Injuries in the Family

Chapter 25

"Of! Wake up!" said Hanasya who woke David up in the morning with a shock in the man's body, it had been 10 minutes Hanasya tried to wake him up, but not yet awake.

David uses Hanasya's room while, after all, in this house there are 4 rooms and one of them as much as possible memories of Light no longer exist in the room and will be replaced by David who occupies that room.

"Oh, I'm waiting for you to make breakfast. Mother said, not today om work huh?"

Hearing that made David glare, it felt like the sleepy air was gone for a moment. Hanasya who saw David who suddenly woke up was surprised, and his uncle finally entered the bathroom which was each room has a special bathroom in it.

Hanasya finally went down to the dining table, Sarita was busy filling Hanasya with fried rice. Seeing his daughter who had been present again made Sarita display her smile, a smile that was so sincere to the daughter he conceived and he raised it. Sarita had always been a great mother to Hanasya, and in Hanasya's eyes she was.

"Have you been awake yet?" ask Sarita who put the supply box into a separate special bag.

"Again the shower, bun. I said David's work today even glared and took a shower."

Sarita just shook her head and chuckled, just a day in Jakarta is not easy. Moreover, David immediately worked, and still experienced jetlag.

"Bi.." call Sarita.

Bi Imah who heard that also quickly appeared into the dining room.

"What's the matter, madam?"

"Please that room." said Sarita pointed to one of the unused rooms, certainly visible from the dining room. Bi Imah followed the direction of the forefinger, the room where Mr. Gionino kept a million memories with his ex-wife in the room, a room that was not too big but enough for them to live while still together.

"Yes, what's wrong with that room?"

"There's still a bed, right, bi?" ask Sarita to make sure.

Bi Imah just nodded, whereas Hanasya was busy with her breakfast. "Please have people clean up because there are many things and fear that bi imah will not be able to do all that, because David will also live here with us" Sarita said.

Bi Imah immediately stiffened, all this time he had never entered the room after his first mistress, the light, died and since then no one was allowed by his great master to enter it, even touching the door is not allowed.

"But madam.."

Sarita tightened her jaw, she inhaled the air in the room deeply, holding back the emotions in the morning before her son. Bi Imah who read the facial sharpener finally chose to approve it, even though in his heart he was afraid that his great master would come home later tonight. Only prayer can be offered now.

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Jihan who was so busy accompanying her little son drawing with a busy Hadi also by his laptop makes the atmosphere of the house become quiet, only filled by the sound of birds that adorn the atmosphere.

"Mas." call Jihan to her husband.

Hadi only muttered in response, and the eyes continued to focus with typing that either work or the other Jihan did not know. Jihan just smiled faintly got that response.

Jihan used to be a flight attendant on one of the best airlines in Indonesia along with Cahaya. However, after she decided to get married finally Jihan resigned from her workplace following in the footsteps of her husband who lives in Bali. Leaving a job, for the sake of taking care of a husband and children is one of his dreams after marriage.

Until the marriage has gone 19 years makes the relationship bland. Hadi is so busy working, while Jihan is just busy taking care of the house and her little son.

"Ma." call Farid.

"Yes, why baby?"

"It's green, right?" ask Farid who showed me one of the yellow crayons.

Jihan swallowed her silva, Farid had several times wrongly chosen the color. Already wanted 3 months Farid can not distinguish colors, it makes Jihan a little minded that is not-no because when Iqbal was the age of Farid was able to recognize colors. But why is Farid different?

Jihan took both shades of green, then told Farid to look at the color he was holding.

"What's the green color of mama's right hand?" ask Jihan.

Farid furrowed his forehead, "The mother took it yellow" replied the boy.

"It's light green, Farid. What do you want to take pictures of?"

Farid pointed to the tree he was drawing, "Mommy said, the tree should be drawn green right?" Jihan simply nodded in response, "But why did Farid see the color that mama was holding was yellow?"

Jihan rubbed the top of the son's head, she finally asked for Farid to draw as she pleased. The picture he will take during an eye test later with the doctor who will handle Farid. Jihan approached her husband who was very busy.

"Mas, I'd like to talk for a while" Jihan said.

Hadi who looked at his wife who was in front of him also took off his reading glasses, and followed the wife a bit away from the family room that still had Farid there.

"Farid's eye condition is getting worse, mas. Don't you know that?!" said Jihan.

Hadi sighed, "We take it to the ophthalmologist." she replied.

Jihan just gaped a little, "When? You are always busy! Lookie! Farid's getting worse mas." he hissed with teary eyes.

Hadi approached, he held onto the shoulder of Jihan who looked very panicked and rubbed her gently. Jihan threw away her dewy gaze, holding back miserably with what her son was going through.

"I'll make an appointment with the doctor today, you don't be sad and forgive me. Hm?"

Hearing that Jihan finally sobbed, her body trembling and unwilling to look at her husband. Hadi who saw that only sighed softly, he carried his wife's slender body into his arms. The wife who was so patient for 19 years lived with him, the wife who was so loyal to accompany him wherever he went, the wife who was so smart and suitable to exchange ideas with him, he said, and the wife who always issued an opinion and renewed the inn until now is always crowded with visitors.

"Relax baby, I'll call my acquaintance's eye doctor" said Hadi rubbed his wife's back.

"I don't want anything to happen to Farid, mas." so he held her in his arms.

Being a mother is not easy, educating a child, and sick to see his child as Farid experienced. Suspicion and instinct as a mother, Jihan admitted that it was never wrong.

Brilliance in walking, but Farid can speak at the age of 1 year or more despite only calling 'Mama', 'Papa', and 'Abang'. Jihan used to forbid Farid to rub her eyes, thinking that Farid was just a flick of dust. But when he was 3 and a half years old, Farid was able to explain the colors that Jihan taught. But as Farid went 5 years changed, the color he always held was wrong.

Finally Hadi took Jihan to their family room, one of Hadi's hands coiled around his wife's waist. Looking at the picture that Farid was staining made them look at each other.

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