Before He Goes

Not a Scam

Gifa's father still shook his head firmly to Papi Razik. "By my grandson too. So I have a right to decide." That's early in the morning when Dad came back with Mommy and Noora to the hospital, wanting to see Dara.

Family harmony that used to be closely intertwined so damaged only because of child problems. When Dad and Mommy meet again with a brother who is a former besan, looks stiff, like other people.

And when Papi expressed his desire to bring Dara to London as soon as Dad was serving, he did not approve.

"Your grandchildren are many. While I am, only one, Gifa," Mami said in a sewot tone.

"When so many why? What's the connection, brother?" Mother who retorted, holding Noora who had been the toddler hiding behind the Grandmother's big veil because Mami looked at him sharply. Noora fear. While Dara's satiety eating cake finally fell asleep again was dininabobokan by Rayna in the bed. Meanwhile, Adjie, who went outside first, tried to continue to contact the Mother who had been questioning Mami's whereabouts had seen Dara since yesterday.

Gifali's father looked frustrated because he had talked to the former in-law for thirty minutes as if he did not give a meeting point. Papi still insisted that Dara be taken away.

"Where was he created?" Dad incubated slowly while continuing to contact Dipta's phone that was not lifted.

"No, look at your son. You can't hold his talk. Earlier, he said, the prayer to Mushola. I want two hours back and forth. Just keep the saying can't, how will you take care of my granddaughter? He keeps the trust in marriage just can't--"

"Mih," interrupted Rayna while shaking her head so that Mami no longer bring up the past.

Mother just silently held sad. His son was guilty and could not be defended.

"Puyang or yuk, Grandma" whispered Noora from behind the hijab. "Later, yes, wait, Daddy and Sister wake up first," replied Mother.

Dad chose to rise from the sofa to catch up with Dipta which Papi said was in the middle of the mosque. "Father first, Dipta, Bun."

"Yes, Dad."

Just walking two steps, the door of the room was pushed from the outside, popping Dipta and Geisha who were no longer with Genta, because the man went straight into the operating room. There are patients waiting there.

"Alhamdulillah." Mother rubbed the chest of relief. But, his forehead wrinkled as Dipta's face looked pale.

"What's wrong with you, son? How can you be that limp?" ask Dad. Dipta, who is being held by a geisha, shook her head with a thin smile.

"So we finished praying. Her stomach is relapsing, Dad. The Geisha phone. Yes, I've been with IGD first," Geisha who replied to the restless look on the face of Mother and Father.

"Sick-heart?" Rayna muttered softly in bed. His hand that had rubbed Dara's body immediately stopped to contemplate. Gasendra Pradipta Hadnan, never had a history of ulcer during their marriage.

Seeing his father coming, Noora quickly rose from the lap of Mother to scatter towards Dipta, extending his hand upwards while asking in a carrying. Dipta who missed because last night did not hug Noora while sleeping laughed because her daughter continued to kiss her cheeks.

"Cakit's dad?"

"Yes, son."

"What pain?"

"The pain withstood the same kangen, Noora," replied Dipta kissing the base of Noora's nose that was as flat as hers. The boy laughed happily. His clean teeth were clearly displayed. The tight hug that was intertwined between Dipta and Noora made the three pairs of eyes sigh in dislike, lazy look. Who else if not Rayna, Mami and Papi. Be natural.

"But now how? Haven't you?" ask Mom and Dad at the same time.

Dipta. "Thank God, Dad, Bun. It was in the same drug love, Brother." they went to the sofa where Mami and Papi were.

"Cock can suddenly get sick. Is that feeling okay?" ask Papi who looks worried. Rayna is just a little. But, her husband's attention immediately brushed aside Mami by tilting the corner of the lips. "Play sick at best. Let me get your attention, Rayna. And Dara who does not want to split the same, his father!"

"Aante!" exclaim Geisha do not like. "Created is sick. Look at his hand, the marks on the infusion." The geisha pointed at the plaster still stuck on the back of Dipta's hand. Rayna also glanced.

"Alah, the most subterfuge. The ruse!"

"Mih ...." Papi and Rayna again reminded Mami not to continue saying that she was wearing less.

"We're out. Hot Mami is here for a long time," Mami told Rayna to take her daughter outside.

"Yes, Aunt. Outside of aja. In garden. It's cool, the breeze---"

"Geisha," interrupted Mother. Geisha quickly close their lips, look the other way as long as they do not whistle with Mami's eyeballs. He's lazy.

Rayna shook her head at Mami, coding that she would stay here, listening to a serious conversation. During the step towards the sofa, the two eyes of Rayna and Dipta meet again. Wanting her, Rayna asked if it was true that her ex-husband was suffering from an ulcer, why it looked so frail, but the woman did not. It is no longer his capacity for attention. Unlike the Creator who feels very eager to be asked. And only able to swallow the bitter taste because Rayna shows no signs of caring.

Two families sat facing each other on the sofa. Even Rayna who chose to get out of bed, leaving Dara more and more slumped, slamming the buttocks between Mami and Papi.

"If from Father and Mother. We don't agree that Dara should be taken to London. It can still be in Jakarta. Your brother will have contacts with cancer specialists, doctors," said Dad to Dipta.

"Heh, Gifa! You do not need to be pretentious about the doctrine of your child. Is he entitled to Dara only, Dipta doang? My son has rights too!"

"But, Mih. Rayna did agree more with the same remark, Father---" has not finished talking, Rayna immediately lowered her head playing fingers on the lap, because it was greeted with a look of horror from Mami. The hand of the long-veiled woman pinched Rayna and caused a sick hiss.

Rayna rubbed the hot arm, the child who always obeyed what the old man said, looking at Mami.

