Lord, Accept My Repentance

Not Martabak

"Here, what is Nazwa?" asked Rangga while giving a bag that he took from the motorcycle taxi driver earlier.

"Gift to Farhan," Nazwa replied with his flat face.

"Ciee ...," the seductress Rangga and Mama immediately smiled towards Nazwa.

"Sut! Don't fuck him like that!" mama Farhan's reprimand made Rangga speechless and nodded in understanding.

The show starts with dance performances, poetry readings, advice from the principal and the awaited event is music and there is Farhan in it.

Farhan brought a guitar and sat down where he had been provided, 'Since when did he know how to play guitar?' inward Nazwa looked towards Farhan who was behind the vocalist.

The song played so well, everyone applauded from the first event until now.

However, only when Farhan was there did Mama and Rangga stand up to applaud.

"Nazwa, you don't want to applaud Farhan?" mama looked at Nazwa.

Nazwa nodded and stood up, clapping his hands as well before Farhan finally got off the stage.

Finish the show, one by one photo each other on the flower board or in any place that is good for taking pictures.

"Nazwa," called someone who made Nazwa, Mama and Rangga stopped stepping and stared at the voice.

Nazwa did not immediately reply, he blinked his eyes at the headmaster in front of him now.

"Oh, yeah, what's up Buk?" mama Farhan asked, who saw Nazwa, never said the headmaster's greeting.

"No Buk, I think I saw people wrong. You see, the Nazwa family doesn't go to school here anymore hehe."

"This is my family" replied Nazwa coldly.

Looking at Nazwa's changed expression, "Hehe, we say yes, Buk. Want a photo there," said Mama Farhan quickly cut to make nothing happen here.

They took Nazwa to the photo that had been provided, Farhan had also been waiting for him after taking pictures with his classmates.

"What's the matter Ma?" farhan asked who had seen them from a distance.

"Huh? There's nothing, really. Rangga, please call the photographer!" tell Mama Farhan to be a little worried about Nazwa. He was afraid that Nazwa's emotions would be unstable in this place.

"I-iya Ma," stuttered Rangga who understood the current situation. He immediately went to find his photographer.

"It's for you" Nazwa said, giving the bag he was carrying, "but not my money. Because, brother paid earlier."

Farhan smiled with a slight chuckle at Nazwa's words, he picked up the bag.

"No papa, thank you, yeah. In fact, you've been here just a special gift," said Farhan who was out of the name of learning to fight.

Taken Nazwa back, the bag that had been held by Farhan made the male smile disappear immediately.

"Well, how's it taken again, dear?" mama asked as if she knew what Farhan wanted to say.

"He said that special gift was my presence Ma, so I think this special gift will also not be special according to him," said Nazwa glance at Farhan made himself crybaby.

"Haha, you are there. That means no sincere gift, dong?"

"Partially, don't be someone!" sebal Nazwa gives back the bag. He clasped his chest throwing a look in the other direction.

Finally, Rangga came with the photographer. They took pictures together and shared their own styles.

Bibik is now transferred to work at his cake shop which has been quite large due to his patience and hard work.

"We're home, yuk! Just buy some food first, but. I finished the show, didn't I?" mama asked Farhan with a tired face.

"Udah Ma, I think Mama is also very tired. Let's go straight home, yuk!" take Farhan with a worried tone.

While Nazwa just kept quiet and stared at Mama Farhan, because he never knew about the health or disease of Mama Farhan.

The brand went straight into the parked car, "Mama don't papa?" tanya Nazwa looked at Mama Farhan's pale face and leaned against the car seat.

"Dear Dad, you don't have to be afraid. Mama is just a soy sauce," explained Mama Farhan by rubbing Nazwa's cheek.

At a glance Farhan and Rangga glanced at the two women who were behind from the rearview mirror of the car.

Eventually the car moved away from the school grounds and split the road, the car stopping first at one of the hospitals.

"What are we going to do?" ask Nazwa first.

"You check Mama's situation for a second, you're here with Farhan, yes. It won't be long, though. Long time and adhan. You pray first," Rangga ordered and embraced by Farhan.

The seat belt is removed, Rangga and Mama get out of the car and Nazwa and Farhan stay in this car.

"We're out, yuk! There was a garden, rather than being stuffy here," Farhan asked, staring at Nazwa.

Actually, that's not why he asked out. However, because of the look on Nazwa's face that looked agitated.

Perhaps, he was afraid of something similar considering that only the two of them were now inside this car.

Nazwa nodded and got off the car followed by Farhan, walking in tandem toward the hospital park bench.

"What pain does it hurt?" nazwa asked after dropping the weight on the hospital bench by staring at Nazwa.

"Nothing, Mama just sauces. You know that my mom was never okay. So, if you feel depressed or panicked, you will feel weak and tired."

"Mama panicked why?"

"Yes, maybe Mama's panicking for fear that I'm wrong to sing."

Nazwa nodded and averted his gaze as he 'oh' ria. He stared one by one the types of flowers planted in this park.

"You're done with school?"

"From 9 o'clock."

"That means, once you're done with your mom coming here?" Nazwa looked towards Farhan back and nodded his head.

"Well .. I'm special, dong!"

Nazwa furrowed his brows, "What's special?" nazwa asked confusedly.

"Yes, special when you usually learn to go straight to sleep but martial to come to my show. It means I'm special."

"Are you martabak? Special pake everything?" nazwa asked in a sharp tone.

Hearing Nazwa's words like that, instead of making Farhan angry or upset. He even laughed.

'Alhamdulillah, yes, Allah. Slowly Nazwa has returned to what he used to be, Farhan's inner being is happy with the return of the woman's gluttonous nature.