Halal Me With Your Parent's Ridho

41. Eve

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New hope will come as we leave the past behind. Without the need to bring it in our steps, it should be if the past we should leave behind. Because our lives keep moving forward, not stopping in the past.

He put his tiny body back on the wooden chair, stared at the envelope in his hand. He let out a long breath, his wass felt.

" Sampean didn't intend to open it ? "

" I'm going to open in the house, what about sampean ? "

" I will also open it at home, in front of my family. Oiya may I ask for a mobile phone number until, maybe we will one school. " Say that skinny girl.

" I hope yes, this is to save. " Then giving a paper that contains a note of the phone number.

Time began to go by noon, and the activity was closed and one by one the people in the room began to leave the room. The two girls split up in the parking lot as Wardah continued her journey on a motorcycle. While Tari will go to the hospital with angkot.

Dari stepped out of the building and walked towards the gate. The sun this afternoon was so hot that his sweat dripped from his forehead, the angkot that was awaited earlier also did not come. A car stopped in front of him, simultaneously appearing to descend a person from the driver's door.

" Assalamualaikum, Mrs Nyimas Khodijah Bramastari "Say the man.

" Walaikumsalam, Enggeh I need what sir ? "

" What are you doing here, introduce me to Rizki "While linking her hands to her chest while commenting on the smile on her white face.

" Yes sir, do you know me ? "

" Have you forgotten Miss Nyimas?, I was the one who gave you the envelope earlier. "

" I'm sorry sir didn't recognize you. "

" It doesn't matter mom, the next most important thing you have to recognize me because we will meet more often. Is Miss Nyimas waiting for an angkot ?

" Yes sir, just call me Dance Sir like the others. "

" Mother Dance, where else would you like to go after this ? "

" I'm going to the hospital first sir, "

" Ouwh, then excuse me first Ma'am. Assalamualaikum "

" Come sir, waalaikumsalam. "

Angkot who was waiting for him from then on also finally came, taking the girl to the hospital where she had been treated. He does not need to queue because before he first register using the application service provided by the hospital to facilitate patient service.

Before waiting in the waiting room, his name was called. The girl went in to the doctor's room to check on her. The middle-aged doctor examined him carefully, asking what complaints felt by his patient.

" In fact for his surgical wound there is no problem, and I think the condition is good. But if I think the problem now is your psychic Miss Tari. "

" Max doctor ? "

" You have a trauma to something that causes pain in your head when you think of something that has passed. The pain you feel will be even more painful if it's a bad memory."

" Is this situation dangerous for me doc ? "

" Not as long as there is no trigger, so as much as possible now you have to live happily. "

" Good doc, "

" Dear Ma'am Dance my son is all girl otherwise you have made me a ghost....... Because there is nothing else I just write vitamins and pain relievers, for pain relief if it does not feel it does not need to be drunk Yes Bu Tari. Please redeem the medicine in the pharmacy, and hopefully soon recover." Said Doctor Hasan trying to seduce Dance.

" Thank you Doc, Assalamualaikum "

" Same - same Miss Tari, Walaikumsalam. "

All the words of the middle-aged Doctor ringed in his ears, how could he now experience something like this. It became his burden how he had to explain his condition to his parents. The girl walked down the hospital corridor to the pharmacy in front of the hospital building.

Brukh ...........

The tiny body, smashed into a stocky figure in front of him as he walked with his face down, not knowing that there was someone in front of him.

" I'm sorry I didn't accidentally. " Say without lifting his face.

" Mother Dance, is this really you ? " Ask with wonder.

Dance like a stranger when hearing someone he hit earlier, especially after the person mentioned his name. Then he lifted his face, and found the men he knew.

" Mr Fahmi ? "

" Mommy Dance what are you doing here ? why are you alone, where is your husband ma'am ?" The question escaped from the man's mouth. Because as far as Mr. Fahmi knows, Tari was married a few months ago.

" I'm going to the pharmacy, sir, "With her bland smile while lowering her face.

" U tal "Sounds the call of the little girl, walking with a slash on her right foot but once she has trouble.

" Eve. " The girl immediately grabbed the little girl's body into his arms.

" U Tal, Wawa Angen, U Tal dak ateng - ateng. Wawa angis, U Tal puppet government. " She said while stammering - bricks accompanied by tears that had spilled from their place.