"The Dara needs not just medicine, Mih. But also, bonding between me and Rayna. Although Dara is sick, but as much as possible she should be happy and cheerful. His healing spirit is only from the two of us. Dara also had to stay in school, meet friends while doing a series of treatments," explained Dipta.

Mami put on a wry face when she heard it. Papi was seen twisting his forehead because the words of Dipta had a point. "If he is kept away. Separated to another place. Dara will feel the disease is too serious and difficult to treat. Dara is sure, Dara will be healed. As his father, Dipta would do anything." Only the Geisha bitterly looked at the face of Dipta, because in fact only he knew what was being created now.

"Yes, me too. As her mother, I would do anything for her recovery, Dara." Rayna also shows teeth.

I looked at Rayna. "Where, son? Agree with the speech, Dipta?"

"Agreed, Dad. Let Dara in Jakarta. Follow chemo here."

Father, Mother, Dipta and Geisha smile like. "Where, Mas? Nes?" I looked at Mami and Papi.

Finally Papi put his hand over Rayna's shoulder, smiling in agreement. Unlike the Mami who chose to silence with sour look. This woman was upset because Dipta seemed to win. The hope of wanting to keep Dara away from the Hadnan family felt like a failure. Mami who used to love the Creator as if there were no more. Ever since the betrayal that the Creator gave was able to make the rays of love in Mami's eyes to the Creator, chipped, turned to hate. The creator also accepts and teaches.

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"Assalammualaikum, Jeng."

"Russell, Dip. You don't have to go to my place, yeah. I'll go there and look at your son, can't I?"

Dipta who was watching Dara was playing with Noora, turned to look at Mother and Father who were preparing to go home. In the treatment room there are only them, because Rayna permission to go home first to change clothes to the house while bringing Mami and Papi to lie down for a moment. His intention since then, Dipta wanted to call Ajeng if he would pause the meeting today, because the empty room was no one to look after Dara.

"Bye, Jeng. Sorry for the trouble."

"Not at all, Dip. I'm on the way in half an hour, yeah."

"Ready, Jeng. Careful, yeah."

The phone connection was also cut off. "Who, Son?" ask Mommy.

"My friend, Bun. Look, Dara."

Mother just ber oh just like Dad. "Grandpa goes home first, yeah, kid. Tomorrow we come here again," Dad told Dara, kissing the boy who had been smelling because before Rayna went home. Dara woke up and asked to be bathed by her mother.

"Yes, Cake." Dara quickly kissed Dad on the cheek as the grizzled man thrust his right cheek asking for a kiss. To Mother, Dara did the same.

"If you need something, just a phone call, yes," said Mother to Dipta whose face was still pale. Occasionally he grimaced pain but was held. His kidneys back to work.

Dipta nodded with a smile of love, kiss Mother's forehead. "Thank you, yeah, Bun."

"Together, Son. Don't stress, yeah. Serahin just all the same, God." as if Mother knew that the heartburn that was said to emanate from Dara's disease.

"Yes, baby." kiss the Mother again.

"It's okay here, isn't it? I'm lonely no playmates" Pinta Dara.

"Dad I'm in the cinih ajah cama, brother." Noora begged. Noora brought three dolls from home to play with her sister.

"But don't be naughty, yeah. If his brother's sleeping no bother, understand?" father asked Noora who was greeted with a smile by the boy.

"Night also cried not soundly asleep. Because you are the same Dara does not exist, son," said Mother.

"Yes nothing. Let Noora be here, Bun, Dad. Let Dara get well quickly because there's a sister."

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Ajeng pecked for a long time when capturing Dara's face that felt familiar. "I've never met this kid before, but, where, huh?" the photo that Adjie had installed in WA status was a picture of Rayna and Dara as if unable to penetrate Ajeng's memory.

"Jeng ..." The daydream was jumped when Dipta thrust mineral water in a bottle that he served on the table for Ajeng. Arriving at this room, Ajeng mamah with Dara which the child did not welcome him subtly. Dara sensitizes that the opposite sex seems close to both parents, he must immediately exterminate.

Ajeng who had been invited to sit on the sofa, when he wanted to reach the bottle of drink, his hands felt slippery and the bottle of drink fell, rolling on the floor. Both Dipta and Ajeng quickly bowed to pick up and accidentally clashed their heads.

"Sorry, yeah. Sickness no?" ask Dipta.

He smiled with his head.

"Kok Aunty smiles to, Dad?" From the bed, Dara seemed to interrupt Ajeng's eye movements that could not be covered up. Dipta's good looks that have not changed since the beginning even more so now, too make boisterous in Ajeng's chest continue to rumble.

The thousand-speech ranting while Dara spoke in a stern tone, while looking at him full of objections. Even Dipta who seemed embarrassed by the attitude of Dara to Ajeng, which was so subtle. Dara's attitude to Ajeng is the same as Adjie's.

"Become ... Daughter, Dad. The talk is so, son. Not polite."

"Auntie's coming home, yeah, yeah." Even expelling Ajeng, not a little return the tenderness that was created.

"Next ...."

A quick lecture ambushed, with hands holding the shoulders of the Creator. "I'm waiting in the room, Geisha, yeah."

"Don't touch it, Dad!" Dara slammed Noora's doll to the floor, making her sister fall.

"Become!"

"That's okay, Dip."

"Sorry, yes, Jeng."

Ajeng nodded in understanding, it seemed that a jealous aura was burning Dara. Ajeng kept stepping towards Dara and Noora.

"Auntie's home, yeah, son. Dara's healthy fast."

"Don't come here again, yes." while lowering Ajeng's hand just a few seconds arrived at the top of his head to wipe. There was no smile that Dara gave. It made Dipta sigh heavily and shake faintly. Also, a fussy Ajeng is not playing.

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Patience, yes, Nak💕

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