I Park My Love In The Heart of Mr. Satpam

Chapter 43

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Still with the panic that whack and tears glistened, Sujadi continued to try to wake his daughter. Eucalyptus oil held by Sujadi is still faithfully perched in front of Celia's nose.

Slowly, the round-eyed beautiful girl opened her eyes, the brown bead began to appear. Instantly Bu Sujadi and Wingit can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Lee, quickly make tea for your mbak," pinta bu Sujadi on the son of the bungsunga.

"Sweep buk," Wingit immediately ran into the kitchen to make tea. His hand deftly took the teapot, filled it with water from gallons, put it on the stove and lit it immediately, then just waited until the water in the teapot was boiling. While waiting, his hands skillfully took two glasses of star fruit pouring two teaspoons of sugar and a pinch of original tea typical of the foot of the mountain.

"Hmm ...," has not been brewed the aroma of waninga has been out.

Back in Celia's room, the beautiful girl who just woke up from her stupor was holding her head which still felt dizzy.

"Sir, Thank God you have woken up, why did you come here, what do you feel? your head still hurts?" a series of questions from his mother he could only answer with a slit.

Gently bu Sujadi rubbed his daughter's hair, his daughter's brown bead that usually emits cheer now looks dim. The petals are heavy because of the swelling.

"Sir, don't worry about nduk, don't torture yourself, you don't want to go out of the room from yesterday, don't eat no drink, until fainting, I know you're angry, you're sad, you're sad, you're disappointed, but don't torture yourself, nduk, "bu Sujadi grasped the princess' hand, channeling her infinite affection for her beautiful daughter. Celia was unable to answer, her lips seemed to be locked tightly, all the words she wanted to express were like restrained, stuck, piled up in the throat, her tongue my tongue, his round eyes began to condense ready to launch his clear bulir at any time. The beautiful lips that usually always make the atmosphere of the house come alive, be cheerful and warm with the chatter is now only silent.

"Nduk ..," soft hand bu Sujadi stroked the face of ayu Celia. The round-eyed beautiful girl bit her lower lip, holding back her tears from spilling. But in vain, Celia's defense collapsed, the girl's tears slid freely soaking her delicate cheeks.

"Why do you have mom?", only that question came out of his mouth.

"Don't talk like that, nduk, sometimes what we think is good is not necessarily good in the eyes of others nduk."

"But Celia does not want to be betrothed ma'am, if later married, Celia only wants to marry the person Celia loves, not with a man who just Celia knows, why you can do that, why you can do that, mother .. please Celia bu, Celia really does not want to be betrothed," Celia sobbed to whine at her mother, she thought that at this time only her mother could change her father's decision.

"Sir, try to think first, I did that because I love you so much nduk, you are the jewel of his heart, his favorite daughter. Your father was very worried about your future nduk, even since you were a child the father already had the criteria for a future husband for his beautiful daughter, funny indeed, but that's your father who really loves you nduk," bu Sujadi tried to explain to Celia, although regret and anger whatever she was to her husband, at least the decision taken by her husband was good for their daughter, she said, although the method used according to him is also not appropriate. Bu Sujadi did not want his daughter to be angry or hate her father because of this problem. He felt that everything could still be discussed.

"Mom, here's the tea, the heart is still hot," wingit came with a tray containing two cups of hot tub tea which gave off the distinctive aroma of mountain foot tea.

Celia sipped slowly on the still hot tea, the fragrant aroma of the tea made her feel relaxed, calm and better. Drinking tea never felt this wise before, did he have to fast 24 hours in order to enjoy tea as good as this, thought Celia.

"Drink slowly, let's recover the energy."

Celia nodded her ass_yase.

"Need to be celukne doctor ora mbak (need I call the doctor not mbak)?" ask Wingit.

"Ora need to, I'm ora opo-opo (no need, I'm fine)," Celia replied shaking her head slowly.

"Tenana? Nek sih loro sirahe not celukne doctor, mental doctor but, opo psychiatrist mbak (Yang really? If his head still hurts I'll call a doctor, a mental doctor but, or a psychiatrist?" Wingit teased his brother, he wanted his brother back as usual, as soon as he saw his brother who was chaotic like that just because of his name love.

Celia pursed her lips, her eyes squinted with sharp nosediving eyebrows, sharper than the former bend, "Lha po gendheng, I'm sane (lha what crazy, I'm still sane)."

Wingit chuckled at the answer from his brother.

"Lee, your father wants wis mbok kabari durung (Lee, your father has you told you yet)? ask Bu Sujadi to his son, to divert the seeds of debate between the two children.

"Sampun bu, but HPne mboten active father, mboten saged contacted, but kulo sampun send a message, dadose mangke mawi active saged father directly maos (Sudah bu, but HPnya father is not active, dad, can not be contacted, but I have sent a message so later if it is active you can immediately read)."

"Ooo ... Yowis rapopo, important sing wes dikabari (Ooo ... Yes it's okay, the important thing is already reported)," said Bu Sujadi to the youngest Wingit. Since Celia went to wander, Sujadi bu always rely on her youngest son, if she used to be able to relax because there is Celia the older sister, different from the present, if she was able to relax, Wingit, who is now a Wingit who is learning to become an adult, learns responsibility as a boy in his family, the successor of his future father.

Celia who was still weak, swept her gaze across the room, her net found shards of sparkling objects strewn across the floor, "Mom, what's that scattering? like a broken plate" Celia asked her mother.

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah nduk, I forgot, that was the mother again washed the dishes when your sister suddenly said that you fainted, I panic saw you lying on the floor, the plate was thrown carelessly," obviously mother. Bu Sujadi got up from his seat, he again rubbed slowly Celia's head before finally leaving to take a broom and pengki to clean the shard, afraid if later stepped on. But before actually leaving her daughter's room, she turned around, "Mother, make porridge yes nduk, you haven't eaten from yesterday." Celia nodded at her mother.

"Sir, I'm very worried, do not lock yourself up again, everything can be discussed well" Wingit said with his Javanese accent.

"Hemmm ... I know it," replied Celia, she still continued to sip the tea made by her sister.

"Hiliih, the English snob, the semaput bar kok rodo konslet (Select, the English snob, fainted kok a little short)."