My babysitter Maduku
Chapter 97

"Master Malik." Arini dared to say hello to the man.

Slowly, Malik lifted his head. He looked at Arini and Saints who were standing before him. The man's eyes looked swollen and his face was reddened by most of the crying today.

"You guys" said Mr. Malik. The man wiped away the tears that were still in his eyes and tried to smile at the two women. "Sit down" continued Mr. Malik as he shifted his body further to the side so that Arini and Suci could sit beside him.

"Thank you very much, sir." Arini and Saints immediately sat there. For a moment the atmosphere in that place became silent. The three people dissolved in their own minds. Until finally Arini again ventured to ask Mr. Malik about Mrs Arniz.

"Ehm, Sir. How is the Madam's condition now?" ask Arini very carefully. He knew that the man was broken and did not want to break his heart.

Mr. Malik took a heavy breath. "Eitherway. Doctors had just taken Arniz to the operating room to remove the bullet lodged in his body. We just pray that the operation goes smoothly and he can come back with us again" said Mr. Malik who is now back sobbing.

"Aaminn," answered Arini and Saints simultaneously .

"Arniz, come back!" murmured Mr. Malik, quietly but still clearly heard in Arini's ear. Because Arini's position at that time was beside Mr. Malik, yes even though there was still a distance between himself and the man.

Mr. Malik tried to stop his sobs. He took a deep breath and then exhaled again slowly. Trying to catch his breath and emotions.

Arini and Sacred continued to watch the man closely. They were confused how to hand the bag containing the expensive shirt and pants to Mr. Malik.

Because Suci was again reluctant to talk to Mr. Malik, Arini was forced to go back to doing it.

"Mr Malik, I'm sorry if I was presumptuous. However, right now Mr.'s shirt is very dirty. If you want to change your clothes, you can change them now. Here I bring a shirt and pants for you" Arini said very carefully.

Mr. Malik's gaze is now fixed on the paper bag that is being guarded by Arini. The man immediately got up and grabbed the paper bag. "All right, thank you. I really need it" he said as he sauntered away to the bathroom not far from the room.

Arini and Saints looked at each other. It was not difficult to persuade the man to change his clothes. Before, they had thought all sorts of things.

In the bathroom.

Mr. Malik changed his dirty clothes with the clothes that Arini had just given him. After finishing dressing the man approached the sink then washed his face many times to stop the clear circle that was still sliding without his wishes. However, that way still could not make him stop.

After a long time Mr. Malik was in the bathroom, he finally came out of the room. While Arini and Suci returned to thinking things like that. They were afraid that the man was doing something undesirable in the bathroom.

"Why hasn't Mr Malik come out yet?" Arini glanced at her watch then looked again towards the bathroom. "It's been a while Mr. Malik has been there. Do we need to just knock on the door?" Arini was getting anxious.

"Yes, you're right. How, I'm thinking that's not the same as Mr. Malik, huh?" the Holy One who also did not stop staring at the bathroom door.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened. It looks like Mr. Malik came out of the room while carrying a paper bag given by Arini which now contains his dirty shirt and pants.

Seeing the man walking towards them, Arini and Saints were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank God," they murmured simultaneously.

Mr. Malik again sat in his original position and then put the paper bag that he had been tenteng to the side of his body.

Arini extended her hand to Mr. Malik. "Sir, I can help you bring your dirty clothes to the laundry place."

Mr. Malik shook his head slowly. "No, I can wash it myself" replied the man.

After those light conversations for a few hours later, no meaningful chats happened to them. Only occasionally Arini and Suci were heard chatting quietly. While Mr. Malik, the man was still drowning in his grief and not a word came out of his mouth.

Eventually a doctor came and approached them. Mr. Malik stood up and greeted the doctor with great enthusiasm.

"How, Doc? How's operations?" asked Mr. Malik very excitedly.

The doctor smiled faintly then patted Mr. Malik's shoulder gently. "The operation went well. The two bullets lodged in Madame Malik's chest have been successfully removed."

Mr. Malik is very happy. A wide smile fell on his face and the clear circle again glided a sign that he was so moved. "Yes, God! Thank you very much."

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