Langinese. Me, You, and a Wound
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Lian did not know what Naqi meant, after successfully swapping places with the two people beside her, Naqi then spoke to Lian. He even bravely removed the earphon in his ear— when Lian pretended not to hear, Lian to the point of screeching. Obviously, he doesn't like it!
"I'm sleepy, Uncle. Sorry, I'm going to sleep, please don't bother me!"
'But we just met, Li and—"
Naqi's voice cut off the murattol sound that Lian slipped through the earphon in her ear. He did not like it, and there was always no time to mince words with Naqi. Fortunately Naqi did not pluck the earpoons again, they split up after the plane landed at juanda airport.
Lian quickly joined Mr. Jehsa's entourage, not caring about Oma Caurine's comments so had to jostle for having to use one car.
They had two cars in fact, but somehow then one of them broke down, and well.
Keysa himself commented, "Where not to break down, wong is a car in the 90s, antique is antique, Aunt, but try not to bother us," he said, to which he was immediately met with laughter by Aunt Marria, the old man was about to explain, but El hurriedly preceded.
"It cannot be so bad, brother, it is called destiny. Somehow when else will jostle kayak gini. Fun know!" he said he got the news from Keysa.
His family just shakes their heads. They are already quite familiar with the behavior of both. Lian alone who in fact did not live for a month in the house of Mr. Jesha also recognize their fussiness, much different from the usual calm and calm Najiha ... Astagfirullah, Lian suddenly rubbed her face.
He did not know, somehow the feelings of Najiha always managed to flood his memory, when clearly he had heard Najiha calling Naqi as Mas on the plane at that time.
Don't ask me why. Because how to see the ring on the ring finger of Najiha and Naqi is enough to explain everything. Not to mention the way of attention Najiha, enveloping while occasionally touching Naqi's forehead,—which even though it has become his trademark as a girl— who is always attentive, but never to touch a man who is not his muhrim.
Lian chose to contact Grandpa Hakam, trying to ignore and throw away those memories. Sometimes he glanced out through the glass of a slightly opened car.
The car has now passed through Bratang Binagun to Ngagel Madia road, then drove a little more and stopped in the yard of the house with a ghotik european style.
There is a loft at the top accompanied by a large window with a more predominantly white color. While beside him, the house with an elongated shape and similar to a dormitory almost fused with the previous house. Some elderly people were seen walking around accompanied by a white-clothed nurse in predominantly blue at the bottom.
"This is Mr. Falah and this is Ms. Agatha, his wife. They're in charge of guarding this nursing home, Li. Mr. Falah is the gatekeeper while his wife is the nurse who takes care of the seniors, you can help her later, but especially at the gate."
Mr. Jesha explained before telling Lian to rest. Mama, Oma, and the others had just entered, the man followed after. Lian just shook the hands of Mr. Falah and Ms. Agatha. Both look young and contrasting.
Mr. Falah was slightly stocky with dated teeth on the front, while Ms. Agatha was slim and shaggy.
Lian chose to rest after having a chance to talk with them, but it was not until satisfied, because just about to read after the magrib prayer, Grandpa suddenly came and took him away?
The somewhat frail man even used Soleh and Saddam, his two proteges who made Lian want to not come along. The instructions on his phone had also shown when Lian asked where Oma Caurine's address was from.
"They've been missing you for a long time, Li. You never go home, much less teach them, so naturally they miss."
"Didn't Grandpa miss Lian too?"
Grandpa just laughed. His false teeth are visible.
Grandfather laughed more, his stomach he held while his teeth became more visible, more so Lian added,
"Then I turn around, I don't like being used," he said, with his body leaning towards the angkot door. Pretending to get out.
Grandpa Reflex held Lian's body. His body shook with laughter, until he subconsciously dropped his teeth.
Some people in the angkot reflex followed laughing, but no longer because of Grandpa Hakam's laughter, but rather because his teeth were rolling before stopping just below Saddam's feet. So aware quickly swept with water and reassembled.
"Yes ... Grandpa must also miss, where there is no kangen own grandson, Li-Li. Moreover, you are closest to deegan kake first," he said slowly after the atmosphere somewhat subsided. Lian herself does not doubt that, although strangely Grandpa Hakam who told her to join Mama stay in Bogor— when she refused and wanted to choose to live with Grandpa.
The atmosphere was rather dark as they descended from the angkot, passing through the narrow alleys to the twenty-four-story house. There were dense trees on his left side and two meters away from the fence, while behind the tree was a small hangar adjacent to the library.
Lian could hear the sound of children teaching from far away. No need to ask where the sound came from.
Madrasah Grandpa Hakam actually can also be said to be only a small padepokan and a place to teach, but anyone knows if among the students they can not pay for school for something, because of something, Grandpa Hakam will be at the forefront of helping.
No wonder Naqi, who was one year above Lian, could become the man's uncle, because in fact Naqi's parents died when Naqi was ten years old, of course the answer was then Grandpa Hakam who raised Naqi to be his son.
"I'm sorry Jiha, Bun ...." The voice reflexively made their steps stop, especially Lian, her gaze directly led to the origin of the sound.
He clearly knew the voice, and everything was not wrong when at the door, with the position of the moaning Najiha was trying to hug the feet of his mother, Mr. Abyan himself stood up and looked at Naqi who looked down as if he did not dare to stare. Sometimes the man held off Najiha from rising, while the Lady of Najiha raised her head without seeing either. There were ripples of water stuck in the eyes of the wheelchair-bound woman.
"Jiha doesn't mean it, Bun. Jiha just doesn't know how to explain anymore. Father ... My own father knows 'Kan Ji-jiha—"
"You are none of us anymore, go and don't come here anymore!"
Mr. Abyan suddenly cut. The man pushed his wife's wheelchair and took her away.
Najiha gave chase, tried to hold back and tighten her arms at the Legs of her parents, but Mr. Abyan pushed until Najiha fell. Lian who saw it reflexively approached, held onto Najiha's shoulder and led Najiha to rise.
"You okay, Ji?" His gaze was anxious, Najiha bought in shock, not expecting Lian's sudden presence. He looked at Naqi who was no less surprised, but a moment later Naqi had tried to resist the steps of Mr. Abyan and Ms. Hasna.
"Sister Li isn't mad at me either?"
Even that silly question that Najiha asked, Lian only smiled wryly while holding her breath. He was obviously angry but ....
"Deliver! Barbarians!" The voice was followed by Naqi's body that toppled over and hit the wall. Lian and Najiha reflexively approached, Mr. Abyah now saw him holding back angrily while holding the collar of Naqi's clothes. His clenched hand was about to raise his fist again to the man's face. Naqi simply stared silently.
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