Doctor Naura

Chapter 74 Seputches of the Story

Me and bang Zamy pick up Annisa at Nindya's house before going to the airport. Earlier, Fathur called asking to be picked up at the airport. He had just returned from Yogyakarta after selling all his properties there. There was nothing left but sweet and bitter memories of her being with Vioni and Royyan.

“Where are we going, auntie?” Annisa asked us when she was done wearing her ping shoes.

“Pick up om Fathur, she has souvenirs for Nisa.” I answered.

"Don't be naughty later." Nindya's mother told her little girl. Nisa just nodded.

“Om Fathur buy what it does for Nisa...” He held my right hand.

“Nisa ever said to buy once what is the same about Fathur?” I asked him who was smiling happily.

“You buy a bag that can be dragged using wheels, like having someone in the tivi that you know..” He replied with sparkling eyes. How beautiful he looks.

“Owh.., lest om Fathur forget that buy it mah.” Bang Zamy scratched his non-itchy head. Hearing the words of bang Zamy, the innocent girl fell silent at once.

“Nisa don't want ah pick up.” His face looks disappointed.

“Eh, there was just an om Fathurnya said same aunt.” I held his hand which was about to turn around.

“No bag, said om Fathur earlier all stores are still closed. No one sells wheeled bags.” Bang Zamy still teases Annisa while lifting her body up to the car behind herself.

“Already ah..., really like to see a child crying.” I pinched his left waist. He laughed crisply while sitting on the steering wheel. Looking for a moment at Nisa who was scowling towards him.

“Caaa...” Bang Zamy persuaded Annisa who was still pouting. However Annia turned her gaze outside the car.

“Annisa the cantiiik, niece of Zamy sayanh Bang Zamy persuaded him.

“Nmobile.” His eyes began to glaze over.

“You are...” Bang Zamy turned his head with great difficulty in order to touch his chin.

“Ngak.” He glanced for a moment at the Zamy bang who was installing the seat belt. She was so misbehaved that she saw Nisa almost cry. He then waved to Nindya who was still standing on the porch beside his house. We started walking.

*****

“Halo om Fathur.., huh? Whahuh? Oh the ping color bag has wheels already been purchased? Real nice? Wawww..., Okay okay..” Bang Zamy pretended to put his phone to the right ear. Annisa immediately brought her ear closer to the Zamy bang. He stood in the middle of the car, his head looking up at the Zamy bang. I smiled, looking at the two in turn.

“What about Zamy calling Fathur?” Nisa did not stop asking as well.

“Iya dong.” Bang Zamy replied loudly.

“What's he saying? Have you bought Nisa a nice bag that can be scratched?” His expression was so funny and hopeful.

“Say was yes, he had bought aunty Naura a ping bag that can be scrapped because there is a wheel...” Bang Zamy stared at the little girl who had sat back down pouting in the middle seat through the middle rearview mirror.

“Not for aunt Naura..” My nephew's face bent back. His eyes are wet. How disappointed his face became.

“For whom?” Bang Zamy smilingly asked after I gave him the code to persuade him.

“For Annisa, it must be Fathur bought it for Nisa. Not for aunt Naura." This innocent sinless fellow started to wet his cheeks with tears. In vain his mother had sowed powder sow almost a handful.

“Who said?” Bang Zamy asked again. I don't know how many pinches, this time I pinched his left thigh even harder. He complained of pain. But his smile still expands feeling managed to prank Annisa.

"That's ah...." This time I pinched her cheek, then turned to Nisa. I put a tissue on his cheek.

“Om Fathur said before going to Jogja, he said he wanted to buy wheel bags for Nisaaa.., not for aunt Nauraaa..” She tried to hold back the tears even though her tears fell back.

“Owh means om misheard earlier. Aunt Naura means not bought a good bag that can be dragged there are wheels the same om Fathur.., kasiaannn...” Bang Zamy pinched my cheek while driving.

“Hahaha. Om must have misheard.” The beautiful boy came back cheerfully. He wiped his tears with the back of his right palm.

“Iya om misheard, forgive om ya Nisa dear.” Bang Zamy stared into the rearview again. Nisa has returned to widen her smile.

“Om for om...,"

"Yes yes, yes...."

“Have already been.., do not be sad anymoreiii.., now will be bought a good one om Fathur.” Bang Zamy got carried away. He was very young, perhaps only able to remember it, but the bad memories are still stored. The crime of the person who was paid to pretend to be his grandmother still lingers in his mind. It's so wonderful to imagine everything. Bang Zamy took a deep breath.

*****

The weather was very cloudy when it was three in the afternoon when we went to pick up. After almost an hour of walking in the middle of the traffic jam on the road Pangkalpinang, we reached Depati Amir Pangkalpinang Airport. I put Face Shield on Nisa's pretty face. We climbed into the pick-up room, the car parked just behind Damri's car to Muntok. Cars waiting for passengers there should not be long. Otherwise it will immediately sound the whistle of airport security.

