Beautiful Mother, I Love You

Part 6's

PoV Miko's

I am confused where to be now. Two equally important people, injured simultaneously. I finally weighed in from the condition first.

Mala's condition is worse than Mecca, it's because she was hit and without protection, thank God her injuries are not too worrying. Nothing needs to be sewn or broken. He's still passed out, so I went to Mecca's room.

Mecca! I finally met him, when he almost fell into despair. His face was pale, his short hair used to now grow longer.

A year. The vow! I miss it so much. I want it to hug the small body, the feeling of kayak more cute. I'm so afraid I'm the same woman, my chest feels crowded, full. I was caught unconscious.

His eyes twitched, probably waking up. My chest is pounding harder. Really, he woke up not long ago. His eyes are funny. He stared at me for a long time, without saying anything. I myself, same.

We both stared at each other for a long time. His eyes are still my favorite.

"Where am I?" his voice is so sweet. Either maybe because of a long time I didn't bother him, all so feel better. I want to touch her lips like it's on soap operas and say ...

'Sst .. You don't talk much first, you just rest, yes.' But I felt amused myself, silly.

"You're in the hospital" I said briefly. Mecca holds his head, may still feel dizzy.

"You're sleeping, yeah. I still feel dizzy" I said.

"He's not papa?"

"Who?"

"That girl you were bribing."

"Oh, Mala. He's not awake yet, but fine, no serious injuries."

"All the costs let me take responsibility, because I've been the cause of this accident."

I want to say a lot of things, but the situation is not right. That's why I'm more silent.

"Mk ...."

"Hm?"

"How are you?" ask Mecca. His lips curved, smiling weakly.

"Kange. Shucks." I look into his eyes dalem-dalem and long-time the corner of his eyes wet, draining a clear circle.

"I'm sorry, yes," he said.

"Rest, yes. We'll talk later if Makkah's mom is healthy."

"Mic."

"That's the moment, your girlfriend?" ask Mecca. I could not understand her eyes, between curiosity, fear, I don't know what.

"Would you answer that, please?"

"Gee! Mysterious cock," he said. I chuckled with the expression before, gales.

I never told you anything about Mecca to Mala. About feeling is privacy, I never brag.

Unfortunately that's what's confusing me now. How to explain to Mala the position of Mecca for me. The girl was still lying in bed. The doctor said Mala had to stay in the hospital for the night, while Mecca was able to go home.

I decided to take Mecca first and leave Mala to the nurse.

In the taxi I and Mecca felt a little awkward. I haven't talked to him in a long time. We were both just at last. Occasionally steal a look but found out finally peeing, want me to look at the long-time there is a driver who is sneaking through the glass. Kepos.

Arriving at where Mecca lived - which was not far from campus - we both went down. Makkah looks healthy, can go well. Only a few wounds on his hands were covered in gauze.

"Mecca's? You why?" ask a man who is sitting on the porch of Mecca's house. He hurriedly approached and stared at me with an inexplicable look.

"No papa, it fell. Why is Mas Eka here?" ask Mecca.

"Emmm, no papa. I happen to be passing by here keep thinking of you. I just wa pantesan not bales," said the guy with a smile knot. Looks really attention seeking.

"This ... Your sister?"

I swiftly held Mecca's hand.

"His girlfriend, I'm his girlfriend," I said intentionally emphasizing the word girlfriend. Mecca looked at me with a surprised look, taking turns to see the guy's expression that changed drastically. Wryly. Rasain. Moreover, Mecca did not say a word.

"Since when? How come you didn't say?" His breath seemed to be blooming, trying to control his emotions.

"New aja. From now on" I replied.

"Sorry, I asked Mecca," he replied. I am bodo.

Mecca looks nervous. "Yes, just now," he said and the answer made me half-dead, want to jump, but not good in front of someone who is heartbroken?

With triumph I smiled. "Yes yes, my mom. I want to get Mecca in, he's got to rest. Oh yeah, that's what's in the crackle bag? By-by yes? Wow by any chance, it must be food." The guy's gaze was completely unexplainable, angry, disappointed, maybe sad, but it must have been the same me.

"Here, make Mecca," she reached out to Mecca and was greeted with an unpleasant expression from Mecca.

"Favor, Mas Eka."

"I'm saying goodbye, yeah. May the spit heal." The guy named Eka then passed away in his car.

Mecca took off my hand and walked into her house with a frown.

"So it was nothing, anyway. I'm not good at it, Eka."

"Emang why?" ask him while he walks.

"He's my boss in the office!" Mecca stomps his legs pissed.

"Oh so routine duty he, yes, ngunjungin his employees while bringing food, good very that boss."

"Simply, he didn't feed his employees. No need to come in, you are on the terrace," he said. I walked out onto the porch and didn't know what he meant.

