Drunk Duda (Ceria Skalane Time)
MD109'S. Ill
[Again the story?]
I've been braved hot. I didn't reply with words, but I sent all the evidence of his photos that were in the night entertainment. The photo that Riska took from behind, a short video when she took a sip of liquor, or a photo with Riska with the caption of the 'first support' participant.
What's he doing? He didn't respond to anything. Does he feel guilty? I don't know either, but he obviously didn't type anything after that.
Just imagine, he let me live for days with my own bad thoughts. The effect is that my health is deteriorating. I also feel, lately I rarely eat and often stay up unclear. I often monitor social media people who I suspect have closeness to bang Ken, because maybe he made a story together with bang Ken. Even though it's not and in fact I'm wasting my time, but still I continue to hunt for information about it.
His old social media became my target. I'm not tired of scrolling all the way to the first post, just to see the comments that refer to the closest person. In fact, there is no. It was like he had no friends and never tagged anyone. Only Riska's sister, the only one I said led to the closeness of the friendship and more of a mutual friend bang Ken. Apparently, they've known her since high school.
[Hana, I'm sick.] I sent a message to Hana.
I didn't go to class, because I wasn't really good. My body temperature rose, I was nauseous, my eyes were spicy and tired. My legs and hands were so thin, like I was tired of doing heavy work.
[Sorry, Ria. I can't come, I'm at my parents' house in Panama. Here in the middle of my sister's wedding, I have to attend and add to the joyous atmosphere here.]
I was quite disappointed to get a reply from Hana. When I saw Hana's WhatsApp story, she posted a frenetic party in the room. The shades of white surrounded by flowers are very much, signifying once that it is a wedding party.
[Yes, Hana. Thats okay.] I immediately replied to Hana's message, I understood the reason.
I need someone to come with a doctor, or at least I'm being escorted to see a doctor. Since I was pregnant, I did not dare to take the medicine freely.
But I decided to ask Alfonso about the doctor's contacts who could be asked to come home.
[Alfonso, do you have a family doctor who used to come home?] I sent you a message in college hours. I know, Alfonso is studying now.
At about ten in the morning, Alfonso just returned a message from me. [Not got, Ria. Doctors are generally not like in the telenovela drama, Ria. They are difficult to ask to come, even though the patient needs labor though. People who give birth only, are asked to come to the hospital to perform labor.]
The reply made me feel worse.
[You're chatty, Alfonso!] Not the information I got, but the chat.
[Come to the hospital and mention your complaint.] Reply then.
[I have a high fever, Alfonso. I couldn't go to the hospital by myself, my legs and hands all hurt.] I was in my reply for him.
[Number one hundred and seventeen is your room? I'll be there to take you to the hospital.]
Men should be simpler like this. Not as much discourse and rant as his first reply.
Yes, it's okay, Alfonso who delivers is fine. Importantly, my situation was quickly handled well.
[Yes, Fonso.] Quick reply.
I didn't expect him to come this fast, because he usually has an extra hour. I immediately took the instant veil, to meet him.
He came alone, still carrying his backpack. “You're pale once, Ria.“ He gleamed into my apartment, when the door was opened.
“From yesterday I was not feeling well, just started fever last night but instantly high.“ I closed the door of the apartment that was always locked automatically, then I looked at Alfonso who was sitting on the sofa of my living room.
“Deplace your clothes like a sick person. Keep me going to the hospital.“ Alfonso looked straight ahead.
I glanced at my clothes.
“Iya.“ I left him to go into the room.
I immediately sat on the edge of the bed, because my legs were very linu because they were taken walking earlier. I was silent for a moment, so that my feet would feel comfortable. Afterwards, I looked for my toad pants and knit sweater. I grabbed her with a thick oversize parachute jacket, then I looked for a pasmina with a rope under her chin. I'm nauseous, if I wear something that makes me cramped like a veil.
“I'm ready, Fonso.“ However, my feet are shaking. I immediately held my body sitting immediately on the nearby sofa. Unfortunately, the sofa was near Alfonso.
“Ria, you don't die here. I'm going to bother taking care of your body, I'm non-Muslim, I don't understand how to funeral according to your religion.“ Alfonso held my arm.
Nausea instantly.
“Alfonso, I need warm water.“ Cold sweat immediately soaked my face and my body.
“Yes, Ria. Be patient for a moment.“ Alfonso moved quickly towards the back of the apartment.
I wiped my sweat many times, blood like coming down from my head and down to my body. My breathing was uncomfortable, with me directly pulling my veil and taking off this thick parachute jacket. I'm afraid of shortness of breath.
“Fonso, I'm gonna throw up. Can you please bring the trash can here,” my cries by laying my body on the sofa.
Oh my God, what am I?
My hands were immediately cold and trembling like hungry people. I didn't know what Alfonso was doing in the kitchen, because it sounded like some plastic stuff had fallen off and it was like something had hit the plate shelf.
“Fonso!“ The rest of my food was like it was gathered around my neck.
Alfonso came to bring a pot with a little water in the pot. He put it next to the couch I was sleeping on, right under my head.
“Muntalah there only, the trash can fused with the set table. I don't know how to get out of it, except just bring the trash bag.“
Never mind, it's up to him.
Because I'm really throwing up right now. Stupidly he again, he pressed my back neck like he was pinching me, not massaging it.
I clapped his hand. “Please get warm water aja.“ My nose feels so spicy.
“Oh, yes-iya.“ He ran straight to the back.
What is Fonso man made of? He's so absurd.
I vomited again, until only yellow water came out and it was bitter. My lamb is completely empty, not filled with food.
“Yes, Ria. You're dying, Ria. Call your family, or what number let me call.“ Alfonso poured water in a glass with smoke billowing.
“Be quiet, Fonso! I could really die, if you're noisy.“ I wiped away my tears that were dripping unnoticed.
Clik….
Alfonso and I turned to the door. The pin on the door was like being pressed down by someone and the key opened instantly. Then, the doorknob moved downward like it was being pulled by someone. Then the door opened with someone I knew.
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