"Sis, why?" asked Dean, who woke up from her sleep.The wall clock in the 4x4 room showed 2 o'clock in the evening, and the sound of a baby crying could be heard echoing throughout the newly occupied rented house.“Eh? Are you awake? Sorry, De. I also don't know that Yara has been crying since one o'clock, sis. I have breastfed her, but Yara is still crying." Clarita's explanation made Dean move slowly towards the woman who was carrying Yara.Dean's soft hand reached out to touch Yara's forehead. “Oh my God, Sis! Yara has a fever!” Dean said, making Clarita glare in disbelief."What? Fever? Oh, how are you, De?" asked Clarita, panicking."We're going to the hospital now, sis. Let Dean order a taxi online. Sis, wait here, okay?" Dean's slender fingers started surfing on the 7-inch cellphone. Pressing numbers and letters alternately formed a series of words, which she addressed to the taxi driver who had successfully taken her order

"Why?" asked Atma, who suddenly appeared with Yandra in his arms. From the tone of his voice, Dean could catch the worry there. For a moment, Dean frowned, observing the attitude of the man; he didn't know where he came from."Get used to answering questions, not just paying attention," Atma warned Dean, who was still busy observing him.Dean blinked rapidly, then realized the weight resting on her hands. "Mba Cla, I fainted!" he said, panicking. Atma rushed out of Yara's treatment room. He called the nurse, who was standing guard at the end of the hall.Not long after, Atma returned with several nurses carrying a gurney. The man in the navy blue shirt handed Yandra to the young woman in front of him with gentle movements, as if Yandra were glass that could shatter if touched. He also helped the nurse push the gurney to Yara's bedside.One of the nurses came along with the young doctor who had examined Yara last night. Everyone was asked to leave the room

"Hello?" Atma decided to answer the telephone line even though he himself didn't know who the figure behind the string of unknown numbers was.For quite a long time, Atma waited for a response from the other side until finally he repeated his words once again. Until the telephone connection was disconnected unilaterally, "What does this mean? The phone isn't clear!" Atma was about to slam the flat object in his hand, but before it was released, he realized that the object was not his.Atma just spent time sitting on the sofa after he finished putting Yandra to sleep, while Clarita had not yet woken up from fainting. He occasionally checked the condition of Yara, who was lying weak with an Infues tube stuck in her left arm. He groaned softly at the thought of the tiny needle piercing the soft skin of the two-week-old baby.Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and now the clock on the wall showed 12 noon. The Dhuhur call to prayer also sounded,

"Oh, uncle, were you listening? He says he's educated, but instead he steals what other people say without permission. quipped Dean, looking at Atma, who was standing with his head poking out behind the dividing curtain.Atma is nervous. 'What has happened? Do I feel like I'm talking to myself?' thought Atma, surprised at himself. Atma turned his face away to avoid Dean's probing gaze, but unfortunately, instead of being safe, his eyes were caught in Clarita's beady eyes. The dark black eye beads are very calming and give a feeling of peace.“Oh! What are you doing?” Dean asked, confused at Atma's strange attitude. The man just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and walked away. “It's really weird, really. It's true, Sis, when people are old, they like to act unclear." Clarita just shook her head with a smile on her face.Clarita and Dean continued their conversation. The two people of different ages seemed very friendly and had fun talking about Dean's first day working at this co

"It's impossible; why, sis?" Dean asked with a confused look."Hah? Why, De?" Clarita asked, surprised by Dean's words.Dean took a breath. "Sister said it wasn't possible, so why is that?"Clarita looked at Dean and was silent for a moment, thinking about the right answer without having to tell Dean the truth. "Ah, there's no way I can live without you.After all, you've helped a lot, sis, and you're like an angel sent by God to help and help me," Clarita's alibi said to Dean, who was now looking at her with emotion.Dean didn't respond to Clarita's words; the woman just rubbed one of Clarita's hands. After that, Clarita fell silent again. She thought about the car she saw a few minutes ago. She pondered and tried to combine all the events that happened today.Starting with a phone call from a number she knew very well, uploading photos at a Semarang tourist attraction, and now a car she really recognized passing by her side, she tried to reject he