Just a Bond

Even Back to Meet

I don't know when I slept, and I don't know how long I've been asleep, I slowly open my eyes when I hear the sound of the voices of the children around me.

"Hey, Nayla? What's up?" I got up from the bed, then leaned on the couch. I stared fixedly at my face.

"Awa's aunt why?" tanyakanya. The stern that my first ponakan showed me was adorable. "Awa's aunt is sick?"

Duh, a child as small as Nayla already knows asking so. Uh, but Nayla's five years old. Make that. I'm starting to think.

I smiled for a moment. "Tante Awa is just dizzy, his headache."

Nayla looked small. I don't really understand, I don't know.

"Here goes up, honey." I beckoned him with a wave of hands then pointed at the empty side of the bed. How funny is this. He immediately obeyed my words and went up to the bed in his own way. A moment later, he was already sitting cross-legged in front of me. Out of nowhere the five-year-old boy suddenly fumbled at my forehead.

"It's not hot. Means Aunt Awa's cured, huh?"

I swiped at my nose, chuckling softly. "Hey, Nayla knows where it's from when it's not hot it's healing?"

"Say Papa." I blinked for a moment. Was Gibran here?

I slightly lowered my body towards Nayla. I looked at him quite closely. "Oh, yes. Who was Nayla here with, honey?"

"Sama Papa and Om Reza. But he said Papa same Om Reza want to go to the bathroom first. Nayla told Auntie to be afraid of being kidnapped."

My lips opened slightly hearing Nayla's explanation. What does it mean to say that Nayla? Yes, time to the bathroom, promise? Just-there's.

Must be Mas Reza and Mas Gibran coming here to make sure I'm. There should be a compress on the nightstand. I was so tired I didn't feel the water. Hadeh! I woke up, distracted by Nayla's voice.

"Awa's aunt is cured, playing with Nayla, yuk?"

You little boy. Don't know the head is dizzy. Want to refuse, Nayla lashes out. If I follow what I have, I am getting tired. I was getting more dilemma when my bangkan this put a look on his face. Well, Nayla was drama once, anyway? This must be the declining nature of Weny or Rifka.

"You, yeah, Auntie?" whining.

"Nayla, Auntie still needs a break, son." I'm trying to explain, who knows if Nayla would understand.

"But Aunt is not hot. Auntie Awa's healed, right?"

I breathe heavily. How do I persuade Nayla? I turned my head to the door, hoping that there was Mas Reza or Mas Gibran so that one of the two would bring Nayla to play. However, long enough I waited, there was no sign of anyone wanting to pass by.

"Let's play, Auntie!" nayla shouted suddenly. My head felt dizzy when I heard that scream. I closed my eyes for a moment, and Nayla kept whining.

"What if Nayla plays with Om Farhan?" A heavy voice interrupted my conversation with Nayla. I opened my eyes, then turned towards the door along with Nayla. I breathed a heavy sigh again watching my husband move towards us.

"Where? Want to play with Om Farhan?"

His name was a small child, Nayla easily said the words of Mas Farhan. He then went down to approach his omnya who was already standing nearby. As soon as Nayla nodded in agreement, the two of them immediately hugged each other. It was like a soap opera drama.

"Wh, who's this pretty boy, anyway?" said Mas Farhan.

Attention-savings.

"Mama Diva and Papa Gibran, dong, Om."

"Main is Aunt Awa too, right, Om?"

"Nayla, play with Om Farhan, yeah, honey?" To the small boy's annoyance, he instead started whining back, even crying. Though I thought with Mas Farhan, he didn't take me. How dramatic.

"Hey, pretty boy can't cry. Cup, Honey."

Who's Nayla's talking to, who's her husband, anyway? Very wise.

The soul of divinity seemed to be within Mas Farhan. The proof is that he knows little about persuading a crying child.

"Nayla wants to play with Aunt Najwa?" The boy quickly nodded Mas Farhan's question. "Wait here for a second. Let Om persuade Auntie to play with Nayla. How's it?"

Nayla nodded. "Say, Om. I'll buy you ice cream if you want to play with Nayla."

Oh, my God, what do you think try?

"Yes, Honey. Nayla wait here, yeah." I stared hard at Mas Farhan who was approaching me.

"I know you're still angry with me. But not really, Wa. Don't you feel sorry for you?"

"Mas, you know I'm sick, right? That's why I don't want to play with Nayla. I'm going to rest."

He paused for a moment, then turned his back. He then left me and returned to Nayla who was still standing by the ornamental table.

"Tante Najwa wants a break, he said, Honey." To be honest, I could not bear to see the expression Nayla showed upon hearing Mas Farhan's words. "Yes, we play with Dek Rizqun and Aunt Rifka aja, yuk."

I instantly rose in blood hearing the name called again. "Nayla, let's play with Auntie."

Although still a little dizzy, I lowered the body from the bed, took the veil and attached it deftly. I don't know why, I don't like Mas Farhan coming back close to Rifka.

"Yeah! Let's go to the side garden of the house, Auntie."

Oh, my God, Nayla. You don't know what the reason for this meeting is to play with you, son.

With gontai steps, I followed behind Nayla who walked in tandem with Mas Farhan.

If only we had children like Nayla.

I immediately shook off that thought.

Intention to agree to Nayla's invitation to play so that Mas Farhan avoids Rifka, not realized. Once arrived at the park beside the house, there was Rifka who was accompanying Rizqun. Even to meet again. I don't know where Rifki is.

"Hey, Mas Farhan, Nayla!"

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Hi, it's a long time I didn't update, yeah. Ii'm sorry. I'm sick again. Just started to shake this. I hope someone is waiting for this story. Thank ye.

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Monday, 30 August 2021