Love from GIA

Episode 245 (On My Happiness)

"Ma, Mama don't cry, Mama why? " many more.

"Gia's happy right??" my mother asked, holding both of my cheeks.

"Mama why the hell? Always and always ask about my happiness, always every time I come here Mama nanya Gia happy," I murmured inwardly with anxiety.

"Ma, Mama why?? Gia is happy, happy Gia," I replied.

"Sama Naufal you're happy right?" ask my mother again.

"Well, what is this God?? Why is my Mama like this, and what's wrong with Mas Naufal," I murmured again in my heart.

"Mommy..hey...."

"Ma, Gia was happy, very happy with Mas Naufal, bangett Ma, Mas always happyin Gia,"

"Hehehem, so Mama did not have to worry about Gia's happiness, from the beginning Gia was always happy with Mas Naufal Ma,"

"Well, Mama don't think of the weird, the important thing is Mama's cured, yes,"

"Now, Mama change clothes first we get ready to Papa's tomb, yes Ma yes, have not cried," said I calm my mother.

I held back my cries as I walked out of my Mama's room. Budhe cursed me and patted my arm.

"Why else Gi?? Mama why?? Answer what??" asked Budhe subtly.

"Mama hasn't answered Budhe," I replied, wiping away my tears.

"Patience, yes" he said who stroked my arm.

"Budhe knows it's very hard for you, Budhe will always be there for you, yes,"

"Thank you Budhe has taken care of Mama" I said as I hugged her.

"It's appropriate for Budhe to be like this Gi,"

"Eeemmm....Budhe, Gia same mom wants to go to Papa's grave today,"

"Yes Gi, Mama you must be cool," replied Budhe.

Shortly afterwards, Mama came out of the room with a robe and a white headscarf that was very clean.

"Come on Ma" asked me while holding her hand.

We went to the Tomb in between by Mama's driver who had been loyal to working with my family.

.

.

.

.

.

***(In the Tomb)

We walked over to my father's grave and sat there.

Praying for forgiveness for my Father.

My mother cried so much while stroking Papa's name.

This is how I treat my miss Papa.

"Pa, Assalamu'alaikum,"

"Gia here bring Mama, Gia missuuuu very much with Papa,"

"Gia wants to tell a lot of stories with Papa, especially about the condition of Mama now Pa, Mama who is increasingly daydreaming and sad,"

"Pa, isn't it Mama and Papa who always teach Gia about how we classify things,"

"But why is Mama so devastated Pa? Psychic Mama is disturbed Pa, Mama who was once jolly, now is it??.....has changed Pa,"

"Huhuhuhuhu,"

"Father, Gia kangennnn," I said inwardly complaining to my Papa.

"Mama also miss Papa, Papa is calm there, yes,"

Long enough we miss my father.

Until my eyes are very determined because they continue to cry longing for my Papa.

Moreover, my mother, who had already heavily reddened both her eyes.

"Ma, already?" my many.

My mother just nodded her head and then I held back my trembling hands.

.

.

.

.

.

On the way, my mother was still crying.

"Ma, Mama don't nangisss, yeah," I said as I wiped my Mama's tears.

"So Mama what did she do to Papa??" ask me to divert my mother's grief.

"Father...quiet..."

"There," answered my mother stammering.

I hugged my Mama.

"Ma, I'm sorry Gia ya,"

"Gia can not nemenin Mama every day, every time, sorry Gia can not ngerawat Mama,"

"How's Mama feeling?? Mama must be very sad in her condition like this, I'm not next to her 24 hours,"

"Mama's love, Johan is now very busy with his work, too" I said in my heart.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

The Wins at Mama's House.

Budhe immediately greeted us and took my mother to the room after we washed our feet and hands on the porch of the House.

I rushed to my room to change clothes. After that Budhe took me out to eat.

In the Dining Room it was just the two of us, Budhe Mama said immediately to sleep.

"Where aren't you going, Gi??"

"Yes work?" Guess Budhe.

"Ehehehem, yes Budhe," I replied.

"Johan, just a house to sleep, work continues, there is no fatigue,"

"Gia long time no see Johan Budhe, just chat Via WhatsApp if not like video call, Gia seneng he became a hard worker,"

"But......he didn't forget Mama, did she Budhe??" I asked with a witty.

