Doctor Naura

Chapter 41 Papa's Dream

After Mama's departure, I removed the curtains and turned in shock towards the Zamy bang.

"Eeehhhh...., Brother opens?" I asked who made bang Zamy release the glass in his hand. He stood up and ran towards the sink, coughed a little and tried to get the water out. But no more water coming out, the water that almost a glass earlier may have already entered through the capillaries into the blood that will be flowed throughout the body bang Zamy. Or it could be that the water had helped the heart of the Zamy bang pounding all over his body. He slowly began to breathe regularly.

"Astaghfirullah..," Bang Zamy patted his forehead then looked up and raised his shoulders towards me. His eyes grew so big that his eyebrows went up.

"Truly forgot, right?" I smiled and looked at his expression.

"Lha yes. Brother's pretending." Bang Zamy stared at the glass on the table, smiling.

"Or is Allah's recompense because you have no intention of retaliating when you slap your mama." Bang Zamy raised an eyebrow again as he spoke to me again.

"Maybe!" I nodded while holding his left cheek.

"I'm sorry my mom, baby...." I feel bad about it.

"Honey, forget it. As long as you're not the one who's hurt, brother will be fine." Bang Zamy sat down again. I walked open Sharp's refrigerator four doors to my right standing up, then took out an ice cube. Then with a small white towel, I compress the former punch mama who left red on the left cheek bang Zamy. Finished compressed, he finally lay down on the sofa of the living room. Bang Zamy closed his eyes with his right arm. While his legs rose high above the back of the sofa.

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A few minutes later, I went to the villa. I know bang Zamy isn't really asleep, he's just resting.

"Bang, I'm going to the villa. Look at papa's condition." I poked his right shoulder. Instantly he got up and took out two sheets of tissue, wiping the wet marks from the ice cubes.

"Your brother's coming." Bang Zamy got up from his lying down.

"Is that okay?" I'm ascertaining.

"No. it's gone the numbness of the pain. Your mama's hands are strong." Bang Zamy took my hand and we headed out to the villa again. When we got there the door was still closed. I knocked.

"Tokay! Geck! Geck! Assalamualaikum...." I'm having a night. I heard a voice reply from inside. Nindya appeared a few seconds later to open the door.

"Did that aunt come home?" Madam Nindya asked me. His face still shows concern.

"It has. Where's papa?" I asked.

"Here deck, in this room, come in." Madam Nindya spoke to me while walking. Me and bang Zamy headed there. From the door of the room I saw the pale-faced papa still sleeping on the newly purchased teak sofa at the first fast. Covered in a yellow badcover patterned with sunflowers, the father's right ankle appears deliberately not covered, wrapped in an untidy bandage and still leaves blood.

"Pa. Papaaa..., papa wake up dong, this is his leg why?" I asked. Bang Zamy came closer and slowly held onto papa's ankle. Hearing my call and the touch of the hand bang Zamy, papa slowly opened his eyes. The senior doctor then got up and sat on the bed.

"You guys home, son?" Papa looked at me and bang Zamy took turns.

"Naura's not going anywhere today at home anyway." I answered.

"So papa called and pushed the bell several times, maybe Naura didn't hear ya?" Papa looked at.

"Naura heard that the bell rang, but Naura thought it was Nisa who was a prankster. He's been on a bell-picking prank for days." I smile. Papa is like that.

"Why is your cheek Zam?" Dad looked at bang Zamy and I took turns. Bang Zamy smiled back at his red cheeks.

"It's okay, pa." Bang Zamy replied. Papa nilar looked at me.

"Did you guys fight? You like slapping my husband too, son?" Papa suspects me. I stared at Bang Zamy for a moment.

"Pa, what happened to papa? Mama just got home from here looking for papa. Mama was so angry that she even hit bang Zamy...."

"Huh? That was your mama's punch?" Papa slips. I can only nod.

"Father was already mentally the three women who had the personality disorder." Papa explained. But still there was anger in his voice.

"What's? Talaq three? Is that really pa? Is this old time getting divorced?" I asked in wonder. Papa turned his gaze towards the window.

"It's too late. But papa really can't take it anymore." Papa slowly explained.

"Why can it be so pa?" I asked seriously.

"Yes. Since all the events after the events spread the truth. He is increasingly unable to control his emotions. He's wrong, he's the one who hit papa. In the first fast yesterday he even came and raged in the office, embarrassing papa just." Papa shook his head.

"Why could that be?" I asked again. Bang Zamy silently listened.

