LATHIS

Be prepared

“Assalamaicum, Arka. You're going home, Dad? Mama is very worried about you, Mama's feelings are not good,” said Mama Arka across the street.

Again, again, and again. Fyla's heart felt touched to hear the worry clearly imprinted from every speech thrown by Mama Arka. Although he has never met in person, but he is very sure that Mama Arka is a very loving figure.

Arka is very lucky to have a mother figure like that. But, why would the man not want to go home until it made his mother worry like this?

“Arka? Nak?” call Mama Arka who managed to resuscitate Fyla from her daydreams about her admiration for the figure of Arka's mother.

“Eh? Sorry, Aunt. Again Fyla picked up her phone. Arka didn't go to school, Tan. From last night she was sick, her body was hot. This morning he made it to school, so Fyla followed the permission to keep Arka at home. But, now that his condition has improved,” replied Fyla accompanied by an awkward laugh.

“Loh? Arka's sick? Oh, my God, how can you?” ask mama Arka surprised. Which mother is not surprised to know if her child is sick and not at home.

“Iya, Tan. Fyla also did not know, last midnight suddenly a body Arka hot,” replied Fyla honestly, without exaggerating or reducing in the slightest.

“Yes Allah, Auntie can be there, right? Aunty is very worried about Arka,” asked mama Arka worried.

Unknowingly, Fyla smiled softly hearing how worried and anxious Mama Arka was over there. Again the feeling was present, a feeling that was greatly hated by him. But strangely, now he enjoys the feeling, even if it hurts.

“Bby. Address Fyla on Saturn Road, Asteroid Housing block E. Home color Silver,” said Fyla with a thin smile that somehow did not want to go from her lips.

“Ya already, Auntie is now there. Don't go anywhere, dad. Aunty so say hello to you, Arka must be very nervous,” cerocos mama Arka with a soft tone at the end of her sentence.

“Eh? No, kok. Aunty relax, Fyla does not feel repotted,” reply Fyla with a cheerful tone, so that Mama Arka does not feel guilty and condescending.

“That's great,” praise mama Arka.

“Ah, no. That's not how good, Tan. Aunty careful on the road,” sweat Fyla. I don't know why his mouth said that word. A word of attention that for approximately twelve years he never spoke to anyone else.

“Iya, thanks. Aunt closed, yeah. Assalamualaikum,”

“Waalaikumsalam.”

Shortly after the call ended, Fyla's main door was knocked by someone. Fyla rushed to open it and found a middle-aged woman with elegant makeup standing in front of her.

“Sorry, Whose aunt?” fyla asked politely, extending her hand to kiss the middle-aged woman's back.

“I mama Arka. You're Fyla?” ask back the middle-aged woman who turned out to be the mother of the figure of the man who had been treated last night.

“Iya, Tan. I'm Fyla. Let's go in,” invite Fyla while stepping her feet towards the guest room that is occupied by Arka.

Arka can be seen who is still asleep on the mattress with a compress that is still attached to her forehead. Fyla walked towards the sofa followed by Mama Arka.

“Tante want to drink what? Fyla makein,” bargains Fyla with a friendly smile that keeps on leaning on her lips.

“Ah, do not bother,” subtly reject mama Arka.

“Not bothered, really. Fyla even likes to make it,” about Fyla with a smile that does not also fade from her lips.

“If so, it's up to you,” said mama Arka with her anxious smile as she stared at the adorable Fyla.

“Yes already, Fyla makein first,” say goodbye Fyla while stepping her feet towards the room door.

Mama Arka continued to look at Fyla's body which began to move away, until she was not aware that her son had awakened and looked confusedly at her.

“Mama? Why here?” asked Arka ketus while turning her face.

“Eh? The boy? You awake yet? Mama called your phone, but Fyla picked up. He said you were sick, so mom just came here,” replied his mom with a happy smile printed on her lips.

“Not to care. Mama just go, take care of Mama's work,” ketus Arka while pointing at the exit.

Mama Arka was speechless to see the response Arka showed due to her presence at Fyla's house. He stared at his son's back, that's not what he meant. It works only because Arka does not want to feel the name of lack.

“Nak? Ar_”

“Go.” Arka ruled in a cold tone. Mama Arka fell silent and cried softly at how disappointed the son was towards her.

Fyla who had been in the doorway glared in disbelief with the attitude that Arka gave to her own mother. He stepped towards where Mama Arka was.

“This is his aunt, drink it first,” said Fyla while rubbing the middle-aged woman's back whose feelings are being shattered into pieces at this time.