"Oooo...of course not dong, he's right if it runs out isya' go home, keep straight nyamperin to your Mama's room, chat, sometimes with Budhe as well, sometimes also, keep midnight if your mom's asleep, she's in her room,"

"Heraan Budhe is with him, what else is he looking for?? It's all there, but it's really hard to get married, try to get Gi, hehehem," Budheku joked.

"Udah Budhe, he's the hard one, he says he wants to take care of Mama first focus on Mama,"

"Papa's love doesn't exist, so he said Budhe," I said.

"Keep when you give budhe his adek Abay, hhhmm, hehehe," Budhe sentil.

"Hehehem, as soon as Budhe, insya'Allah yes, do'a in aja," I replied.

We were busy chatting together here until our ashar adhan was unceasingly joking.

"Gia took a bath first, Budhe, Gia went straight home," I said while cleaning the dishes.

"Well, don't you want Gi??"

"No, Budhe" I replied, holding my cheeks together.

"Yaaaaahhh Budhe thought you were staying Gi, nginep aja," Budhe ordered.

"Kalo Mas Naufal at home just Budhe, Gia nginep, at home no one, hehe," I replied.

"Oalaaaa...yasuda if so, let Budhe who is this right, do not use but Gi," said Budhe.

I immediately walked into my room and immediately took a shower and performed the Ashar prayer.

While packing my things back, while I wait for the driver who came to pick me up.

Once I'm ready to go home, don't forget I stopped by my mom's room first.

Tok.....

"Mama" call me.

There was no answer from my mother's room.

"Mama...."

I tried to open the door to Mama's room. There is no Mama.

"Where's mom??"

I went back downstairs to find my mom.

And I saw Mama sitting casually with Budhe in the front garden of the House.

"Mama, Gia nyariin Mama,"

"Today, Gia hasn't been able to stay here, yet,"

Mama simply replied to me with her beautiful smile that I have always missed.

"That dong Mama smile, Mama should not be sad yes,"

"Let Mama get well, huh??" My light.

"Mama should be healthy, do not be tired, can not be a lot of thoughts, enough rest, the same doctor ya Ma, ahehem," I said.

God, I felt so sad when I said that to my mother.

"Tuh, with the Doctor Gia yes," Budheku said.

"Ehehehem, yes Gia has come home Ma,"

"The long awaited," I said as I shook my Mama's hand, hugged my Mama, and kissed my Mama.

"Budhe is also healthy, yes" I said as I greeted Budhe.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said my greeting.

As I stood up, Mama held my hand and my Mama said "Good with Naufal" that's my Mama's message.

"Yes Ma, it must be, Mama just calm down, yes," I said as I stroked her hands.

I walked into the car with a chaotic mind because I set foot here, Mama just kept talking about Mas Naufal.

O Allah, may there be nothing with Mas Naufal. Hope everything's okay. Take refuge wherever my husband is, O God.

Along the way, I wave at the thought of my mother's words.

"Mama why?? Keep talking about Mas Naufal and happiness,"

"What's wrong??" my question is in my heart.

"Oh, I can't think negatively,"

"Sir, today to the Boutique first yes, so do not go straight home, later you wait for me a moment," I said.

"Okay, ma'am" he answered.

Rather than thinking of a no-no, I fell asleep for a moment.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

"Mom, it's arrived Mom," said Mr. Driver.

The Father's voice sounded faintly in my ears, but in the end I woke up.

"For a moment, sir" I said and got out of the car.

I briefly went into the Boutique to buy my employees a meal, and also took the time to talk with them.

But, the time lapse was not long. I say goodbye to going home because it's late.

The car took me home to Mas Naufal's mansion.

"Assalamualaikum," salamku.

Bi Sarah greeted me.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ma'am how's Ibuk doing?" He was waiting for news from my mother.

"Mama cry on Bi, miss Papa, Gia take pity on Mama," I replied.

"Yes Allah Gusti, pity Ibuk, Ibuk has improved right Ma'am?" ask Bi Sarah again.

"Yes that's Bi," I replied uninspiredly.

"Patience, Ma'am, the point is patience, remember your message about sincerity, sacrifice and patience, it's a complete package Mbak, ehehem," joked Bi Sarah who tried to cheer me up.

"Gia tuh actually wants Bi nemenin Mama, aplagai when Mama kayak gini, but Gia also can not be selfish Bi, Gia here also has a family that Gia must take care of,"

"Gia loves Mama, Gia loves Mama and Papa more than Gia herself" I said stammeredly because I could not hold back this cry.

