
"Okay Doc, I'll try to keep the Doctor's advice in mind!" Timpal Rass, full of spirit.
That day everything went well, the results of the examination to the doctor were not as bad as it seemed. So Silla forgot her embarrassment until they left the hospital.
It's not easy for Silla to start talking like it was before Rass made a mistake. But as a man Rass should be able to adjust himself by giving little attention to Silla.
"Sil, is there a bricklayer want to?"
As expected of Rass, Silla shook her head. Because persuading Silla to cheer up again is certainly not as easy as turning the palm.
Rass decided to keep driving his car until he got to his house. Rass wouldn't want to force it if Silla was still cold to him.
For a moment Silla's eyeballs guerrilla observed the magnificent building before her. Can't believe it feels like it's Rass's house.
"Bie... Where's Mang Toga?" Rass asked an original hijab-wearing woman who was still sweeping by the pool.
"Eh.. Rass Den!" Bi Surti immediately ran over and saw the handle of the suitcase in his master's hand, "Here Den, let Auntie take it!"
"No need to Bi, let Rass be alone," declined Rass later. Bi Surti is no longer young. So Rass thinks that the energy of Bi Surti certainly will not be as valiant as before.
"Well Den, do Aden and Non Silla want to eat? Let auntie get ready now?" Tanya Bi Surti lahgi wanted to know,
"Owh, don't be Bi. Silla had breakfast!" Decline Silla. Subtly.
"Yes Bi, we'll still be full." As much as possible Rass added.
"Well Den, then Auntie back then yes still a lot of work!"
"Would Silla sleep in the room?" Silla mengelos. Makes Rass a little disappointed.
"You take it easy, Sil. Om won't say anything to you. This room will certainly be more comfortable for you than other rooms."
Rass turned to pull Silla's suitcase near the cupboard and let Silla let go of her slight fatigue by lying down.
"Where are you going?" Ask Silla. When Rass was about to get out.
"There's a room next to Sil, you can call Om if you need something!" Answer Rass.
So wise and steadfast was the man in speaking to Silla's stable woman.
Now another couple of different ages, Jonathan and Miranda have really gone to the beach. They enjoy all the beauty that is now spread wide in front of them. But the very high water makes the visitors have to be extra careful.
"Mir, don't go in the middle. Fear of catching the current later!" Shouted Jobathan when he saw Miranda on the lips of the sea.
"Yes, Om. Don't worry. Miranda's just on the sidelines!"
The woman continued to play in the sand, no matter if occasionally there was a large enough sea water slash suddenly hit her body. Didn't want to dispute any of Johathan's messages. Miranda is moving.
'"Okay, Om. Miranda's feet hurt!" He was sick because the woman's legs felt cramped.
Jonathan who was not far from where Miranda was standing also hurriedly approached then carried the body of Mungil Miranda and landed her on the chair with a very worried look.
"You don't papa, do you, Mir?"