Just a Bond

Who Are You, Mom?

"Dad you up?"

That very distinctive heavy voice interrupted my activities to shed sadness by crying on Dad's lap. I immediately raised my head, then turned to the door. I forgot to shed tears on my cheeks. The man in a blue white lyrical shirt that slid all the way to the elbow was slowly approaching towards us.

"Yes. It's been since." Dad answered while embracing my shoulder, then patted it slowly.

"Lo, what's wrong with you, honey? How crying?" The man came closer to me, and I just kept quiet while biting my lips, reluctant to give an answer. Let anyone know that I'm tired of serving him right now. Because every sentence spoken from his mouth is like a sharp knife that always manages to cut his heart. Create pain, pain and grief at the same time. Making a bit of frustration growled at her acting that was so sickening.

If only we were not with someone who had to be taken care of, I would have stayed away. Tired of hurting your heart by pretending to receive treatment that is not up to your heart.

Not getting an answer, he then turned to look at Father. "Najwa why, Dad?"

Father's hand turned to stroke my head for a while, then laughed softly. "It's okay, Farhan. This wife of yours is just spoiled by Dad."

The sigh of relief that emanated on his face after hearing Father's sentence made me have to take a deep, faint breath.

If it were not a charade, and sincere from your heart, Mas.

But again, I have to make it clear to myself. Remember, it's just desperation. It has evaporated, and is difficult to reach.

Trying to strengthen the heart that began to be disturbed, I distanced the body from Dad, then pulled a chair from teak not far from his bed.

"Sit, Mas."

Without saying anything, he obeyed me.

"Dad's disease is coming back, huh?" Mas Farhan's voice sounded soft. Makes unexpected feeling in the chest. I stared at his face facing right at Dad, from the side. The look he showed this afternoon was really not the look of Mas Farhan. I even look like I see someone else. How not? For almost two months living together, only the cold I got. Not infrequently followed by strong emotions and anger.

It is like a vegetable in the refrigerator. Accompanied by the cold every day, the turn withered, even the vegetables were to blame. So vegetables do not last long fresh. Ih, what the hell? But it's true, isn't it? That's the fridge. The goal is to make something fresh for a long time. What, if the heart? No need to answer it is okay. I don't demand answers, though.

Uh, ignore my bad habits that have been fussy lately, yeah. I don't know. I was confused as to why it could be so.

Back to Dad and Mas Farhan.

Father is seen leaning back on the head of the cot. He took a breath, then returned to his voice. "The name is old too, Han. Understand."

"Father must be clever keep the mind. My priority now is me. Father's children will have to bear."

Who exactly are you, Mom? I'm moved, lo, just as much as this attention. The more I came here, the more I was curious about your true character. You are like a double personality who can change at any time. Know no, Mas?

I just kept quiet, like a statue, watching this interaction between my husband and father. If examined, there is no gap between the two. Mas Farhan looked like a friendly person who was easily adaptable to the environment.

Dad was silent for a moment. "Yes. I'm trying for that again. Yesterday Doctor Alfa suggested so indeed. But, yes how. The name's a living person, so think."

Mas Farhan chuckled. The dimples on her cheeks seemed to make me again and again fascinated towards this man sitting not far from me. One thing I should be grateful for when I can enjoy my husband's handsome face with a smile. Uh, not a smile, he's laughing instead.

"How's Dad's grandson doing?"

I bite my lips.

That question again, my God.

"No news yet, Dad. Granddaughter Daddy still travels."

For what sake, Mas Farhan could joke like this? This is really Mas Farhan, isn't it?

Although faint, I gaped in amazement at the expression of this cold and grumpy husband of mine. Say I'm lebay. No problem, anyway. I've never seen that expression from him. So, it's only natural that I'm surprised?

Again, Father and Mas Farhan were in open arms. If these fears don't dominate, I want to laugh like them. However, when I tried to join, these lips felt stiff, so all I could do was smile thinly. That's also very much forced.

"Dad really tipped Najwa, yeah, Han."