"Mbak, love and love thing Mbak to Ibuk same Father, Bibi already knowuuu right from the past,"

"A child who prioritizes the happiness of his parents above his own happiness, yes Gia,"

"Because for Gia Bi, the happiness of the old man is the main one,"

"It felt empty when Bi knew Papa ninggalin Gia, Gia tried strong,"

"Gia does not want to fall even though this heart is very weak Bi,"

"Auntie tau, Ma'am Gia is strong, Aunt Looo who is a friend of Mbak Gia is still a baby to become a housewife like this, hehehem,"

"Already, mendingan now Mbak Gia to the room, just rest, yes," said Bi Sarah.

I saw the tears in Bi Sarah's eyes. I also walked to the room.

"Actually this Aunt knows very well Ma'am, as broken as to what heart Mbak Gia left by the Father, continue to be added again, the condition of Ibuk who is now like that,"

"Auntie also took part in mak's fuss," murmured in Bi Sarah's heart.

"Yet, weeping kenopo (Why are weeping)?" Ask Mr. Rusdi while patting Bi Sarah on the shoulder.

Bi Sarah immediately wiped her tears with her negligent cloth.

"Why, sir, this is loo, I feel sorry for Gia,"

"If only, sir, the Father was still there,"

"There will certainly never be sadness on the face of Mbak Gia," said Bi Sarah.

"Already sir, I want to wash this dish," Bi Sarah continued and went to the Kitchen.

***(In Room)

I tried to contact Mas Naufal, but his postel was off.

"Hpnya Mas Naufal not active??" muttered.

"Surely he's asleep, it's tomorrow" I said.

"Huuufffttt,"

"Sleep ah, mumpung no longer Mas Naufal, I can handle his own mattress hehehem,"

I hugged the bolster and I covered my whole body with a blanket. I opened the photo gallery on my phone.

One album called "Family" was filled with photos of my family.

I slide photo by photo, every one of the photos there are many stories that are silent.

Suddenly my tears just fell. Remembering when I was a kid with my dad.

"If yes Pa, Papa is still given a long life with God, surely Gia will not be sad like this,"

Even Papa himself used to say the same to me, sadness of any level and of any version, as long as Papa is still there, they will not come with Gia.

"Huhuhuhuhuhu, Papa,"

"When I used to always hope loo, when I was a child I didn't want Mama with old papa sampe, hehehehem,"

"It's so innocent of me" I muttered to myself in the room.

Suddenly someone knocked on my door.

"Who??" my spoken.

"Aunt Ma'am," Bi Sarah replied.

"Bi is not papa,"

Bi Sarah came in with a glass of red drink.

"Wwwaaahh, what is Bi??" I'm the one who woke up from this soft bed.

"This Auntie makes strawberry juice like Mbak Gia, hehehe, right he said Mbak Gia what all the English Mbak,"

"Aibi forgot....emmmm...oh yes, All about strawberry, Mbak Gia likes, hehehe, monggo is drunk (please drink)" Bi Sarah said while giving strawberry juice to me.

"Waaah, thank you loo Bi, this is delicious for sure" I said.

"Let Ma'am Gia not be sad anymore, so Auntie make this,"

"Thank you Bi, know Auntie iiihh," I said to Bi Sarah.

I gulped down the super delicious strawberry juice and sweetness fit Bi Sarah.

"Uuummm segerrr Bi," I said.

"Have his mood improved?? Hehehe," teased Bi Sarah.

"Aaaaa Aunty there,"

"Mbak Gia don't be sad, it's been made in strawberry juice like Aunty, hehe,"

"Sorry Auntie is disturbing Ma'am" Bi Sarah continued.

"No Bi, no papa" I said.

"Yes already, monggo (please) continued Ma'am, Aunt down again want to bob, ehehe," said Bi Sarah.

"Yes Bi, thank you Bi once again,"

"Yes sami-sami Mbak (sama-sama Mbak)" he replied.

I still think about my mother's words, actually, why Mama always asks the same question.

Happiness with Mas Naufal.

"But if there might be something, Mama would have told me,"

"Aaahhh must be Mama just thought, especially if Mama rarely met me, worried that it is certain," I murmured.

What the hell is it?? Mas Naufal and I are very well.

Before going to bed, I took the time to call Abay my son.

Seriate........