I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

Zaeni

Zaeni knocked on Delia's room door, before entering.

The room that was never locked was empty. He looked for the figure of his sister, inside and found her just coming out of the bathroom.

"Sister?" Little surprised. When looking at the casually dressed man by the side of his bed. Standing looking at himself.

"Where do you think you are?"

"Only in the bathroom," pressed a button near the back of his hand. Until the wheel rolls itself closer to Zaeni.

The man sat on the bed of his brother. Waiting for Delia to approach.

"How was the day, you?"

"Baik–" Delia smiled, as her brother's delicate hand rubbed her reddish cheeks gently. "sister doesn't practice?"

Zaeni. "I'm taking a day off today. The plan is to take you somewhere."

"Wah– will." Eager.

"Yes, I called the waiter first to help you get changed, yeah."

Delia mangosteen, feeling happy.

"It just so happens that today my sister-in-law left, so I'm kind of bored."

Zaeni smiles. "Yes I went out first, while checking for a moment, the condition of Devan's Omnipotence."

"Yes, brother. I'll see you in the basement, yeah."

The brother nodded while moving. He walked out of his room and asked one of the servants there to help Delia. Before entering Madam Briana's room.

Hc .. tok ...

Zaeni tapped politely, before finally hearing the words from Bu Asmia inside.

After entering, he nodded once. Greet them both politely.

It appears there that Ms. Asmia is feeding old women with porridge.

"Good day, Madam." Zaeni greeted kindly. Until the woman's lips smiled while nodding.

"Please Mr. Zaeni." Ms. Asmia moved out of her chair. Make room for that relaxed looking man.

"Thank you, Mom." Zaeni approached Nyoya Brianna while pulling a trolley containing the necessary medical equipment. Then sit in his chair. Pressing the base of the plastic bottle, containing antiseptic liquid.

"How are you, Madam?" Zaeni rubbed both hands. Flatten the liquid to the sidelines of the fingers.

"Danishka..." (Good.) He tried to answer. With lips still slightly clenched tightly.

"Thank God, but her hands are already a little light, huh?"

Madame Brianna tried to move her hand. Showed good things after being treated by Zaeni and his friend.

"Omah– can even, hit your arm. Like this." Madam Brianna patted Zaeni's arm softly while chuckling. After trying to speak, even in a very unclear voice.*

Zaeni laughed, slowly.

(Originally omah still has difficulty speaking, typical of someone who has a stroke. Posts above to facilitate dialogue only.)*

"The lady could." Zaeni has put on latex gloves. After that check his blood pressure. "Well, Madam's blood pressure is pretty high. Zaeni will give you medicine. Now Zaeni will inject this drug first."

The wrinkled lips smiled, delighted. Permit Zaeni to do anything.

Yes, the young man next to her really tried once to make amends for both of her parents. Thanks to that special treatment, Brianna recovered faster.

"Hold a minute, ma'am." Zaeni pushed the drug into his veins. "Okay– is done. Tomorrow just get ready to see Dr. Ardina."

Gently he spoke, after removing the needle from the place where the drug was injected earlier.

Brianna nodded slowly, while Zaeni immediately repackaged the equipment. Take him back to the corner of the room, after which save some that need to be put in a sterile closet.

He's approaching again. "Okay, today my job is done. Later in the afternoon, I will check again. Now, take this medicine first. So that the lady's blood pressure stabilizes again."

Brianna touched the hand of Zaeni who was holding a bottle of medicine.

"Don't call me, Madam. Just call, Omah."

Zaeni.

"Call me Omah. Call omah ya– don't Madam."

"Mistress?" muttered Zaeni, although Brianna's speech is unclear. But he can understand a little.

"Omah" Briana repeated.

"I don't deserve to call the Madam that."

"It's me who told you to. Call me Omah. From now on."

"But, Madam."

Brianna shaking hands, Zaeni. "Omah–"

Zaeni's beautiful eyes crystallize. It was awkward to try to say that word.

"O–mah–"

"Tune in, like your sister too. Anywhere else, call me that."

"Omah–" Zaeni muttered again, before finally grabbing Brianna's hand, tucking it softly. Feeling happy.

He was a good son .. Erik's secretary used to be an honest and kind young man as well. But I don't know why it became like that. Hopefully, you also remain consistent to be a good-natured young man yes. –Brianna membatin. He rubbed the back of the boy's hand.

***

In an amusement park...

Zaeni pushed his sister's wheelchair. Tracing that place. The girl who was enjoying the rainbow-colored candy was enjoying the comfortable atmosphere in the park.

"Sister, why was it so long ago?"

"No chatting for a while with Omah." Smiling delightfully. His hand was still pushing the wheelchair.

"Sister was asked to call him, also called Omah?" Delia looked excitedly. Make her long hair that is scattered, wind blushed.

With white flops on the left and right sides of his bangs, holding the bangs that were already along the bottom of his eyes did not block the view.

"Yep–"

"So good, Devan, so good?"

Zaeni smiled again. "Yep–"

Still continue to explore the area that has seen many visitors. They went around, without riding a single ride though. Although Zaeni has offered, Delia does not want to. He prefers to go for a walk. After being at home all this time.

"Doctor Zaeni?" A woman with a boy about five years old called out to him. Zaeni turned his head, looking for the origin of the voice.

"Well, is Dr Ardina here?"

The tall-looking woman, with her long hair slightly bobbing was smiling.

"It's my day off. Take my son for a walk."

"Oi ..." Zaeni turned her gaze to the handsome boy next to Ardina. While Delia waved her cheerful hand at the child. Which was directly answered by him.

"Hallo, um. Kakan–" he said as he bowed once politely.

"Hello also– what's your name, handsome?" Zaeni extended her hand. Actually he already knows, but for pleasantries only.

"I'm Zidan."

"Our names are the same." Zaeni.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, just the front initials. Z .." answered Zaeni. Those over there laughed.

"Mother, let's get on the windmill." Take the child then, after a short conversation.

"Oh, okay, baby." Ardina turned back to Zaeni and Delia. "Sorry we have to go first."

"okay ... Have fun, yeah."

"Yes Doctor." Dina touched his son's shoulder. "Greetings, son."

"Om, brother. Zidan go first yeah, see you later."

"Geez, that's funny. We should meet sometime, yes" replied Delia, who received a handshake from the boy after nodding.

Zaeni's gaze then followed them for a while until it disappeared even more in the crowd.

"Don't look at it. She's a man's wife."

Zaeni. "Who's the wife of the man? She's a widow."

"Huh...!! Seriously?"

"Yes– her husband passed away a year ago. Due to a plane crash. Her husband was a pilot on airline X." Zaeni pushed back the chair.

"Yes Lord– Kasian, his son is still a child again. But she's so beautiful" she murmured.

"She is beautiful and friendly."

"Earmmmm..." Delia teased with her demeanor.

"What?"

"My brother seems interested in her–"

"Nga! I've been friends a long time, even with her late husband."

"Hahaha– likes it's okay too."

"Here we go, we eat ice cream yuk." Zaeni tried to divert, with her slightly pinching face.

"The message that Dr. Ardina feels, huh?" Ledek.

"Delia– I pinched your cheek later, yeah."

"Maha."

They continued walking, approaching the cafe that provides ice cream, sorbet and gelato.