Doctor Naura

Chapter 69 Proposal of the Incorporation

After stopping by his grandfather's lawyer's house, they arrived at the house at about eleven in the afternoon. Ms. Nindya who will open the kitchen door was astonished to see there is a white bucket containing live fish on the terrace right at the front door.

“Why nak?” Aunt Mira who walked by holding on to the arms of papa asked to see the look on Nindya's face which was instantly like confusion.

“This is a lot of bu fish, who has delivered it huh?” Nindya finished opening the door and helped her mother up to the porch and sat on a long wooden chair.

“Waduh this much Nin, who is so kind to deliver this yes.” Aunt Mira began to hold one by one the fish that were flapping in surprise. The water in the bucket splashed into Aunt Mira's face. Then Papa came after closing half the trellis door.

“Fish what?” Papa looked at the bucket while fanning his black skull to the chest with a buttoned shirt already opened because of the heat.

“Fish cork, catfish and nimble well, a lot of this.” Mbak Nindya replied while pointing into the bucket.

“This delicious cork fish to be processed pempek again...” Papa walked into the house.

“Iya delicious anyway, but just wonder, who has been giving.” Nindya spoke again. He held the bucket and tilted it in a brighter direction. The fish seemed to be bustling. Ms. Nindya threw away the water and opened the faucet, replacing the water with new water.

“Why wonder? If you know this right away who is nganter..” Papa spoke with certainty. In his mind only guessing that one person would do so, he was a Fathur whom he had already known very well. A very loving figure in his view and he was able to pick up on the signals emitted from his attitude and behavior to his son who had long been a widow.

“Who?” Nindya asked confusedly. Both of his hands were ruffled around his waist in front of the bucket.

“Ibuuuu..., grandpa...., grandma...” Suddenly Annisa got off the bike and ran towards them.

“Tuh must be he who finished fishing, behind him there is still a fishing bag with a fishing rod poking.” Papa spoke while giving a code so that with the right hand so that bang Fathur came closer.

“Please make Nin coffee, Ask Fathur if you want to drink what.” Papa spoke to mbak Nindya who was still staring at bang Fathur from a distance. He got off the bike and took off his helmet, then walked up to Papa who was smiling kindly to welcome the arrival of the cool widower.

"Where do you get so many fish?" Papa immediately guessed.

"In the garden. I am most lazy there is no activity sir. Friends also have not so many who met again in this Pangkalpinang. So yeah go fishing." Bang Fathur spoke very kindly. His smile always expands when he speaks.

He stole the heart of the future-in-law....

"Some time we invite your friends, someone has a ship, we go fishing to the middle of the sea." Papa promises.

"Well, may that sir, I was from a teenager used to love fishing." Bang Fathur continues the conversation with papa. They seem very familiar. From fishing stories, to the mafia, meth and durian seasons become their exciting language.

*****

“Bu, Annisa is very happy today, om Fathur brought Nisa a walk around Pangkalpinang. Buy ice cream, buy pizza and here's a new shirt. Said his omnya if there is no more Nisa coronavirus will be invited around Jakarta. Nisa is very happy if you can go to Jakarta bu.” Nisa hugs her mother, in her hands hanging a typical boutique plastic bag with new clothes in it. His eyes sparkled with excitement while telling stories. His head looked up to see the face of his mother who was still unable to look at the Fathur bang who did not even greet him at all. He slowly walked closer.

"Mom, mom, you want to see the shirt?" Nisa is shaking her hands.

"Eh want dong, bring it in baby, I'll see." Nindy's mother walked over to Fathur's bang.

“Sorry sir, what will you drink..?” Madam Nindya asked the Fathur bang, but her eyes were staring at the floor and the feet of the Fathur bang were twitching waiting for the other papa to wash his feet and hands. Bang Fathur was silent. He even took out a cellphone and wallet in his pants pocket that he felt stuck while sitting. He put the wallet on the table, while the phone is still in his hand.

“Pak..., sir..., I want to drink coffee what tea or other?” Madam Nindya asked again. His hands elbowed each other, his eyes he forced to look at the Fathur bang who stared at him for a moment and then looked back at his cellphone, he seemed to not care. Madam Nindya held her breath in, then with all her courage she tried to communicate as requested bang Fathur.

“Bang Fathur, I want to make coffee for dad, brother want to drink what?” Mbak Nindya felt embarrassed to the crown had called him brother. Take it for granted when he calls his brother or name only to people he considers to be very great and learned. Hearing that, bang Fathur immediately changed his seat more upright and looked at Nindya with friendliness.

“Once dong Nindy, don't call me pack-pak-pak. I'm your class teacher.”

“Iya sir.” Spontaneous mbak Nindy spoke while nodding. Bang Fathur pulled a shoulder, heaving a heavy sigh.

“Lhooo... kok pack again anyway Nin...?” Mixed with annoyance bang Fathur grimaced to hear it.

“I'm very sorry sir.” Nindy's mother replied.

“What can change that call?” Bang Fathur was upset.

