I Find Himself Within You
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"Mamaa...!" Fadhil shouted as he ran towards Jasmin and directly hugged Jasmin tightly. Jasmin returned Fadhil's embrace.
"Fadhil kangen with Mama".
"Dear, my mom is also missing Fadhil." Jasmin broke her embrace. It felt like he was so dear to Fadhil, like there was an indescribable tremor in his heart.
"Yeah, now we go home. Mama's been cooking good food for Fadhil."
"Asiiik.. Come on Ma." Fadhil jump-jumping glee. Jasmin then led Fadhil to the car. The two of them entered after being opened the door by the driver.
"Sir, we're going straight to the M area yeah". Jasmin told the driver to drive them straight to Fadhil's house.
"Good non". The driver immediately drove his car.
"Fadhil, did you memorize the way to your house? Jasmin asked Fadhil.
"Yes ma, Fadhil memorized!"
"Smart kid..." Jasmin stroked Fadhil's head fondly.
About 30 minutes the car drove, now the car driven by Jasmin and Fadhil has arrived in front of a narrow alley. The driver stopped the car and told the employer.
"In front of the narrow alley non, so the car can't get inside."
"Oh, so, sir. Yes, the car is parked here, sir. We'll walk to get in. Please bring me these bags." Pinta Jasmin to the driver.
"Good non". The driver immediately picked up a few bags of food, then took them.
"Fadhil, we're out. The car can't get in until your house."
"Yes ma.." Jasmin immediately led Fadhil out of the car and rushed through a narrow alley to Fadhil's house followed by a driver behind him.
After about 5 minutes of walking down the alley, they arrived in front of the fence of a simple house occupied by Fadhil.
"This is Fadhil's house. Let's go inside." Fadhil drags Jasmin to follow him immediately to enter the fence. Jasmin just followed suit.
"Assalamu'alaykum Nek, Fadhil home". Fadhil cried out loudly.
Miss Rossa who was just out of the house brought a cup of coffee to be enjoyed on the porch of her house, turned to the origin of the voice while smiling because she knew that calling was the grandson.
"Wa'alay....." Not yet had time to continue answering greetings, Miss Rossa was surprised by the arrival of the grandchild who took a person who was very similar to Melati, her son.
Miss Rossa reflex dropped herself into the chair behind her that automatically dropped the cup of coffee she had brought.
Prahaang.....
It did not escape the sight of Jasmin and Fadhil.
"Grandmother...!" "Mother...!" Strangled Jasmin and Fadhil together. They immediately ran over to Miss Rossa.
"Mom's okay?" Jasmin asked with a worried look at Ms. Rossa and immediately crouched down in front of the middle-aged woman. The one asked remained silent while observing that face. Miss Rossa's hand reached for a face that looked like Jasmine.
"Dark-eyed..." Mumbled Miss Rossa who had caressed Jasmin's face with teary eyes.
"Sorry mom, I'm Jasmin". Jasmin's light made Miss Rossa remove her hand from Jasmin's face.
"I'm sorry son, you guys are so similar".
Is it time for me to uncover all the truth. But that's not my power. I should how? Miss Rossa thought to herself.
"Yes mom, it's okay". Jasmin's reply scattered Miss Rossa's daydream.
"Yes ma. Fadhil into first ma, grandma." Fadhil's call made Miss Rossa surprised for the second time. The mama?
"I'm sorry mom, Fadhil called me mama. It's not my intention to want to replace the figure of mbak Melati, but Fadhil does not want to call me aunty." Jasmin explained.
I heard the breath of Miss Rossa. It's been since when Jasmin found out that Fadhil's mother was Melati. Miss Rossa can't say anything anymore. Is it possible because of this, some time ago the Son looked strange? Thought Miss Rossa.
"It's okay, Jasmin. Naturally, if Fadhil calls you mama, you are exactly with Melati. I am too". Light Bu Rossa.
"Actually I came here to.....".
"We'd better get inside first, son Jasmin, pity later if Fadhil lunches later wait." I haven't finished talking, Miss Rossa interrupted first. Miss Rossa seemed to know what made Jasmin come here.
"Alright mother. But I cleaned this glass first". Pinta Jasmin wanted to clean up the broken glass that was dropped by Miss Rossa.
"Don't kid, let me clean up later." Miss Rossa said.
"It's okay mom, I'll forget. Poor Fadhil if later play to the terrace and not yet cleaned, can-can be about Fadhil." Not finished cleaning the remaining glass shards, screeches were heard from Jasmin.
"Aww..." Jasmin was hit by the broken glass.
"You okay Non?" Ask the driver to come closer.
"It's okay sir". Answer Jasmin.
"Let's go, kid, we'll treat it inside". Sahut Bu Rossa who was nod by Jasmin.
"Sir, please put the bag inside." Jasmin's orders to the driver.
"Good non". The man was picked up by the driver and immediately carried the bag containing the food inside after Ms. Rossa and Jasmin entered.
"Just put it here, sir" Jasmin told him to put his bag on the table. While Miss Rossa went into the room to pick up the medicine box.
After a while, Miss Rossa came out with a medicine box in her hand.
"Here son, his hands are dealt with first." Miss Rossa reached out her hand to treat Jasmin's hand.
"Thank you ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you."
"It's okay son". Miss Rossa replied with a smile.
Fadhil was seen out of the room, and immediately approached his grandmother and mother in the living room. Fadhil, who knew his mother's hand in plaster, asked.
"Mama why? Why is his hand on the plaster?"
"It's okay, honey, it's just a small wound. It will heal itself." Answer Jasmin is calming.
"We'd better eat first, Fadhil wash our hands first son". Sahut Bu Rossa's.
"Good Grandma." Fadhil immediately ran towards the kitchen.
"Let's go, let's eat first". Miss Rossa brought Jasmin.
"Yes mom, I also brought my own food." Jasmin held up the bag containing the food he was carrying.
"There's no need to bother."
"No trouble to mom". They finally walked towards the dining table where Fadhil had been waiting for.