The laughter that had originally echoed, filled this three by four meter room, suddenly disappeared instantly. It was as if he was stopping a time machine. The atmosphere was quiet for a moment. My heart also started to unsettle as Father's chatter slowly led to our relationship. Being in a room with Mas Farhan where Dad is in it, makes me feel like I'm in a ghost chase. There are always fears looming. I don't know. I'm scared, and .. get it, right? I was confused to find the right word.

Mas Farhan cleared his throat, then looked at the focus of Father who was already staring intensely at him. "Dad, I don't have to worry. For that .. inshaallah, Dad."

God willing what, Mom?

Long enough to wait for it to go on, but nothing. He switched the conversation.

"Oh, yes. Mas Reza had said that Dad often thought of Najwa and me, huh? Was that the reason for Dad's words just now?"

My body was jolted when Mas Farhan brought the serious talk. What the fuck try? Why did he bring that discussion?

Snarling in silence, I tried to stay calm and not be provoked by emotions. What's his business is fucked up, if I baper.

"Yes, as usual, Han. His name also just took off the child." Dad glanced at me, gently rubbed his head, then looked back at Mas Farhan. "Father is most worried about her, because she likes to hold nothing for herself."

Jesus, Dad.

I sighed softly, then looked at her expectantly as she realized the code of my gaze, as she put her lips together.

"Well, Najwa is no longer that, really."

Yet, Father seemed to not care, or did he not realize?

Dad chuckles. "Yes, it's not. Because now someone wants to beat you up, right? Already have a replacement for Mas Reza."

Hey, what am I supposed to answer?

Well, I got bumbling myself. The sentence I had originally intended to prevent Father from telling about me to Mas Farhan, had instead become like this. I raised one hand to scratch the nape, taking my eyes off my two beloved men.

I also silently observed the look of Mas Farhan. I wonder how he reacted. However, the flying hours of my husband's charade were very high. He didn't seem surprised at all. There is no clumsy look like a maling caught wet. I'm the one who's like a dead flea. Although I was silent, anyway. But, he's great. Can neutralize the look of his face in an instant.

"Oh, yes. Other than thinkers, he's Father's only shyest son, Han. Two sisters are in installments."

"Geez, Dad. Didn't finish the Najwa gibahin?" my protest.

"It's not a gibbah, honey. 'You're here."

Baby again. I put that word on my list of words I hate. Suers. Not flattered, I'm getting so fatigued by this romantic-ass husband.

"Tuh, beat your husband."

Alright. I surrendered. Want to be stopped, both of them like deliberately continuing the conversation by continuing to make me a plumbing material. Farhan also seemed more enthusiastic. The dense Netra that always looked dark, sharp and scary, now looks sparkling.

It's not what I want to stop. What Mas Farhan is doing right now is just part of acting, and I'm sure what's being discussed right now won't get to his heart. So, why tell me about me? Know for nothing.

"What's real, Dad?"

Letting them discuss me, I chose to lean my back on the head of the cot.

"Yes. From childhood, if his two nosy sisters act out, he must have run to the side of the house."

It turns out that Dad knew exactly who I was. But natural, anyway. His name is a parent, must recognize every character of his children.

"Why am I not like that, huh, Dad? He's different, lo, same thing you said."

What are you insinuating me how, Mas?

"Well, there it is. Dad just found out that he's getting chatty and can protest earlier."

Alright, alright. Please continue this mock action of mine, Mas, Dad. Gosh darn. Where do I put my face now?

Immediately, I drowned my face behind my back. And my two beloved men were laughing at me.

"But Dad's happy, Han. Thank you, yes, because you were able to change the attitude of this one father's son."

Father .... Yes, Mas Farhan did change Najwa's life, Dad. But ....

"This, here. The character of the driver starts to come out," Dad's lead.

Continue, Father. Gosh darn.

"Why stick it behind Dad, anyway, Yang. I'm jealous of this, lo."

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Who misses Mas Farhan? Who does Najwa miss?

Sorry, yeah, I didn't update yesterday. I'm not well anymore, the package runs out too. Pray for me to be healthy soon, yes. In order to smooth its update.

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Sweet greetings from the sweet author.

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Tuesday, 29 June 2021