We had just come down, from afar we saw Fathur walking out. The airport that began to be crowded still showed his tall and handsome dashing body. Her smile was perfect for a cool widower. On his left shoulder a black handbag hung, with fingers holding a large box that looked light. Dressed in black fine jeans and dressed in a small blue checkered shirt lined with an expensive leather jacket in sporty shoes, he stepped quickly towards us. In his right hand he holds a ping-colored children's trolley bag with Frozen characters wrapped in transparent plastic gifts.

“Om Fathuuurr...." Nisa ran into the arms of Fathur bang who immediately sat down to open her hands. I was moved. He is not like a widower who has proposed to one-child widows, but rather looks like a biological father who has not met his baby for a long time. For those who do not know, they will think that Fathur and Annisa are father and biological children. So all the passengers who happened to pass by saw the two hugging warmly just joined in smiling happily.

*****

"Om Zamy, it's true that this is Nisa's property, not Naura's aunt said om Fathur." Nisa spoke seriously to the smiling bang Zamy.

"Yes yes, I heard it wrong." Bang Zamy held the little girl's head.

"Honey, sometimes a shadow like this, darling comes to the airport to pick up brother with a beautiful little girl." Bang Zamy whispered to me. I just gave my smile to him.

"God willing all live long, and your dreams will come true." I returned the whisper. Bang Fathur who had gone to the toilet for a moment was back, we immediately got in the car. It was my turn to sit in the middle seat. Bang Fathur I told him to sit in front, and Annisa even wanted to come in the seat of the prospective father.

"Not a virus, is it?" Bang Zamy turned to Bang Fathur.

"How many times have you checked along the way. New Normal, but still social distancing. God does not carry a virus...." Bang Fathur spoke while stressing his chin as it was anxious to Nisa's fragrant head.

"But it seems like a positive brother to the virus." I'm talking sideways.

"Halaaaahhh is delicious." Bang Fathur pretended to sneer at me.

"Virus of love with Nindya?" I approached her asking teasingly.

"Well if that's poseteeeeeeppp...." He laughed happily. Bang Zamy smiled broadly.

*****

Bang Zamy momentarily pulled back his car guided by airport officials. Then move on through the second path. The car immediately went down, turned and headed for the exit. We started to hang out in the car without noticing a pair of eyes, through the stormy glass window of Damri's car which was exactly parked in front of Zamy's bang car. His white face instantly flushed reddening angrily at the affection of the Fathur and Annisa bangs.

"Sister! Sis! Oi sis. Mano pulo oi chauffeurnyo this. Sis! Oi brother!" (Sister! Brother, hey Brother. Where was this driver. Sis! Hey Brother!) He tapped on the glass of Damri's car he was riding on more than half an hour ago with a live engine. The driver came after throwing cigarette butts into a large stainles trash can at the end of the room.

"Ye buk's. Ngape buk?" (Yes mom, why mom?) The driver asked friendly. He approached the head through the open left car window.

"Ai lamo pulo nian you've come. I did not go to Mentok well, pay anter I followed the car. The car that parked here...." (It was a long time ago that you came. I'm not going to Mentok, let's get me to follow that car. The car parked here.) The woman's mouth pointed towards the car bang Zamy disappeared. The driver held his head back, and rubbed his somewhat dull face.

"I'm sorry buk ye, dak bise Saye. Saye Agik waiting for passengers tige urang agik. It's not good to keep a promise about e." (Sorry mom, I can't. I was waiting for three more passengers. It's not good to be left because of an appointment.) The driver answered. He then took the sunglasses in the pocket of the white clothes Damri uniform he was wearing and put them over his head.

"Well you e, I'm paying kage more than your passenger's tigo wong. Payulah." (Are you yes. I'll pay more than three of your passengers. Come onl.) The woman was half pushy. He looked towards the exit. Our car left the airport area.

"Sorry mom ok. We're dak bise. This is lame buk. I'm looking for another car is ok." (Sorry yes ma'am, I can't. This is an old subscription, Mom. I'm looking for another car, yeah) The driver suggested gently. He then moved away to where some people were also waiting for passengers.

"Dead, take care of you. Idak beguno nian live this you. Tau mak this earlier nyesel did not directly I intercept bae lanang that earlier." (Oh, die quickly. It is useless for your life. If you know this, I regret not directly intercepting the man earlier.) The woman sat down again in the passenger seat in anger. Three other passengers pretended not to hear and see the woman.

"Ado not you travel private car here?" The woman spoke while calling bang Fathur. But not raised at all.

"Woi I'm talking to you." The woman turned to the thirty-year-old man to her right seated. But the man looked back. Two smiling mothers stared at him. Feeling no response, the beautiful woman gnashed her molars furiously.

"Deaf galo apo wong Bangka ni?" (What is the deafness of all these Bangka people?) The woman spoke to herself while slamming her phone into the bag on her lap. The two middle-aged women behind giggled.

"Well, did you get that ketawo-ketawo pace, huh? Why am I apo?" (Why are you laughing, huh? Talking about me, huh?) This beautiful woman is getting riled up. He spoke while looking at the two middle-aged mothers who were far above his own age. But the two did not even care, and even bigger the laughter.

"Well I'm deaf galo niaaannn wong Bangka niii...." (Nah has completely deafened all these Bangka people.) He slumped and leaned his head against the back of the car seat. Long-lasting annoyance.

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