Fyla could only nod and stare at Mama Arka's departure with a raging heart. Fyla wanted to reprimand Arka, but she knew that Arka was currently filled with passionate emotions.

Fyla approached slowly towards Arka's bed and rubbed Arka's black mane. Arka just remained silent while continuing to turn her back on Fyla's body. Fyla just smiled faintly at Arka who was sulking like this currently looks very adorable.

“Arka, can't be like your mama,” Fyla's advice. Roughly, Arka turned her body and stared fiercely at Fyla.

“Tau what? Don't be so smart!” ketus Arc.

Fyla was silent for a moment when she saw how emotional Arka was right now. It was the way Arka looked into his eyes. Fyla smiled faintly and stretched out her hand to wipe the mane of Arka again.

“Gue does not know and never fathom, Ka. But, you should not be so impolite to older people. Moreover, this is your own Mama,” reply Fyla without stopping her activities wiping the blackish mane of Arka.

Arka was silent, with a straight look towards Fyla. He let the hand of Fyla rubbing her head, because it brought calmness to him.

“Now gini, deh. You have goals, right?” ask Fyla while looking back at Arka. Arka nodded softly in response to the question posed by Fyla.

“Definitely try to reach it desperately, right?” again, Arka just nodded. Because what Fyla said is true.

“What is the purpose for?” ask Fyla. For the question this time, Arka did not answer him with a nod, but with a confused pain on his forehead. Fyla smiled faintly looking at the confusion on Arka's face.

“The goal is to make children and wives happy someday, right? To support them,” explains Fyla. The fur on Arka's forehead gradually disappeared.

“That's your mama lahasin. He also has goals, Arka. He again carried out his goals that have been achieved, because it was his dream before marriage and having children,” explained Fyla slowly, so that Arka did not feel misunderstood.

“But, Mama is already a housewife. Why didn't he leave his dreams? She has a husband who can provide for her,” asked Arka confused.

“Your mother is still working because she has obtained permission from her husband. No wife would still work if she did not get permission from her husband, Arka. Because sin and hell fire are the rewards,” said Fyla in a soft tone.

Arka was silent digesting all the words thrown by Fyla. Now, he felt guilty for scraping the door of his paradise.

“Apologies, yeah. Later you miesel because it has already scratched the door of heaven. Over time the door of heaven will be broken if every day there are scratches inscribed. So, remove the scratch before the door breaks,” said Fyla with a faint smile.

“Iya. Thanks, dad. Thanks to you, I became aware of my attitude that turned out to be wrong all along. I feel like a bad boy now,” lirih Arka.

“Neither papa. Don't think about it, the important thing is that you are aware of the same mistakes that you are making. I hope, don't hurt your heaven door again, Dad. A woman's heart is fragile, Ka. Moreover, the heart of a mother if it is related to her child,” explained Fyla. Arka was silent, in her heart she admired the nature of Fyla who can sometimes turn into an adult like this.

“Ya. Yuk,” take Arka.

“Yuk? Where?” ask Fyla confused.

“Anterin to Mama's office. I want to apologize,” Arka explained.

“Not done. Later, wait for your condition to be good enough. Still hurts, don't fuck around,” hardik Fyla. Arka just nodded resignedly, rather than he got a tiger rampage.

“That's why dong nurut. Now go to sleep, gih. I wait here,” said Fyla while confirming the blanket covering Arka's body.

“No, ah. Sleep time, anyway. Bosen,” reject Arka who managed to invite an annoyed look from Fyla.

“Kan is sick again. Sleep let it heal. The pain is not good to know, the meal is cured,” said Fyla.

“Ih, yes-yes. Onion,” grunts Arka is upset.

“Eh? What did you say? I'm not caring for *****, you!” ketus Fyla while hitting the head of Arka with a little strong.

“Aduh,” shriek Arka while holding his head which now feels shrill as if to be released.

Fyla's reflex holds Arka's head and removes Arka's hand, which was holding her head.

“Aduh. Sick, huh? Sorry, not intentionally. Abis lu did make sprains,” splash Fyla while leaning Arka's body on the back of the mattress.

“Neg. Gapapa, kok.” Arka smiled thinly. Fyla grimaced softly, knowing that Arka was currently holding back the pain in her head.

“Arka, it hurts so much, huh? Sorry, dad. Not intentionally,” asked Fyla in a soft tone that was full of guilt. He continued to look at Arka's face which occasionally grimaced in pain.

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