I Find Himself Within You

Comfortable

Today, after several health tests, Fadhil was declared able to go home after the infusion was finished. Maybe afternoon or evening. The son tidied up the items that were brought into the bag. Jasmine also helped. Jasmin hasn't been able to go home at all because every time Jasmin wants to go home, Fadhil must be crying. Jasmin was heartless and finally here Jasmin, still in the hospital.

"Ma, when is Fadhil coming home? Fadhil has been sleeping, Fadhil wants to play at home." It was Rengek Fadhil who kept asking to go home.

"In a moment, baby, wait for the infusion to run out first and wait for the doctor to visit. Fadhil can go home." Jasmin said understandingly. Fadhil nodded and went back to rest.

After a while of waiting, the infusion was up, then Jasmin told Putra to see a doctor.

"Mas, the infusion is over, I'm calling the doctor right now." His words were echoed by the Son. He rushed to the doctor who was treating Fadhil.

"How's doc doing?" Jasmin asked the doctor who had finished examining Fadhil.

"Thank God, everything is normal and good. The patient can go home now". Obviously the doctor.

"All right, then excuse me. Come on, Mrs." Said the doctor while bowing slightly in respect.

"Thank you doctor". Jasmin and Putra answered at the same time.The doctor then breezed away to go outside the room.

"Thank God, finally get home too". Jasmin said after arriving at the door of the Son's house.

"Assalamu'analykum..." The son knocked on the door while greeting. Sounds from inside the house.

"Wa'alaykumsalam..." Just when the door of the house was opened, Fadhil immediately rushed into the arms of his grandmother.

"Grandma,, Fadhil kangen same granny". Her speech.

"Grandmother also misses Fadhil. How is Fadhil healed?" Tanya Rossa moved Fadhil's body from top to bottom.

"Grandmother, calm down. Because there's a mama who takes care of Fadhil. So Fadhil is healing fast." Fadhil said excitedly. Hearing the story from Fadhil, Putra and Jasmine reflex smiled, in contrast to Rossa who was suddenly silent. The son, who noticed the change in Rossa's countenance, diverted the conversation.

"We'd better go in first ma'am, we'll continue talking inside. Time to talk at the door. Lagian Fadhil also has to rest again". Rossa nodded, as did Jasmin and Fadhil.

"Ma, accompany Fadhil in the room ya". Pinta Fadhil on Jasmin. Jasmin turned his head towards Son and Rossa the money was already sitting on the living room sofa. The son nodded his head, while Rossa remained silent.

"I accompany Fadhil rest first mas, mother." Pamit Jasmin on both.

"Let's go baby." Jasmin then embraces Fadhil to enter his room. After the two entered Fadhil's room, Rossa looked at Putra with an indecipherable gaze.

"Are you still in touch with Jasmin? Ask the Son.

"I mean mother?" Not answering, the son asked back.

"But what I see, you do not regard him as your friend Son. You consider him more than a friend." The silent son did not dare to speak anymore.

"She's engaged, son, and she's not Melati. It's Jasmin!" Strictly Rossa resisted the rumble that was on her chest.

"But ma'am, they're still engaged, unmarried. Before the yellow janur curves, Putra will still try to get Jasmin. It is not the intention of the Son to be unfaithful to Melati, but the Son must also continue life as what mother once said". The son was a little restrained for fear that Jasmin would hear his chat with his mother.

"It's not love, son, but it's obsession. You're obsessed because he looks just like your wife."

"No ma'am, I was wrong. I love Jasmin. Son please mother bless what I'm fighting for ma'am." Pinta Putra lirih's. Rossa sounded a heavy sigh. He stood up and left the Son. Before that, Rossa looked at the Son wistfully.

"It's up to you son, but if you get upset one day, never blame me". After saying that, Rossa left the Son in the living room alone. Rossa who was walking towards his room, he passed Jasmin who just came out of Fadhil's room. Rossa just kept quiet to see Jasmin and just passed by. Jasmin who knew nothing just sniffed his shoulders.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?" Jasmin asked the Son who was seen bowing his head while his hands held his head.

"Ah, not pa-pa Jas. Fadhil's asleep?" Jasmin nodded.

"Udah. Oh yeah, mommy, why are you, like, weird?" Jasmin asked curiously over Rossa's suddenly changed attitude.

"What the hell do you mean?" The son scrunched his forehead confused at Jasmin's words.

"Ah, not pa-pa Mas". Jasmin then said. He does not want the Son to think to Miss Rossa. Maybe it was just Jasmine's feelings.

"Mas, since Fadhil is asleep, I'm going home." Pamit Jasmin to the Son.

"Well, if that's what I'll take you home." Bring the Son so that he can get closer to Jasmin.

"What's wrong with getting rid of nicotine?" Jasmin asked convincingly.

"Don't bother Jas, even I can smile anterin you. You've also taken care of Fadhil until heals, so let me anter you. But yeah, just using my motorbike." Point the Son to the front of the house parked by his blind motorbike.

"No pa-pa mas, it will be a new experience for me." Jasmin smiled happily.

"Well, I said mommy first to the inside." The son then walked to his mother's room after getting approval from Jasmin.

"Mom, Anterine son Jasmin went home first huh. Titip Fadhil's." There was no answer from inside, Putra just went back to the front to deliver Jasmin. Thought the Son, his mother must have heard the saying from Putra Wong his room alone was not airtight.

After making sure Jasmin climbed properly on his bike, Putra then drove his vehicle away from his yard. They do not know, since Rossa had seen the interaction of the two from inside the house since the Son said goodbye to him earlier. He looks like he breathed heavily.

On the way, they_Jasmin and Putra_ engaged in an exciting chat if seen from the often they laughed. They talked about things to the extent that the Son with all his courage carried Jasmin's hand to embrace the Son's waist. Jasmin gasped in shock, but did not reject what the Son was doing. He drowned his face on the broad and comfortable back of the Son. The son who realized that then smiled happily. The son rubbed Jasmin's hand which was coiled around his waist. Comfortable..