"Yes why he also bribe employees, very strange."

"Well, papa dong nyuapin, what's wrong?"

"You nyuapin there's a feeling of his name."

"Oh so, you keep yuapin Mala, means there are feelings too?" I closed my mouth. So that means.

"Hahahaha so, are you jealous?"

"No, why be jealous of a boy."

"Why are you angry?"

"That's? Why didn't you say that in front of him."

"I don't want you to be embarrassed, I've done my cooking I immediately object."

"Bodo very, from now on we are dating. There is no rejection." I am talking casually. While Mecca's mouth was gaping, shocked.

"Shoot what model? Uhh! How annoying!" namel Mecca. Why is his expression so funny? I even laughed.

"I don't want to!"

"There is no rejection," I said as I went up and down the eyebrows continued to open the package that the man brought earlier. Sweet martabak apparently, still anget. I relaxed with that food. I will never let this girl go again. The feeling of loss and longing is very painful, said Dilan was heavy.

"Mother."

"What?" ketus tanyanya.

"Gue went back to the hospital, yeah."

"Yes already. This is money for later if there is need for anything for Mala. I'll be there tomorrow looking at him, yeah." I don't feel very good, as a guy is not capital.

"No papa, he's my responsibility. I'm the one who got hit" said Mecca. He knows my feelings.

"I'm leaving, yes" I said.

"What are you going there for? Where there's an angkot area here," said Mecca. I scratch my head.

"I've pesen ojek online, just wait a moment again nyampe really," he continued.

"Yes sitting here" I said, patting the empty space on the long bench I was sitting on. Mecca sat next to me.

"What are you doing in Bandung?"

"Nyariin is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Keep meeting?"

"Udah, right next to me," I said as I poked his little nose. She smiled shyly. Reddish cheeks. Kan, kan, funny.

"Ngapain wanted?"

"I want to get married."

"So, nineteen-year-old boy has spoken of marriage."

"Emang why?"

"Lecture is real."

"Why, anyway, discuss age only? What's afraid of losing cute?"

"No, I'm too mature for you, not pantes."

"Ten years away, it's not going to look like, the most important thing is not the age, but who we're getting married to, I'm sure, I'm the right person for Makkah. Look, I'll prove it."

"I'm afraid to be disappointed again, since the last time I lied to your brother. Moreover, you are very young, you can still fall in love with anyone at any time."

***

"Emac? How come it's here?" I was shocked when I got to kos there was Mom waiting outside. I immediately salaman with Mom.

"Who is this?" ask Mom when she squirms Mala. I just picked him up from the hospital.

"I'm Mala, Mak. Temen Miko school until college also together, my boarding house next door." Mala pointed to a two-story building that was right next to my boarding house.

"Ooo, is that why bandages?"

"Small accident, Mommy. Just got home from the hospital, Miko helped pick me up."

"Yes, it's been delivered first, gih! Mom's waiting here." I nagged while nyodorin lock the room.

After nganterin Mala until the cost. I was in a hurry to nyamperin Mom.

"Why didn't you come here?"

"Supres tong, you don't seneng mama dateng?"

"Yes, anyway, Mom. But, just a tumben."

"In a deserted house, tong. No you, you've been in college for a year. Usually there are you who like to help your mother in the kitchen, like nyetelin dangdutan for ngibur mother."

"Entar if Miko gets married, Mom. Miko will have many grandchildren. Let's not be lonely anymore." I was told by Mom.

"Married mulu mulu you mindnye, really don't you go to college? That was a very pretty boy, your girl?"

"No, Mak. Miko is still faithful to the old ama."

"Truly college didn't you? If your mind mates mulu, college doesn't really mending you ngurusin Malika."

"Lecture dong, Mak. Miko's grades are great, really."

"What about the mother who married again, Tong?" I looked at my mother with a surprised look. I began to smell the scents of nine-nini in love.

"It depends, Mom. How's the guy like? Miko males if ntar turns out the person has bad intentions. My mother suffered."

"God willing baek, Tong. Pak Ustaz Thohir. Duda has no children."

"It's up to you, the important thing is that you're happy, Miko's happy too." Mom looks radiant.

"But, you're not ashamed, your mother has a granddaughter married again?"

"Somewhat, the most important thing is that my mother has already. Bodo is very amu talk of people." Mom blushed, made me shudder.

"But, Mom's not possessed, is she?"

"Hahaahahaha." My mother laughed so hard I jumped in shock.

"Mak! Mak! Conscious!"

"What, Mik! It's mom." My mother is still chuckling.

"The laughter is like a dedemit."

"Kayak Citra Kirana gini you say dedemit, mamak pites also you."

I want to vomit, but I'm afraid of sin. Finally I just diem, let alone that brother My mother called a new guy, feeling like ABG. Cuddling I saw romance nine-nini ama aki-aki.