Almira's Regret

Getting Warmth from the Appreciation of Fahmi

Fahmi permits to clean up while Mira is accompanied by a waiter. Adelia follows her sister Katena in curiosity. "Mas wants a shower, Dek. Body, mas, hospital smell. Let's explain yes."

"Now, Mas. I'm sleepy but angry. Last night bring the women home. Where is young again. If it's brought the age of Mas yes I won't ask, because surely understand the meaning."

"His company was him! Keep looking at the guest room has been prepared yet. If so, take him to rest. Mas also does not know who he is but Mas brought him because he looks like he is having problems. And your keinget. There!"

Adelia was not satisfied with Fahmi's answer. He came back down and had a stale conversation with Mira. Then the waiter told her the guest room was ready.

"So I must be tired, rest in my room here." Adelia escorted Mira to the guest room. "Oh, haven't you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet."

"God, well wait a minute I'll have the waiter prepare dinner for, Brother Mira."

"No need to bother. I just want to rest" stop Mira.

"It's not good to leave your stomach empty. Wait a minute I'll be back."

Adelia leaves Mira who chooses to break down. Look at the ceiling of the room he occupied. I feel lucky because I met a good family. It was seen from the beginning. What's more when Adelia came back in with a tray filled with food.

Adelia curbed curiosity by not asking Mira as the woman ate. He just sat down to accompany her. "Have a rest, brother. Leave problems before bed, so that tomorrow you wake up with a new person." Adelia said after Mira finished her dinner.

The next day, Mira wakes up early before the dawn. He remembered when he prostrated that's where kindness came to him. He wiggled and then opened the closet, looking for the face but did not find it. Want to borrow Adel is afraid to be thought to seek attention to be viewed well.

The door to her room was knocked, Mira immediately opened the door and saw Adelia already standing there. "Aelia?"

"I'm sorry if I woke up my sister's sleep, but I wanted to invite the congregation's morning prayers. Same with Fahmi."

"Oh, I'm awake. But there's no face."

"In mushola there is."

They headed for the mosque on the side of the house. Mira was amazed because who joined the congregation not only herself, Adelia and Fahmi but also house workers came along. Finish the atmosphere of this home looks warm. The workers and the homeowners look familiar.

Mira who was heading to the room was surprised because there was a tiny body that hit her. Mira crouched down to align her body with that tiny body. "Be careful of the way, is anyone sick?" ask Mira.

The little boy shook his head. "Sorry you hit my sister." The little boy looked embarrassed as he spoke.

"Sister is fine. Next time don't run away." Mira rubs the cheeks of the girl's puffer. He smiled when he thought his son was born. Grow healthy and live comfortably without pressure. Ah he can't argue anymore. He should get up from now on.

From behind the child, a nanny approached. "Oh my goodness, Non-Syafa is running away. Mbak not strong must play chasing," said the nanny.

"But I want to take a bath with my father" replied Syafa.

"Sama mbak aja yuk. Later let Non Syafa when meeting father already fragrant," persuaded the nanny.

"Wouldn't want to," Shafa refused to even fold his hands on his chest.

"What if the bath is the same brother? I haven't had a shower either. So we can take a bath together." Counting Mira exercises take care of the child.

"Then the clothes will be delivered to the guest room, yes" said Mira and replied to a nod by the nanny.

Mira and Shafa take a bath together. The cheerful laughter heard from Syafa's lips transmitted happiness to Mira. Laughter from your little one is like medicine for the lara Mira is feeling. She thanked me again for meeting a warm family. But he must be self-conscious because it is impossible to stay in this house forever.

Occasional vomiting effect of pregnancy. Syafa just stared with a frown. "Sister sick? My father's doctor later I'll tell my father to get him injected" Syafa said.

"Pinter is you." Mira pinched Shafa's cheek but not until it raises red.

"Because I'm the doctor's son, sister," Syafa replied as she tilted her head to look at Mira who was back to nausea.

Mira bandaged Syafa's body using a towel. Syafa's clothes and her needs have been delivered to Mira's room. Mira painstakingly dressed Syafa. Occasionally tickle Syafa's body and make the little boy laugh.

"Where's my brother from?" asked Syafa who was neat and noticed Mira who was combing her hair.

"Sister from West Bandung, Dek?"

"Home far from here?"

"It's far away."

"Will we play again?" ask Syafa again.

"Well, I can say sometime."

They went out of the room together. Syafa immediately ran towards Fahmi when he saw his father coming down the stairs. "Ayaaaaahh, I've taken a bath with that brother." Syafa m3nint Mira who nods his head.

"I'm sorry to be so presumptuous, sir," said Mira.

"It is precisely me who apologizes because my son has troubled you," Fahmi replied. "The brother is a guest in our house, Syafa should not trouble guests. If you want to shower can ask for help with mbak, or same aunt Adel. If you are not busy, you can ask for help. Apologize to brother."

Syafa nodded and approached Mira. "I'm sorry, brother" he said, clenching his hands.

Mira is so amazed by the way Fahmi educates her son. He thought he could educate a child. He did not even complete his education.

"Yes, I'm sorry that you were tickling too."

Shafa nodded and ran back to his father. "Sister's father should be injected. That brother was nauseous" Syafa reported to his father. A few minutes ago, he forgot.

"You sick?" fahmi asked a glance and then held a view.

"Just nauseous, sir." Mira has changed the name to Fahmi, no longer calling with the name Om.

"Sister Mira is sick?" adel asked who had just come down the stairs and approached the three of them.

"No, just nausea. Maybe the effect of a cold." Mira was forced to say that sentence because it was impossible to open her disgrace. Again he compared his family to Fahmi's.

If my family were like this.