too.

"Name is also a hotel, Mi. Yes it is natural" Abi Hamdan replied casually. He deliberately answered like that so as not to impress tacky in front of his iron.

"Then, I go in first yes, Mr. Hamdan ... Miss Maryam, good night" said Papi Paul, who stopped in front of room 201. Then he rang the bell, for he did not hold the key.

"Lho, Sir! Where are our rooms?" abi Hamdan asked quickly before Papi Paul's bedroom door opened and the man left them.

"Lho, are you not told to know Joe?" Papi Paul asked because he did not know.

Ceklek~

The door to Papi Paul's room slowly opened and Mami Yeri came out. The woman had changed into a red kimono nightgown, her eyes looking faint as if she had just woken up.

"Eh, Mr Hamdan and Ms Maryam haven't entered the room yet? Why?" tanyanya while staring at the iron alternately.

"Where's the room for us, huh, ma'am? I don't know" said Umi Maryam.

"That's next door, Mom." Mami Yeri pointed in the next direction. "Number 202. The lock also has a number, try to check it out."

Umi Maryam immediately noticed a card she was currently holding. That's right, there's a number there. "Oh yeah, I forgot to look at it."

"Jojon's room ... Uh, that means Syifa and Joe. Where, yes, Mom?" ask Abi Hamdan.

"This, sir." Mami Yeri pointed at the room that was in front. Number 300.

"Oh that. Yes ... Good night, sir, Mom," said Abi Hamdan.

"Night too, Mr. Hamdan, Miss Maryam." Mami Yeri and Papi Paul answered simultaneously, then went into the room.

"But, Madam ... It's how to ...." The words of Maryam hung on the tip of her lips, because seeing her iron had closed the door. Whereas before, he was about to ask about how to open the key to Mami Yeri. Because he himself does not know how.

"Come in, Mi. Abi was tired of going to bed for a while before the dawn prayer rumbled," asked Abi Hamdan, who was embracing his wife's shoulder, then took her to the room and lowered the door handle.

But he's been up and down repeatedly, it's not open.

"Lho, what's the lock, Mi?" abi Hamdan asked confusedly.

"Yes, locked down, Bi," replied Umi Maryam, nodding, then giving the card system to her husband. "This is the key, please Abi bukain. Umi can't do it."

"What kind of key model is this? How's box?" abi Hamdan asked in astonishment with a frowning frown. He watched the object, then turned towards the door handle. "It's on the door too there's no hole, Umi. How do I get in the key?" ask her again who is really confused.

"That's it, Umi doesn't understand, Bi."

...You know, Umi, Abi, you can not enter 🤣 outside until dawn, yak 😆...