Marry Mr. Rachell (S1)
CHAPTER 39 The Goodness of Nana
Time just keeps turning so fast. The clock never stops turning in its place. This morning the couple had just arrived at Soekarno Hatta Airport, Jakarta.
"Huf.. Finally arrived in Jakarta" Gumam nana.
"How do we go home ? Take a taxi or get picked up ?" Ask nana. He turned his head to face Zayyan to see and hear the man's answer.
"Picked up with mang jojon" replied zayyan. "So I've been on the phone, mang jojonnya again on the street". Nana nodded without understanding Zayyan's words.
" Yeah, I went to the toilet right away" cried Nana who was nodded by zayyan.
It's been almost half an hour since Nana went to the toilet, but until now the woman has not returned. Jojon has been here for 10 minutes.
"Where the hell it went" Zayyan was so upset about waiting for nana for too long. I don't know what his wife did in the bathroom, he thought.
"Sorry sir. It is better that the phone master is non nana, fearing that anything will happen" suggested mang jojon.
Zayyan thought for a moment, trying to digest the word mang jojon earlier. "Yes yeah, don't-don't happen something with her. Because he should have come back from earlier if it was just BAK or BAB" Zayyan thought.
Zayyan immediately took his HP out of the pocket of the pants he was wearing, then immediately searched for the wife's number and contacted her.
"The number you're going to is off" The voice made zayyan even more upset.
"Kc.. Where the hell did it go ? The phone is also not active anymore" Gerutu zayyan.
"I went to the toilet. Want the nana way over there" Zayyan said politely.
"Good sir. Shouldn't I also go looking for non nana ?" Rose of jojon.
"No need to mang. Mang jojon should be here, later scared nana here and we don't exist" Zayyan exclaimed.
"Ah.. Well then sir" replied mang jojon.
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Elsewhere, Nana just came out of the toilet. But he met a little boy who was crying. The beautiful woman could not bear to see the child crying. The child is confused and scared.
Nana walked over to the boy, "Hay..Why are you crying ?" Nana asked gently while stroking the child's head.
"I'm afraid of aunty" replied the boy with a cry.
"Where is your mom ? Why are you here yourself ?" Ask nana.
"I don't know. I went after the cat until I got here. I don't know where Mom is now" replied the boy.
"I want to see my mom. Let's take me to see mama aunty" whine the boy. His tears were unceasingly falling soaked his handsome face.
"Yes, you don't cry anymore dear.aunty promise will accompany you to look for your mama" cried nana gently and full of calm.
"Promise ?" Say the child while extending his little finger.
"Yes, aunty promise" said Nana hooking her little finger with the little finger of the boy. "Now come join the aunty" Invite the nana who is possessed by nana.
After driving around for quite a while but they still had not found the mother of the child. Nana decides to ask the boy, "Honey" Nana crouches down to fit in with the handsome little boy's body.
"You remember where your mom was ? Let's make it easy to do it" Nana exclaimed.
The boy seemed to think for a moment before answering Nana's question. "So mama's in a place where a lot of people aunty, trus a lot of cars too. But I don't know where the road is." Say the boy with a wit.
"Alright, then let's go there. Hopefully your mama is there" persuaded nana.
"Yes aunty".
Nana took the child to where she meant it. From a distance, a woman of Shakira's age was crying beside the man she believed was her husband.
"Mama" said the little boy when he saw the woman who was crying sobbing in her husband's arms.
"What's your dear mama" asked nana.
"Mamaaaaa" Shouted as he ran towards the woman. Nana followed the boy from behind. While the woman turned her head when she heard a familiar voice in her ears.
"Keenan" said the woman. He ran to his only son. He hugged her very tightly as if afraid of losing her again.
"Mamaa, I'm sorry. I promise I won't go again" said the boy, who was crying a mouthful of his mother.
Keenan who saw her mother staring confusedly at nana finally opened her voice, "Mama, this is a pretty aunty. He found me earlier, he brought me here. Aunti beautiful this very good ma" Obviously keenan.
"Thank you, I don't know what's gonna happen to my son if you don't find him. It's possible that my son has been taken away" the woman said sincerely.
"No need to thank me. I'm happy to meet this kid of yours, he's so smart and funny" replied Nana.
Nana squatted her height with the boy, "Oh yes, we haven't had time to get acquainted yet !! What's your name, son ?" Ask nana.
"My name is Keenan Arsenio Yudistira. Aunty can call me Keenan" he replied with a slurred voice.
Nana laughed at Keenan, she remembered the olive of her nephew. Nana suddenly misses olive. Keenan seemed to be about the same age as the current olive, he thought.
"Hay.. My name is nana" Nana exclaimed. "How old is it now ?" Ask nana again.
"Good now 3 years aunty" Keenan replied. Soon Zayyan appeared before them.
"Zayyan" Nana said.
"Where have you been, huh ? I've been looking for you everywhere" Zayyan exclaimed.
"Uncle who ? Why scold pretty aunty ?" Speak with a high voice.
"Honey, this uncle is aunty's husband. You can call him uncle zayyan. And he's not mad at aunty, he's just upset that aunty disappeared from her since then" Nana said giving the little boy some understanding.
"Is that really so ? then forgive me uncle" said keenan sincerely.
Zayyan glanced at nana as if asking for an answer before he finally replied, "Yes son, uncle is not angry at the pretty aunty. Uncle is just a little annoyed" Zayyan said with a smile.
"I'm sorry uncle" cried the boy.
"It's okay".
"Oh yes meet me Erina and this is my husband Danish. We are keenan's parents" said mistress erina.
"Oh hay. I'm zayyan, nana's husband" replied zayyan.
"You're lucky to have Miss Nana as your wife. She is a very good woman, I can see the sincerity from her eyes" This time mister Danish spoke.
"Sorry, what happened before ?" Zayyan asked curiously.
"So...." Mr. Danish recounts everything that happened without anything being reduced or exaggerated. "Never waste a woman as good as her, before she actually leaves" said Mr. Danish.
Zayyan looked at nana for a moment, "Let's go home, mang jojon has been waiting for us from earlier" said zayyan.
"Alright come on" replied nana, "Sorry mister danish and miss erina, we'll excuse you first" Nana said politely.
"May I ask for your phone number ? how do you know we can meet next time" cried Miss Erina.
"Alright, get your phone" Miss Erina gave me her phone. Nana immediately wrote down the number and then kept it.
"Already" said nana who was embraced by erina. "Aunti pamit first yes son, see you next time" cried nana.
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Kerinci, Jambi September 6, 2020