" Mum Tari ngak where - dear, Bu Tari there is just a little tired Bu Tari so Bu Tari rest at home. "

The little girl did not want to release her embrace from the body of Dance, she was so tightly hugging the body of her Ex-Mother teacher. Mr. Fahmi painstakingly persuaded his little daughter, to let go of his embrace. But the effort made by Mr. Fahmi was only him - in vain because the more he made many reasons, the tighter Eve hugged the body of Dance.

" Dear, Miss Tari has trouble breathing if Eve hugs her too tight. Eve is big body kasian Bu Tarinya dear. "

" Dak, Wawa dak au epas ti U Tal lang agi. " Answer's plain.

The little girl really loves Dance, for some reason she loves Dance so much. A few months left Eve Dance not eager to live her days. The little girl became a quiet girl not as happy as before, she so lost the figure of Dance.

" Sorry Ma'am Dance if Eve has been troublesome you, ouw yes you said you wanted to go to the pharmacy. Let's send my mother, Hawa Gendong Yamah used to kasian Bu Tari if you have to carry Hawa. "

" Dak au Yayah, U Tal lang agi. "

" Dear Bu Tari will not go anywhere, Eve is now a big Bu Tari can not walk if while holding Eve. Eve same Dad and Miss Tari walk next to you huh. "

The little girl seemed to think, considering the word Dance. He began to withdraw his embrace, and came down from the lap of Tari, raising his hand which was immediately welcomed by his father's helping hand.

" Other weight is the daughter of this father, "The carrying of the little girl while occasionally kissing the head of the girl.

The three men walked down the corridor to the dispensary, accompanied by a smile that developed on the faces of the three. Everyone who passed by them seemed to be smiling at the sight the three people created. A well-built man in his striped uniform, holding a sweet child with extraordinary privileges. Accompanied by the steps of the girl clad in syar'i clothes, who occasionally wiped the saliva coming out of the sweet girl his father carried. What a picture of a small family that looks very happy.

" U Tal, Wawa and U Tal Lang gi. Wawa kut U Tal, Wawa ayang U Tal. " The little girl got down from her father's arms, and walked over to Tari. Holding the end of the Dance's robe tightly, her tears had already soaked both of her cheeks.

" Dear Miss Tari, where she's not going - where "His heart hurts so much to see Eve's cry, she can't bear to leave the girl.

" Dear Miss Tari must go home, later Daddy and Mom Bu Tari will tangent looking for Bu Tari. "

" Wawa kut U Tal, Wawa anji dak kalah. " The girl still did not move from the feet of Dance.

" Yes, let's take Miss Tari home, baby, Eve is silent. "

" Mr Fahmi, will it not trouble you if you have to deliver me ? "

" No Ma'am, let's go in "When you open the car door.

Dance immediately got into the car, grabbed the little girl's body and in her seat on her lap. The car immediately drove towards the highway leaving the hospital parking lot. During the journey, Eve was unrelenting singing and occasionally chattering cheerfully. Her little mouth was unrelenting - it was constantly telling her about all the things she was going through.

" U Tal dak by iyang agi ya "Seeing Dance seriously.

" Mum Tari ngak where - dear. stroked slowly the head of the little girl.

" Yayah, U Tal adi Unda Wawa yah .... ? " His little hand shook his father's heavy hand driving.

Instantly the atmosphere became silent, and it happened that the car was at a red light. The two adults looked at each other, confused by the circumstances and whether the right answer to answer Eve's question.

" Dear Ma'am Dance already has om, so can't be mother Eve. "

" U Tal dak ayang Wawa ? "

" It's not like that, baby, Miss Tari, too bad Eve. "

" Wawa ngil U Tal unda huh ? "

Dari looked at Mr. Fahmi, who began to step on the gas pedal because the traffic lights had turned green. Mr. Fahmii who was stared at by Tari also nodded with a smile as if knowing the max of Dance even without sound.

" Yes, darling can. "

" Acih unda, Wawa yayang unda. "

Dari stroked the little girl's head slowly, accompanied by sholawat chants from her mouth. The girl who was in his lap really enjoyed the touch, before long her breath began to be regular and her eyes began to shut.

" I'm sorry for Hawa Bu Tari's behavior, she was so lost when she found out Ms. Tari stopped teaching . Even for a few days he didn't want to go to school. "

" Don't apologize sir, I'm happy to be close to Eve. Sister Rina also told me that." while commenting on the smile on her face.

" Sorry Mom, what about your wedding ? "

" It turns out we have not been a match, sir, "Tari said with a long sigh while peeping the head of the little girl in her lap.

Seriate..........