“Entah.” Mbak Nindya tried to smile, bitter because he felt wrong and embarrassed for him.

“What could possibly make you not look back on Nin?” Bang Fathur repeated his question, he tried to ask from heart to heart in a gentle yet heart touching tone, he was so lazy to hear Nindya calling him with her pack-pa-pak continued, Nindya is not his student. Nindy's mother is still unable to answer. Though his heart said, he did not deserve to try to align his position with people he considered far more everything from him.

“Look at my eyes, look, I'm not your lecturer, I'm not your boss, call me Fathur. Fathur only, enough Fathur kok Nin without sir.” Bang Fathur up and down the intonation of his voice.

“Iya sir.” Back habits don't go away either. Bang Fathur let out a long breath.

“Good son, make the same father coffee as your father's coffee.” Bang Fathur spoke quickly while again sighing deeply. How difficult it would be to just tell him to call by name alone can not, why must sir, sir and sir. He murmured in his heart. Madam Nindya nodded and passed inside.

*****

“How are you doing nak?” Papa had returned and sat back next to the Fathur bang with a plate of fried yams. Aunty Mira immediately fry the yam that is ready in the refrigerator.

“Alhamdulillah pak healthy.” Bang Fathur replied kindly.

“Have started activities on campus?” Papa asked again.

“Not sir, still waiting a little while. Oh yeah how is the court ruling sir?” Bang Fathur asked papa seriously.

“Ya Alhamdulillah Irwan has been punished according to his mistake. He masterminds the abduction and all the evidence incriminating him, coupled with the father's complaint, he is increasingly unable to evade.” Papa explained.

“Does the party there already accept the verdict sir?” Bamg Fathur still wants to know.

“It seems yes, I feel they will not dare to mess around because you are also a close family Pak Wakapolri. This is good if there are acquaintances have relatives of officials. Hehehe...." Papa chuckles happily.

“The world yes sir, that support is still so necessary for a case.” With a flat tone bang Fathur argued.

“It is because our law can still be sold.” Papa speculated as well.

“I think so.” Bang Fathur again replied in a flat tone.

“Coffee well, sir please drink.” Ma'am Nindy mentioned sir for the last time.

“Thank you.” Bang Fathur thanked him with sharp eyes staring all over his soft-spoken body. He felt a beautiful thump in his heart. If only Nindya would understand a little of what her heart meant, she would not feel uncomfortable like this.

“Drink nak.” Papa raised the coffee glass and sipped it full of enjoyment. Bang Fathur also raised his glass and just as he inhaled it, he stood coughing with a squeaky face. Bang Fathur ran away and threw away the remains of the still bitter coffee tasted on his tongue and throat.

“Why son? The coffee is bad? Anything on?” Papa held back a smile asking.

“Not sir. Only I can't stand coffee without sugar.” Bang Fathur answered honestly.

“Oalaaa..., why do you ask for coffee without sugar? If the father is already ordinary, keep from getting diabetes. Understandably old…. Hehehe...” Papa chuckles at the disheveled face of bang Fathur.

“Nindy Papa then called Nindy who immediately came by running around.

“Iya father.”

“And dad said ask Fathur what to drink.., why make bitter coffee too...” Papa was impressed to blame Mbak Nindya.

“He asked well, he said just equate with dad's coffee.” Ma'am Nindya replied with a smiling look down. Bang Fathur was increasingly fluttering at that smile. He did not smile at all, only balancing the heart rhythm with his increasingly challenged eyes conquering this meek woman.

“Bapak want to go to the bathroom for a while, son, excuse me. Uh Nindy you repeat son, if you ask the guest it must really yes.., son Fathur just say what to drink.” Papa left the two of them and headed to the bathroom.

“Sorry sir, Nindy did not know that you would vomit so, you said you want the same drink as your father's drink.” Mbak Nindy held back a smile approaching bang Fathur who was already sitting back with a tense face. He just stared at the woman before him without feeling the need to answer.

“Sir, you're angry? Sorry Nindya yes sir.” Nindy's face turned somewhat stiff, she was indeed very worried about the anger of the charismatic man in her eyes. Let alone a lecturer of S2 degree, an honorary teacher in SD Senior High School graduates, Nindya was amazed.

“Sorry sir, Nindya is very sorry. I made you a glass of warm milk coffee yes..” Madam Nindy nodded then turned the body going inwards. In his heart there was a sense of disappointment bang Fathur did not reply at all, and he was also very worried about bang Fathur was really angry at him. But he had not yet stepped foot, suddenly bang Fathur pulled his left hand mbak Nindya who immediately according to approach to the seat bang Fathur sitting. A blink of an eye at lightning speed, bang Fathur kissed the lips mbak Nindya who immediately stood free, but his hand was still held by the Fathur bang.

“Would that kiss change your call to me Nin?” In a low tone but in a bang Fathur asked.

