EPOCHS

Chapter 59

Kinza Irsyania Malik POV

One week is one month. It feels like time has gone on for so long. I'm tired of being in this hospital.

I was allowed to go home today. I actually went home, hehe. Because, Mama, Papa, Mommy and Mas Al have not allowed me to go home. They said they wanted me to recover first. Only when I recover will they let me go home.

But I refused, begging to be sent home. And, after being examined by a doctor, my condition is qualified to take road medication only. Alhamdulillahot.

Now, the green house is my goal. Yups, the military housing where Mas Al served. I was sure to go back to that house again. Although, many wounds that had scratched the heart.

Al and Mommy had come home early. Now I and Mama and Alief are left. He said they wanted to clean up the house so that I would be more comfortable to rest. Uh, glad it was.

“Assalamu'alaikum.” say me and Mama together.

“Wa'alaikum sallam, yes briefly.” reply Mother from inside there. Clamps, doors open.

“Alhamdulillah has arrived. Let's go in, yuk.” Mother graciously took me into the house. While Mas Al brought a bag of clothes. And the gimbul, he's been booby while on his way.

“Nduk, want to be here first or directly to the room only?” ask Mother gently. “You're here, Mother. Kinza wanted to look at this house first. Kangen weight.” Mother chuckles.

“Pending rest. Must be tired of this house. Must be his house like a broken ship, messy huh, Mother?” I said to Mother. Mother reflexes shook rapidly.

“Eh, no ko, nduk. You are wrong, this house is very neat and clean. A few days ago, Mas Al came home. He tidied up all of it. Understandably, even men, Mas Al is smart, smart to cook. Any work he can, Nduk.” I can already guess. He can do anything. Remembering when he taught me how to cook. Very neat and deft. Ah, so miss.

“Ehe, yes Mother. It used to be Mas Al who taught Kinza to cook. Honestly, I used to only cook instant noodles and flat eggs. It was also very messy and beleber everywhere. It tastes salty too, Mother. But, because Kinza is actively studying, Alhamdulillah is now good at cooking. Mommy can already request what masakin.” said I am proud. Yes obviously dong, this is one form of my hard work first. I can cook because I keep trying.

“Za, this is in the drink first. Miss Sada, this is her warm tea. Monggo at drinking.” said Mama while bringing water for me and warm sweet tea for Mother. Yes, you understand very well. As the doctor said, I should drink plenty of water. Hixes.

“Thank you very much, Bu.” said Mommy.

“Thank you, Ma.”, I said with a faint smile.

“Mas Al where, yes?” ask me while looking around, Mas Al is not everywhere.

“She's again in room Alief.” Reply Mama. Then I stood up to meet him. But, Mama and Mama also stood up.

“Mama and Mommy just wait here. Kinza can stand alone. Already able to walk alone as well.” said I tried to calm them.

“Bener, nduk?" ask Mommy.

“Bener.”

“Ya. Careful, yes, dear.”

“Ready."

I approached Mas Al who was sitting on a chair while carrying Alief. He's giving Alief formula milk. “Mas?” Mas Al looked at me as I called him. He stood up.

“Lho, by yourself? Mother same Mama where?” ask Al worriedly.

“They were outside, I told him to just sit down. Take it easy, I can walk by myself. Do not worry so, dong.” reply me while approaching him.

“Where is Alief? Tired of love?” ask me while playing the hand of the puffer.

“Yes that's a pity, pretty tired. More tired than just war training.” he said while chuckling softly. Weh, what did Mas Al say? More tired than war training? Can you imagine a friend?*my* is not wkwk

“Alief is really being active. He started to walk. Can't be quiet, Mom. Jahil asked for mercy. Like playing ground, like to destroy ornamental plants that you plant. I often scratch the walls with my lipstick. And, often enter the ground into your PDL shoes.” said I was anxious while looking at the peaceful face of Alief because he fell asleep.

“Wah, nice dong, Mam. Our son is super active. Well, if the gini should be a successor, Mas. So Army.” started talking about the future. Your idea has gone beyond the limit, my friend. Even when Alief was a toddler.

“Let him be what he wants to be, Mas. What matters according to his wishes." Al nodded quickly.

“Ready, Love!”

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“Za, eat first, yuk. Your mother has made chicken soup and potato paste. Here come out, nduk” Mama yells invite me to eat. In fact, it feels like you just ate, now you are told to eat again? Fat me for a long time. But, it's not good with Mother. How's dong?

“Iya for a moment, Ma.” I replied while in a hurry to get out.

I walked to the dining table. I see Mas Al is there helping Mother cook. “Eat first, nduk. Nih, mother make your favorite chicken soup suwir.” invite Bunda sumringah. He sat me in a chair, serving me with all his heart. God, thank you so much for me. For it is given to the in-laws whose hearts are very good.

“Mother, just sit here. I don't want to trouble Mother. Mother will come all the way from Yogyakarta, time to reach Jakarta to bother looking after and serve Kinza. I'm not good, Mommy.” Say it while holding your hand. He smiled gently.

“Nduk, Mommy is okay. Mother even happy to take care of you. Denger yes, nduk. You have been considered as Mother's own child. When her son was sick, did she just shut up? No way, nduk?” I'm speechless hearing Mother's explanation. I feel so lucky that my life is. Living in a fairyland.hu hu.

“Da - da mam nak.” (good meal plan) said Alief from the front. Woah, my son came apparently. You know there's good food here. hi hi.

“Iya, Grandma. Duh her handsome just woke up. Not sleep, huh, Lek? Yuk, here eat the same eye uti.” invite Mother while hunting Alief sling from Mama. Hoey, you're gonna fight for the grandkids.

