Just a Bond

Rigour

"Yes, the point is Mas Farhan apologized for that one, right? Yes, I'm sorry. Huh, isn't it? I'm going to the room. Dizziness, peeping rest."

"Ikhlas isn't sorry?"

I took a deep breath. Long-time cobbled also the same Mas Farhan. I turned towards him again. "Mas, aren't you tired of asking that? We from earlier muters continue to talk about it, which is discussed it. The one reading this must be upset, Mom."

Both of my husband's eyebrows swooped. "Who read? Read what?"

Relax, Najwa!

Farhan Lola is very, very. I'm tired of this topic that I haven't met at the end of. Though from the beginning I have also said, 'do not need to be discussed again'. Still forcing me to talk about it.

"Know, ah. Farhan Mas nyebelin."

I've been planning to leave. But Mas Farhan blocked my hand. I turned the eyeball while snorting in annoyance.

"Otherwise, Mas? I'm dizzy, I'm gonna take a break."

Not very understanding, just like his wife.

"I'm sorry what not?"

I took a deep breath. "Would you really forgive me?"

The steady nod that my husband gave me did not make me immediately agree.

"OKAY. I'll be sorry, original ... Can I ask for help?"

"What?"

Fast response, Mas?

"Not to talk about Rifka, keep her distance, can you?"

"But, sa-"

"Yes already." I took off his grip back in my hand. "From yesterday your behavior referred to a good change in our relationship. Even you feel offended when I don't trust you."

"Well, is it hard to believe?"

Farhan dodol, huh? He really doesn't know what to just pretend?

"With the word but at the beginning of your sentence just now, it already shows that you have no intention to improve our relationship, Mas."

I stepped back, preparing to leave immediately after speaking. I returned his sharp gaze. "Don't be a person. Don't be pretentious if you end up hurting me again. You know what, anyway? I'd rather be hurt as blatantly as I've passed, Mas. Rather than what you've done since yesterday, it's indirectly you're going to kill me slowly."

"I-i"

"Don't say anything to me as long as you don't know what you're going to do. If you want to make me cry again, want to make me hurt again, its okay, Mas. But not here. Do whatever you want, as long as you are in your home. I'm tired of it."

Not wanting to be intercepted again, I immediately darted away from Mas Farhan. Let it. I don't care what he wants now.

Just now I was breathing a sigh of relief because freed from the entanglement of Mas Farhan's indecisive behavior, I was again made to be unsettled. My head also felt more throbbing pain. As I was about to enter the house, I saw Doctor Fadli's car - a Doctor's subscription - parked in the courtyard of the house. I hurriedly stepped in, worried about my father's health.

"Mas, Dad why?" I asked Mas Reza who was standing in front of Dad's room. It was amazing why he wasn't waiting inside. However, I ignored that, because the most important thing now is that I know about Dad.

Mas Reza looked. "Not yet, Deck. Dad was complaining that his chest hurt again. Yes, I called Doctor Fadli. Inside are Mbak Diva, Mas Gibran, Weny and her husband. Rifka's sleeping in Rizqun's room."

I lowered my body then squatted down next to Mas Reza. These two hands move holding the head that continues to feel dizzy. Mas Reza immediately followed, as well as embracing my shoulders.

I turned my head towards my second brother. "Mas, Dad's illness must be because of me, right?"

Mas Reza's forehead frowned. "Why is that?"

"Yes, I must be thinking about me and Rifka fighting this morning, right?"

"You know what, Deck. What I don't think is you."

I rolled my eyeballs. "Mas, I'm sure Mas Reza understands what I mean. Please deh, do not follow Mas Farhan make me upset. I'm dizzy, now anxious to think of Dad, still want to be added to Mas's mess? Mas also, usually the one who nenangin me, even changed ngerecokin."

"It's like you're really mens huh, Dek? Sensitive feeling from earlier."

"Well, how insensitive, Mom? I'm this dizzy. Dizziness. I don't understand what dizzy words are, anyway?"

Reza was silent for a moment. Next to his hand then grabbed my hand, next to him still embracing his shoulder from the side. He rubbed my shoulders gently, and he held my hand tightly. His gaze shone on my eyes.

"Sorry Mas. His intention was to entertain you." I nodded small. "Yes, I've been waiting for Doctor Fadli to torture Dad, huh?"

Ah, it's reassuring to have such a caring and understanding sister like this. Don't be envious. Ha-has.

I followed Mas Reza's steps, taking me to rest on the sofa in the front room of the house. I immediately laid down my body there, and Mas Reza swiftly helped massage my temple.

"Where? The dizziness?" With my eyes starting to shut, I just nodded my head in response. "Sleep is nothing, Dek" said Mas Reza.

With my eyes still closed I replied, "But I want to know Doctor Fadli's explanation of Dad, Mas."

"So he said he was dizzy. Go to sleep first. God willing, I'm fine, really." Mas Reza's hand massage at my temple still continues. "Anyhow good, I woke up when Doctor Fadli came out?"

Alright.

"Originally awake, huh?"

"Yes, my sister."

"okay."

I was trying to get to sleep. My head really hurt anyway. It's not wrong to rest myself. Maybe the effect of pain in the head and massage Mas Reza, slowly approaching drowsiness. Sometimes I yawn. I secured my sleeping position, and began to fall asleep.

Not yet completely asleep, I faint-heartedly heard the voice of someone I believed was the voice of Doctor Fadli. I tried to raise awareness to steal Mas Reza's talk with him.

"It's okay, Mas Reza. Mr. Ahmad will improve, as long as he does not think heavy. If there's a problem, you better try not to let him know."

I quietly breathed a sigh of relief hearing that answer. Intention to continue sleeping again because of hearing the news of Dad who was fine just now, interrupted by another voice that began to sound clearer in my ear.

"Yes. Said he was dizzy. I helped her massage the temple and told her to go to sleep. He looks like he's sick. His voice began to differ." It was a sentence that Mas Reza said.

"So it was built when Doctor Fadli came out, but I didn't have the heart. He's like a very soy sauce."

Oh, my God, my. You are very attentive to your sister.

I was still sleepy and it was hard to open my eyes. However-

"Yes already, Mas. Let me move Najwa to the room." I got up from the bed and sat up straight. Due to the sudden awakening, I felt dizzy until my body almost fell off the sofa. But there was someone who supported my body.

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Hi, I'm coming. Is there a miss? Sorry, yes. I didn't update yesterday. I'm ill. Very dizzy head, colds, flu and others. Complete package anyway. Doain can heal quickly, yes. He-he.

Guess who helped Najwa?

Don't forget likes, votes and comments. Share can also. Ah, yes. Thank you to all of you who are willing to read this story, appreciate it, give support and encouragement to me. Thank you very much, yes. May the Lord repay you all with the best of recompense. Aamiins.

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Sweet greetings from me.💙

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Tuesday, 17 August 2021