“What does it mean?” Madam Nindya did not dare to look at her face. His heart was pounding strong. His heart seemed to want to be dislodged getting a kiss on the lips, not a kiss on the cheek accidentally again like before, during their second meeting.

“When you were kidnapped, who accompanied you in the garden until you laughed so happily?” Bang Fathur took advantage of the opportunity to ask again.

“That's Dirga, she helped save me when I was kidnapped and would be bullied them.” Nindya replied slowly.

“I wish you were kidnapped again and I saved you.” Bang Fathur drew Nindya closer. Luckily their terraces are covered in lush trees such as sapodilla and rambutan, so that scenes like the Indian film are not visible from the other direction.

“What do you mean sir?” Madam Nindya asked again. But with nimble bang Fathur stood up and brought his face closer to mbak Nindya. He spoke slowly.

“You want to know what I mean? Are you sure you'll understand if I say? Because if it's just a glance, you think I'm just playing around.” Bang Fathur spoke again.

“I'm getting confused, let go of my hand later dad comes out and sees us like this..,” Mbak Nindya worried.

“Your father has even understood the meaning of my gaze, deeds and wishes to you Nin."

“My hand hurts sir, please let go.” Nindya tried to pull her hand. But bang Fathur even pulled closer to him. She kissed Nindya's face and lips again and whispered.

“With that kiss, do you still not understand I mean Nin….? I love you Nindya, I miss you, and I'm so jealous of you being alone with the man in the garden. Let me be a regular father to your son. I love him so much...” Bang Fathur very smoothly expressed his heart. Even her clear tears involuntarily surrounded the ends of the eyes, not to fall, but enough to make Fathur bang a little foggy. He felt plump after speaking from the heart. Then slowly he released his hand in Nindya's hand. Ms. Nindya was unable to answer, she immediately went into the house, revived the gas stove and made a glass of milk coffee for bang Fathur. For some reason, his body seemed to float like cotton in the wind, lightly melting high, carrying his heart through the space full of love energy. He pinched his arm many times, making sure that Fathur's kiss and bang words just now were not just in a dream. He complained of pain, meaning he stood up to a reality. Madam Nindy smiled to herself, she stroked her cheeks and lips that Fathur had just kissed. His heart was pounding, his heartbeat seemed to race even stronger. He was very happy to hear all the things that came out of the mouth of Fathur bang. He smiled wryly while stirring the coffee. But it didn't last long, he shook his head instantly. His smile was gone again. There's no way she really loves me, isn't there a lot of college-aged women with good jobs, beautiful, young people who are so much more everything than her. Maybe he was a prankster, did not the mother say, the male character was like a cat, his nose always sniffed the scent of fish wherever he was. He took a deep breath back and slowly exhaled it, setting his breath so as not to be awkward, he then brought a glass of milk coffee out. Papa has not returned and indeed deliberately gave the opportunity for the two of them to talk.

“It's milk coffee...” Nindy's mom talks awkwardly, without a pack and without Fathur. Bang Fathur looked back at his face.

“How did you answer Nin...?” Bang Fathur stared intently at Nindya.

“Father is not back yet yes...?” Deliberately diverting the conversation, Nindy did not give an answer.

“You received my love Nin....?” Undaunted, Fathur asked again.

“Maybe dad has a stomachache.” Nindy continued the story of Papa.

“You rejected me?”

“Usually he does not leave guests.”

“You enjoyed my kiss?”

“I'll call dad.” Nindy's mom accidentally didn't answer Fathur's question. Heart's pounding. And since there was no response at all to his question, bang Fathur was overwhelmed with responsibility, he stood up and pulled Nindya behind the wall near the door next to the lush sapodilla trunk.

“My answer, do you accept my love or not Nin?” With a bang Fathur asked. His eyes were soft on the woman who made him fall in love. Nindy's lowered face was upheld by raising her pointed chin.

“Are you serious about the men in the garden?”

“No Fathur.” Mbak Nindya replied instantly, his tongue was so fluent in mentioning men that made him become more groggy.”

“Will you make me warm milk coffee every morning? Will you cook me a sweet potato stew or any other food you make yourself? Whatever you serve I'll enjoy. Will you do it for me..?”

“It can't be real.., this must be just my dream." Mbak Nindya slowly replied in a very smooth voice.

"You didn't dream of Nindy. You're awake, you're standing with the man who loves you...." Bang Fathur replied while slightly shaking both shoulders of Nindya.

"I love you Nindy, I love Annisa, marry me. Do you want to accept my proposal?" Bang Fathur spoke with a trembling tone. What a rare moment, a man proposes to a woman when he comes home from fishing. Nindya's mother was crying.

"You accepted me? You want to marry me Nin?" Bang Fathur asked.

"I just feel like this is still in dreamland." Nindy replied, her face looking up towards the tall Fathur bang. Bang Fathur hugged her with affection. Then slowly he lowered his head, tilting his head for a moment. Their lips met in gentle, warm and thrilling movements, unaware that the tip of the gun was pointing sharply at the head of the Fathur bang.

*****

(connecting..).