“Honey, look. I'm starting to wrestle mama with Mommy. Progam yuk, Dek.” said Mas Al right in my ear. As soon as my hair stood up. He was very quick to catch the situation. Asem

“Mas ngaco ih. This stitch wound is still not healed.” reject me smooth.

“Yes, how are you, Mas."

“If you resign, Mas increasingly can not stand loh, Dek. Want nyosor defaultnya.” said Mas Al increasingly make me creep disco. Uhuy, my brain thinks everywhere. I imagined uwu-uwu with her instead. Yes gustiii, not first, not!

“Eh, the face is so, nduk. Nahan pee you?” my mother noticed the change in my face. Oh no, Mas Al don't let her leak. Can wear a lot of beabe.

“Eh no, Ma. It's not okay. Yes, I eat. That Alief kayaknya already hungry.” invite me to switch the conversation.

“Da - da ma - m na - k.” (great meal plan) Alief constantly babbling. Eum, he's hungry already.

“Alief let Mother who bribe, yes. You eat, Nduk. Come on, Miss Zahra let's enjoy.”

“Mari, Mom. I ate yes, Bu.”

“Please, Mom."

The dining room feels so warm. Rarely do moments like this happen. Because the Mother's house is far away, in Yogyakarta. Different from Mama who only in Bogor. The distance does not take long.

I saw Mommy seem cool in feeding Alief. He did not look troubled even though while eating his own food. Alief also looks a henchman, like he is happy to be bribed by eyang uti from Yogyakarta, hi hi hi.

“Da - da nu - m maa.” (dedek want to drink, Ma) huft, the language is less I understand. Understand, which baby language understands me. Hard to interpret.

Ah, not infrequently Alief cry for something. However, I don't understand what he's talking about. Mother? Is there the same? Am I the only one like this? hiks miris once.

Mas Al then gave a bottle of drinking baby blue, the contents of which were of course water. The gimbul was instantly excited. “Nu - m nu - m." (drinking, drinking) said his splashy.

“Udah, yes, do not mimi continue. Later Alief full the same drink, dong.” said me while taking over his drinking bottle.

“N - no ma - ma nooo.” (No, mama no) Alief sulks. He cried because of the drinking bottle I took. Huh this child.

“Udah, it's okay, Za. Earlier Mama saw Alief eat her a lot kok.” mama defend her granddaughter. Fine, I lost against this one-year-old baby gimbul five months, hiks

“Iya, ma.”

“Yuk further eat.”

Tok tok tok. The door was suddenly knocked by someone. Hemm, who was the one who was visiting during the day? Well, just disturb it. It's good to eat again.

Al was the first to act. He immediately got up from his seat. Go from the dining room to the front door.

“Wa'alaikum. Let's please enter mothers.” invite Mas Al. What, mothers? What do you mean by Persit's mothers? Wad, what do they want? You are Kinza dodol.

“Ma, Mommy, Kinza come out first huh. I think there are mothers of Persit come to cool down. Wait a minute, yes.” I say following Mas Al. Like she was overwhelmed facing those mothers. Lha Wong sounds a lot. There must be a lot of mothers coming.

“Well, this is my wife. Mam, these mothers are coming to see you. Mas enter yes, then.” Al came out in front of all of us.

“Mom-mom, I continue eating activities. Monggo on his further show.”

“Siap, Mr.” sahut mothers Persit together.

I sat in the midst of the mothers who carried many parcels. Starting from Yonathan's mother, Joni's mother, and other mothers that I can't mention one by one.

“Izin, mom. How is he doing now? I heard, mom in surgery huh?” mrs Yonathan looked panicked. My foster mother in this dorm is different. He seemed most worried about my condition.

“Iya, Mom. I had an operation in the stomach. Tapu, Alhamdulillah her wounds have improved.” reply me accordingly.

“Izin asked, Bu.” said Bu Joni.

“Ya, please just Mom. Insha Allah I replied.” I invite Bu Joni to ask. What the hell is he doing? How to use all permits. Hopefully, Joni did not know why this terrible event could happen. I don't want anyone else's name getting carried away in this. Had enough.

“Izin, Mom. Why did you get to the operation? Indeed, mother Danramil why?” Oh no, what I'm afraid is really happening. How's dong? Wanna answer what?

There's no way I'm carrying Amira's name. Her name may be contaminated. Pity if you get blasphemed by all residents of the Dormitory. It's my fault, but there's still something to do with Madam Amira. Then, what should I do?

“A - nu, i - tu I.”

“Good afternoon mothers, rowers. Turns out guest arrival, yes.” CONGRATULATIONS, MOTHER CAME AT THE RIGHT TIME!

“Izin, good afternoon too, Mother.” replied them simultaneously.

“Wah, this is Mr. Danramil's mother. Permission, right mom?” ask Ms. Yonathan sumringah. Mother nodded immediately.

“That's it, this is Ms Yonathan, yes?” ask Mommy. Well Mother, thank you very much. I was saved this time, huwaaa.

“Izin, very right Mother.” reply Bu Yonathan kindly.

“Izin, did not expect to meet directly with his wife general. Very lucky, yes, Mothers. Rare occasions youho.” sambar Bu Gunawan. All right, forget that there's a gossip mama here. Hixes. In fact, after this it seems like another big problem is coming my way. Please help me Mother!

“Wah, Mom could have. It's no different, ma'am. Want the general's wife, want the corporal's wife, want the Major's wife. We're the same, same wife warrior, to?” said Mother very low. I'm gobsmacked. Admired by the humility of Mother. Glad to see how Mother faces mothers with different characters.fix, this is a new lesson for me. I should be like Mama and Mama. Stay calm and calm in the face of many people, remain low even though the rank of husband is high. And, keep embracing people who have even hurt our feelings once.

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