"He who threatens papa continues, if he can not expel Nindy and her mother in your house he said will divorce papa. Papa could not bear it anymore, finally after pondering for a long time, considering everything papa chose to divorce from him. Papa in a state of consciousness immediately dropped talak three this morning." Papa explained. I stared at Bang Zamy. We were confused to hear it ourselves.

"Papa's getting married to Aunt Mira?" I asked. Papa nodded his head.

"Did aunt Mira agree?" I asked again.

"For ever Miranti's mouth will say no, no need, don't do, don't love me....But I know, his heart hurts too much for loving papa."

"Oh, pa..., how come this is? How do you react after papa dropped the talaq?"

"Look at papa's feet. This morning when he was still angry while cutting a rose that withered his mental papa. He was shocked and immediately angry. He immediately threw the large scissors on the porch, because too fast, papa could not dodge, the scissors that rolled in an open state stuck into the ankle. Beuntung is not exposed to the pulse, just touching a little tendon." Papa explained.

"Have you stitched up?" Bang Zamy asked pity.

"It is but not the maximum. Papa sews himself at home with the door digedor-gedor his mother Naura." Papa speaks casually. We were silent for a moment. From the look on his face, I saw my father was tired. Mama always treated my dad.

"Papa too will soon be filing for Naura's early retirement." Suddenly, he spoke slowly.

"Tack retired?" I asked.

"Yes, another two years is also a normal retirement. Papa wants to retire early, imagine being able to enjoy the old days with Mira. Replacing the time of giving affection to Nindya, accompanying Nindya gardening must be very happy." Papa's eyes glazed over as he spoke. There was a smile behind his old-day dream.

"Papa's decision is in your hands. Choose the best, we will support." I answered. Papa just nodded.

"But I beg you both to help." Papa spoke again after a moment of silence.

"What pa?" Bang Zamy asked.

"If officially divorced papa will leave the house with clothes on the body. That's the prenuptial agreement Erlinda put forward first."

"Do you have a prenuptial promise?"

"Come, papa was blind at that time, because he was the son of the Governor at that time, papa signed it without ever thinking of divorce like this. So houses and vehicles that are all in his name papa will leave without demanding. Just beg your help, give papa a ride while papa looks for a house to live in with them. We can't keep going here. I'll talk about this with your parents Zamy." Papa spoke back. His face held optimism.

"No matter pa, stay in our house before you really marry aunt Mira. If you're officially married, you can stay here with them." Bang Zamy talking while kneeling papa's calf. I'm out of my room and looking for Aunt Mira.

"Tan..., tantee....? Aunt Mira cantiiikk...."

"Grandma's in her room aunt." Nisa pulled my hand towards aunt Mira's room.

"Tante, Naura can talk?" I asked her to put her head on the door.

"Come in, son." Aunt Mira has enlightened me. I'm sitting on the bedside in front of Aunt Mira. I held both his hands.

"Auntie.., emmm.... Papa's planning...,"

"Oh that, Ram was just carried away. Don't mind the talk."

"I mean auntie?"

"Only when the aunt was young and agile, she still moved to another heart. How ridiculous it would be to believe his talk now. Want to marry a crippled old woman like me? Aaahhh..., too far-fetched." Aunt Mira laughed blankly at me.

"What if papa's serious aunt?" I asked again. Aunt Mira instantly shut up and took her eyes off my eyes.

"No way boy. What did he expect from this auntie who already smelled of soil?" Aunt Mira spoke again. I was holding his hand even tighter.

"Maybe a regret and apology aunt. That's what papa seems to want to show me." I'm ascertaining. Aunt looked back at me.

"No longer necessary. Let auntie be like this. Your help and treatment to us all this time has made aunty much indebted. Even your kindness has made aunty not too afraid to leave Nindya and Nisa if she dies tomorrow. Someone is paying attention. His kind sister." Aunt Mira is teary.

"So? Naura's gonna call a new mama to aunty, huh?" I stand tickling aunt Mira's palms.

"What the hell, son? That's impossible." Aunt Mira blushed. I smile at Aunt Mira who blushes in shame. Then I leave the room. Sayup-sayup carried by the wind, from the direction of Al-Islah mosque has been heard I looked adhan. Me and bang Zamy carry papa to the house. Then take her lying down to bang Zamy's room.

"This is an empty room now. Papa can stay here. Only the owner's clothes haven't been taken." Bang Zamy glanced at me smiling.

"Whose room is this, son?" Papa asked.

"This is Zamy's room was pa. Now Zamy's been indexed in that room over there." Bang Zamy pointed towards our room. Papa smiled happily. While I pinched into the arm of bang Zamy who immediately after cleaning himself for a moment to the bathroom, rushed towards the mosque.