I Choose You!
#113 As Ta Ga
I understand what happened behind the birth of Daffa. It was a tragedy, and none of that was expected to happen.
And all that happened with me as the shaft. All the bad things come from me in social.
Ira had to get Daffa in a forced situation.
I was never told who his father was. And I didn't dare to ask.
But I never thought of this. Ira was like seeing death in front of her when she said her son was sick.
“Already, Ra. No papa,” Sari tried to calm her sister-in-law this.
Daffa was always a fuss, but I never heard him cry so loudly unfinished as now. This child is smart even though many want. The ears alone had already caught the state of Daffa being sick. Ira to panic.
“Daffa why?” Ira's voice trembled as her hand gripped the shirt on my shoulder.
Calmly, as usual, papa examined Daffa who was still crying. He clasped Ira's hand and pulled her away from his shoulder. Papa sat at the end of the bed, turning his back on Daffa who was still fussy.
“Cuma Gastroenteritis. Don't be afraid,” papa still holds the hand of Ira who was crying.
“Aa, Daffa is sick what is it?!” Ira tugging papa's hand, “Turn to the hospital, Iki! Daffa!”
Papa stood up from his seat. His face looked irritated but his eyebrows raised like they were sad. He... holding Ira's face? Ira's panicked breath still lingers there.
“Quiet,” papa still holding Ira's face, “Daffa just mutaber. If rest is also healed.”
Ira started to calm down even though her tears were still rushing, “Don't really papa?”
Rizki let go of that face, “Do I lie?”
“Mamaaaaa!!” Daffa was still fussy there, accompanied by a cough in his tears.
“Aa...,” Ira back in panic.
“Udah,” papa squat over there stroking Daffa's forehead, “How long ago last vomited?”
“Pas phone earlier he puked a little,” Sari came closer after Ira sat in bed to stroke Daffa's leg.
“Daffa, if you want to vomit. Just vomiting, huh? Let it be good, spend,” papa switch position.
This man raised Daffa's head. It gives a higher cushion to its head. Clutching closer with one hand coiled over Daffa's head. One more hand massaged the small back of Daffa's head.
Papa still did it while looking at Sari, “Let you drink the same meal. Twenty minutes of vomiting. Let's not dehydrate.”
“Teh yes, dear?” Sari helped to caress Daffa.
“Don't be too sweet,” Papa is still doing what he is doing, “Sama eat banana, hmm? A little aja.”
Daffa looked calmer and nodded slowly. Makes the person here seem to be missing a bit of tension. This room is more alive with just the little things you did to Daffa.
If you remember, papa really understands children. When I was sick, everything seemed comfortable.
“Mmm!” Daffa is back.
“You vomit?” papa looked at Daffa.
The boy nodded.
Papa swiftly picked up this child to go to his bathroom. Of course with Ira still worried behind papa's back.
I think I can sit too. Down to the quiet family room. Occupy one sofa. While listening to the bustle of the adults dealing with Daffa pain upstairs.
“Rasyi,” voice Sari? “Rasyi if you want snacks, it's on the kitchen shelf. Take it yourself huh?”
“Iya, aunty,” I smiled widely.
The woman climbed the stairs. Carry a tray with a light menu for the patient above.
I was confused as to what to do.
“Kak Fares on campus again? Huuh...,” I sighed.
Besides all the things that had happened in the space of less than ten minutes since setting foot in this house, my head was still focused on something else. Nothing else and nothing, Brother Fares.
I'd love to show you how hard my head is. That's not something that can be exhibited. I mean, I'd love to... What is it...?
Hooa! I was sleepy. I wanted to get his attention....
.
.
.
“Hmm?” i wake?
“Do not sleep here, come on. We go home,” papa?
Did I fall asleep? What time is it? Go home, where to?
“Do not eat first?” The sari?
Oh, aye. We're at Hendra's. Because Daffa was sick and Ira panicked about it. And I seem to have fallen asleep on the couch even when I'm sitting.
Hm? Papa's fingers rub cheeks under my left eye. Without me realizing it to be true, this papa squatted close in front of me. He gently stroked me, as usual.
“Toooooooo ya?” papa plays hair on my crown, “Eat first a little.”
Papa always tried to maintain my health even with only my food. Not missing a single time to eat became his routine. Even though it was icy cold, he was still a worried person.
“Iya...,” I rubbed my eyes and really woke myself up.
Sari caressed me. He went away towards the kitchen. I think he wants to prepare food.
Eight o'clock at night? Because it's Hendra's working hours, he should be home at this hour anyway. It was already in time, this housewife prepared dinner.
“Fish,” sound Ira?
My eyes realized a mother was carrying her child closer. Looks like papa's business isn't done yet. If that's the case, why am I building papa here?
“He wants you,” Ira shows his son who reached out to papa.
Rizki has no reason to refuse a sick child. He took over carrying Daffa and stroked her hair.
“No sleep?” papa got this kid hugging her tighter.
Ira's closing in, “Those daffodils are sleeping with Daffa, please? I'm afraid he can't sleep all night..”.
Papa is silent for a moment, “Daffa sleeps, yuk.”
Not eating this?
Look them. It's like posing as a family photo....
I looked at them again carefully. Let them speak to their wishes.
If for example papa and Ira get married, isn't this picture going to be immortalized in the album photo? That picture, I'll see every day.
Somehow, I'm uncomfortable. I don't understand, but it really makes me remember Fares, who is moving away more and more. Every moment that misses his attention.
Don't know why, one name came up.
Vast.
However, why?
“Rasyi eat first, hmm?” papa stroked my forehead.
I'm speechless, “Iya..”.
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“Huuuh...,” I cannot stop sighing. Last night it was hard for me to sleep, too, “Tick...”.
“Attended?” Firna took me while we were done taking off the shoes, “Marathon?”
“Where can I watch?”
Hm? Why did the people around him give off such a strange aura. They're like... gossiping about me? What was?
“Marathon once, later do not sleep altogether!” Firna goes first, “But pingin.”
I followed him into class. Still with awkward circumstances is not pleasant. Even though Firna still chirped not responding, or not realizing it.
Actually... pa?
“As, ta... Race!”
I couldn't stop my surprised face, just like Firna who stopped across from our table. My eyes found the shocking object very well.
My desk was originally still with a green cloth tablecloth matching with another. Now, it's broken full of scribbles.
