Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)

SS. 33. Nindya Sick

At the beginning of the week in October, expect everything to go smoothly. But not for Al. Although his career and business are growing rapidly, but his heart and feelings are still not well-ordered.

Right now all he had in mind was work, work and work. He forgot, there was a Nindya who needed his affection.

Crings ... crings ...

Local phone calls in the office are ringing. Must have asked the secretary to call.

"Yes Hello."

"Sir Al, there's a call from home."

"From home ?"

"Yes sir, your phone is off."

"Okay, connect."

Sinta ended the conversation and connected with Mother Arum who called from home.

'What's wrong with Mother, Mother's tumben-tumbenan call at this hour.' Her thought.

It is rare for Mother to contact Al during office hours. Almost never, if not something very important to say.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mother." Say hello when the phone is connected.

"Dya Al."

"Yes ? What's wrong with the Mother ?" Ask Al in panic.

"Yes sick, the body is hot high, eating is also difficult. Mommy wants to take Dya to the hospital." Information from Mother Arum.

"Mother take Dya to the Hospital 'Mother and Child' Yes Bun, we meet there."

"Yes, my dear, wait for me."

"Yes Mother, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Nindya cried in pain. Doctors and some nurses are trying to find the right vein for the infusion.

It was not like hearing his groan. Moreover, her cries started to break when Al came.

Mother Arum, who had been accompanying since, chose to go out because she could not bear to see Nindya crying in pain.

"Prophey, a little more done. Sholehah's son, let's get well soon, son." The doctor said calm.

"Pa's sick, sick."

"Yes, in a minute, yeah, one, two, it's done." Just keep the Doctor again.

"Dya does not want to be tied up Papa, Dya wants to go home." Whimpering begs.

"Dya treated first yes, let it heal quickly. When it's healed we go home and walk." The Papa Al.

"He doesn't want to be here." Her crying sobbed.

"Eat him, Dya eat a lot of ya. Be strong, let's not be sick anymore." The Esang Arum.

"No, I want Mama." His screams are stronger.

If so, there is nothing else they can do. Unless you have to obey what Nindya wants.

Due to the influence of the medicine and after being satisfied with her cries, Nindya was exhausted and fell asleep. At that time it became an opportunity for Mother to talk with the son and a Papa for Nindya.

"Al, Mommy wants to talk for a second."

"Yes Mother."

Al took a sitting position near Mommy in the sofa waiting room and still waiting, what will Mommy talk about.

"From yesterday, it was very difficult to eat it" said Mother began the story.

"Every mother asks, What does she want ? Dya always replied, 'Dya want Mama'." he continued.

"Mother knows, this is heavy for you. But at least, do it for Nindya." He said almost to the point of the matter.

"I mean Mother ?"

"Mother, Mother wants you to convey the current condition of Nindya to Anita. Because she is the one who has always considered her Mama. Ask him to spend some time visiting Nindya. Thank you if Tata wants to stay with us, so that Dya is closer to her."

'Forgive Mother Nak, Mother cannot say that Mother actually also wants you to be close to the girl. She's a nice and caring girl. But for personal reasons, you know better about yourself.' Mother said in heart.

Upon hearing the information from Mother, Al felt a little relieved at once upset.

"Yes Mother, Al will try to persuade Anita, so she wants to be Nindya's nanny." Convincingly.

'Is that your closeness to Anita ? Don't you have a little taste tucked into your heart, son ?' Mommy complains in the heart, regretting Al's response to Mother's wishes.

"Thank you, son, you are willing to do anything for Nindya. Poor him, his age already had to feel the loss of both his parents."

Actually, what Mother said was an outpouring of the heart of a grandmother who had to take care of her own grandchildren without the affection of a Mother.

The concrete thing is that Mother wants Al to immediately make a choice. But Al hasn't been aware of that.

Not only the right choice for her, but also the one who has the soul of motherhood and affection for a child. And all the criteria are on Anita who Mother knows.

Tears of Mother Arum began to flow soaking her cheeks. Longing for his daughter, he always devoted to Nindya, his favorite grandson.

It seems that not long ago Mother Arum fondled and raised Kinanti, but God had asked her back.

Little Nindya who is always a temple when her heart is running low. Not just Mommy, but Al too.

When fatigue strikes, after returning from the office, will surely be treated with joy and spoiled attitude Nindya to him.

Later that night, Al rushes to the place where Anita lives. As Reza informed, a house measuring four times six which although small and in a slum, but neatly arranged and clean.

Tok ... tok ...

Several times Al knocked on the door and said his greetings, but there was also no reply from within.

"Sorry, who's looking ?" Ask a father who happened to pass in front.

"Yes sir, is this really the residence of Mbak Tata yes ?" Ask Al.

"Mbak Anita means ?"

"Oh, yes Anita."

"Yes right Mas, but Anita's mother is out Mas. I just happened to meet at the end of the street." Said the father giving evidence.

"Where did he go, sir ?"

"Wow, don't know me. But if this hour at most just want to find food. Soon back." Said Her.

"Then can I wait here, sir ?"

"Oh, please. But if you may know, What's Ma'am Anita yes ?" Ask him who feels responsible.

"I'm a coworker of Anita Pak, there are important things that I have to say. Because of the phone number he can't call, so I'm heading straight here." Al answered convincingly.

"Yes-yes it's okay, please wait. My father's house is over there. If there's anything you can knock it."

"Okay, thank you so much sir."

"Then, you stay first."

"Monggo, please sir."

There are many good and prejudiced people in this city. Do not have to wait long, what you said was true. Anita came with a pack inside a clear crackle bag.

"Sir Al ?" His reply was a little surprised, when he saw Al was sitting on the terrace which was only illuminated by five-watt lights and not so bright.

Al deliberately parked his vehicle a little far from where Anita lived. Because he was afraid, the girl would sniff again.

"I'm sorry, I'm interrupting these nights."

"Where do you know I live ?"

"That's not important, the important thing is that I have to say."

"What's up, sir ?"

"Nindya is sick and Mother asks me to convey this to you." Al to the point.

"Nindya is sick ?"

"Yes, he won't eat, every night delirious in your name."

Hearing about Nindya, her maternal instincts appeared. For some reason, he was also so dear to the little boy. They have no blood relation at all.

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