Mr. Gunawan immediately left, followed by Mr. Cipto. Then, the two seemed to be silent for a moment in the car.
Mr. Cipto seemed to be paying attention to Mr. Gunawan, his face still clearly visible if he was still emotional right now. Making Mr. Cipto seems confused, about whether to ask or not. Then, he looked back at Mr. Gunawan who seemed to be rubbing his face roughly, and then took a deep breath.
"Master Gunawan, are we going to the hospital?" asked Mr. Cipto in the end. Mr. Gunawan looked at Mr. Cipto then he snorted.
"If I go to the hospital, I'm sure you will be scolded by Yoga. Just take me to campus. But, don't forget to tell me about the progress of my beloved daughter-in-law's condition. Because I don't want to miss the slightest bit of health development. She's been suffering for so long, it feels like fate really isn't fair to continue to make her suffer in such a painful way."
"I feel sorry for you too, sir. As far as I know so far when asked by Mr. Yoga to observe Miss Meta. Miss Meta is not the type of woman who is difficult to understand, her stubbornness and strength are just a shell to cover how fragile her heart is. So, I am really saddened by this case."
"That's why Cipto, I don't accept it when people say things about her. Because as far as I know, she's a good woman. And there are too many problems in her family that forced her to be independent at a young age. You must keep it a secret if I've been to the police station, and I'm not going to say anything about you telling Yoga about this Meta problem. So, are we even?" Mr. Gunawan offered in the end.
Mr. Cipto nodded, then he smiled broadly at Mr. Gunawan. In fact, you could say, the two are not much different in age. When Mr. Cipto started working at Mr. Gunawan's father's company, who was the grandfather of Yoga, they were both young. You could even say that Mr. Cipto was very lucky, right after he graduated from his master's degree, he was immediately pulled by Mr. Gunawan's father and became his right-hand man.
*****
At the hospital, Yoga seems to be sitting right behind Meta, who happened to have asked Yoga to help him sit to the side because he feels sore if he keeps lying down.
Meta immediately turned around, the boy was already smiling slightly at her. Then Yoga's face wants to get closer to Meta's face, making Meta immediately block Yoga's lips which are about to kiss her cheek.
"I haven't showered in a long time, Yoga. It smells," said Meta, who seemed reluctant. She always wants to look perfect around Yoga, always smell good, and always look clean, and beautiful. But now she really can't handle it all. To sneak a shower before Yoga wakes up, put on minimalist make-up, and then pretend to sleep again. She really couldn't do it.
Meta snorted, and she began to frown. She imagined what if Yoga wanted to kiss her. She hadn't even brushed her teeth all this time. Again, she bent her face again.
Yoga then distanced himself, it seemed he understood what Meta was thinking. Then, he took off his coat, rolled up his shirt to his elbows, and went into the bathroom.
Meta turned when Yoga came out, carrying a large enough tub, a towel, as well as a glass containing toothpaste, and a toothbrush.
Then Yoga put the things on the table, he immediately puffed out his chest, half looked down he leaned his face next to Meta's ear, then he said, "how about I clean your body, honey?"
On the other hand, Mr. Cipto, who had just come to the hospital, opened the door to Meta's treatment room. But, before he actually entered completely, he immediately stopped in a sudden manner when he knew his boss was busy wiping the woman's body that even looked innocent from behind.
Feeling that he didn't want to disturb him, finally, Mr. Cipto chose to withdraw. Then he stood obediently right in front of the infirmary door. He didn't want other people to know about this, so he wanted to keep his boss as private as possible.
"Hey, Mr. Cipto? Isn't there a lot of work in the office? Why are you standing here like a school security guard guarding the school gates?" said Hardi, who had just come to the hospital with some documents in his hand, because he wanted to ask Yoga for an autograph.
When he was about to walk to open the door, Mr. Cipto's hand immediately blocked him, making Hardi frown in confusion. Again, Hardi tried to force him, but Mr. Cipto held him back that much.
"I want to come in, sir. There are several documents that Mr. Yoga must sign immediately," said Hardi, who was still trying to get past Mr. Cipto's body but Mr. Cipto kept trying to hold him back.
"Mr. Yoga is undisturbed."
"But it's important, sir!"
"Mr. Yoga's future is more important now."
Feeling irritated, Hardi immediately pulled Mr. Cipto up until the old man stepped back a little, only until he turned the doorknob, Mr. Cipto immediately exclaimed, "Mr. Yoga and Miss Meta are not wearing anything inside, and I don't know what they are doing. "
*****
"But, honey, I haven't prepared an invitation, a place, and—"
"Do you want to get married tomorrow?" asked Meta half threateningly. Yoga fell silent, then nodded vigorously.
"Want to!" he replied enthusiastically.
"It's okay first, the wedding reception can be later," explained Meta later.
Yoga couldn't help but smile sweetly on his lips, he seemed to have found a treasure. It seemed, in her coma a while ago, Meta had received inspiration or something. That's why the woman now immediately wanted a marriage. Whereas before, she actually ran away when Yoga proposed.
"But it's true, right? You won't change your mind, Tita? You want to marry me?" asked Yoga again. Meta smiled, she reached for her new clothes, and Yoga immediately helped put them on.