First Love of Kalila

BonChap-02

“I widower. And have no children.”

At once the woman turned her face back, looking at Ibrahim. For some reason, ever since Ibrahim took off the shirt and put it on him, there was a fine thump in his heart.

Knowing that Ibrahim did not have a partner, the woman was delighted. Without him noticing the pink lips was smiling faintly.

“Dhea, introduce, my name is Ibra. And it looks like I should stay here. Because no one is waiting for me at home. Anyway, I booked a VIP room. So it would be a pity if I didn't stay here.”

Dhea could no longer hold her lips to not smile widely, looking at the back of Ibrahim who was now stepping towards the sofa bed in the hospital room.

“Why do you know my name?”

Ibrahim stopped his steps and turned to look at the woman. “Of course I know from your ID card. It was I who registered you to do the inspection and stay here.”

Dhea nodded listening to Ibrahim's explanation. The man stepped back to the sofa bed, then laid his body there.

“Oh yes, I am still 37 years old. I'm not that old. So, don't call me Father!”

Dhea fell silent and nodded.

***

The infusion needle is attached to the right hand, making Dhea unable to feed herself. Inevitably, Ibrahim fed him. Starting with breakfast, lunch, to dinner, Ibrahim is the one who takes care.

For the first time Abraham served someone so sincerely. Unlike what Dhea felt, there was absolutely no fine palpation in her heart when she was close to the woman. She was 17 years younger than him. Ibrahim accompanied him until now, it was purely out of pity.

Ibrahim often accompanied Dhea to report her rape case at the police station. And without feeling it has been a month since that incident. Dhea had recovered and started to forget those bitter memories. He decided to return to Tasikmalaya, his homeland.

“Don't your sister need a fee to get into college? If you don't work, what about your sister's lecture?” ibrahim asked, as they met at a cafe not far from Dhea's residence.

“I'll work there only.”

“Have a job or still have to search again?”

“Still have to search again, Kang. But I still have savings for the next two months, to help my mother and my sister's tuition fees,” explained Dhea. Ibrahim speechless. The man seemed to be thinking about something.

“What if you work with me? Not in my family's company, because there's still no labor acceptance, now. But help me to clean and cook in my apartment.”

“Means being household assistant?” ask Dhea. Ibrahim nodded his head. Any job, it doesn't really matter to Dhea. But her mother would definitely not approve if she became a servant in people's homes. His mother would definitely say, 'no need to get out of town if only working as a household assistant, in Tasik can also.’

Dhea knew the character of the mother.

“You are calm, even though a housekeeper, I still give a salary according to UMR,” said Ibrahim. “Partially I live in an apartment, not too spacious as home.”

This time Dhea nodded her head.

“Then I will look for a contract around my apartment. Because I live alone, so there's no way you're staying with me.”

Again, Dhea nodded in agreement. And the next day, Ibrahim went back to see Dhea and helped the woman move to a boarding house not far from the apartment occupied by Ibrahim. The man also took Dhea to his apartment.

Dhea's mouth is gaping. “I think the apartment room was not much different from the map. This is bigger than the mother's house in the village.”

Dhea's eyes continued to explore the house. Until he subconsciously hit Ibrahim who stood right in front of him.

“Ma-sorry Pak.”

“Don't I ever say, don't call me Sir. I'm not that old!”

“I'll work with you. It would be rude if I didn't call sir. Lagian ... My age is also still 20 years, while Mr. 37 years, exactly the same as my uncle.”

Dhea's eyes instantly rounded. The woman waved both of her palms. “Don't Sir ... Uh ... Kangs. I ... I will not call Sir, again,” he said.

Ibrahim smiled widely. The man also told Dhea what work to do. The woman also agreed.

Every day, Dhea came after Ibrahim went to work. If it's a workday, there's not much work done by Dhea. In fact, it could be said, the woman was more relaxed while watching television. Because his job is to clean the apartment that is not dirty, and wash dirty clothes, and make dinner for Ibrahim.

The woman had just come out of Ibrahim's apartment, after the owner returned from the office. Because Dhea had to serve warm tea when the man arrived.

“Please Kang, the tea,” said Dhea, as Ibrahim, who had just returned from work, laid himself on the sofa.

Dhea said goodbye afterwards.

However, when the weekend arrives, Ibrahim usually invites Dhea to buy cooking ingredients. Meat, fish, eggs, vegetables and a wide variety of kitchen spices, for one-week cooking stock.

And now, Dhea has been working for a month in Ibrahim's apartment. The plan, today they will go to the supermarket to shop for ingredients. However, when Dhea had just finished cleaning the apartment. Body's limp.

Ibrahim, who saw him, ran over to Dhea.

“You why?”

“It's been three days, my head likes dizziness. I'm also a little nauseous, Kang. Maybe catch a cold,” replied Dhea.

“Then you rest in the guest room. Let me go to the supermarket.”

Dhea nodded. With Ibrahim on the papah, the woman stepped into the guest room and immediately laid down her body. Ibrahim rushed to the supermarket.

Before returning to the apartment, Ibrahim stopped by Kalila and Dimas' house. Ask the Aunt to make ginger water for Dhea.

“Dhe ... I'm already home. Here I brought my tantic ginger water. So that the wind enters you quickly subside. Usually, if I catch a cold, the aunt makes ginger water, and after that my body feels fresher,” said Ibrahim.

There was no reply from Dhea, Ibrahim checked the woman into the room. It turned out that Dhea was lying on the floor. Gegas Ibrahim took Dhea to the hospital.

“Congratulations yes Sir. From the examination results. Wife Father, positive pregnant.”

Those words made Dhea feel like she was struck by lightning. The woman was in shock. Because Dhea was fully aware, if it was the result of a rapist*saan two months ago.

“We have registered with an obstetrician, so that in check more fully, you can consult.”

“The gestational age is nine weeks, and this is her fetal pouch.”

***

Currently, Ibrahim can only stand in front of the door of the guest room, his apartment. Since coming home from the hospital, Dhea continued to cry and roar in there.

Three hours later, Dhea came out of the room and approached Ibrahim.

“Tomorrow I will return to Lake, Kang.”

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