Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)
SS. 67. Kangen
After a day yesterday lying down with no activity at all, today Tata wants to feel the warmth of the sun again.
Morning habits, teasing her husband who is still curled up, gini should he delay.
"I left first yes, remember the doctor's message, you have to rest a lot. Take care of our child's health and future." So message Al, before leaving for Bali because of his business affairs.
'Newly left a day Mas Al, it feels already kangen.' Mumbled himself.
That feeling of kangen is what pushes his hand to reach the phone on his nightstand.
Kling .. kling .. kling ...
One message came in, when Tata turned on her mobile data.
["Good morning encouragement my heart, how did you sleep tonight, soundly?"]
The first message entered since four o'clock in western Indonesia. The sentence in the message, managed to make the heart of Tata flowery. His lips smiled to themselves without any instruction from a joke.
The second message was followed by a few minutes, and the next message.
["It's dawn baby, wake up."]
["But remember, slow down the path."]
["Don't forget to eat a lot, sleep well, take the vitamins that the Doctor gives."]
Tata smiled back to read a series of short messages through the WhatsApp application on his mobile phone.
"My sun's morning spirit, my soul mate's working spirit."
A concise and concise sentence, in reply to the messages that Al sent. But, unfortunately, the message has not been delivered.
'Still tick one, it's only seven, but it's eight there. Maybe Mas Al has started to get busy.' Thought in the heart.
Indeed, between Java and Bali, their time is one hour adrift.
Tata put his back on the back of his bed, reading over and over again all the messages Al sent.
Pampered, maybe that one word is right for a young mother in her first pregnancy. He wants to be noticed, loved and pampered.
The javanese say.
"If you want something to be obeyed, let the baby's dedek not wither." So many myths are evolving.
Especially Mother Arum, who had felt what it was like to be pregnant in the first trimester. Nausea, vomiting, dizziness, helpless limp.
That experience is also what he made a benchmark when treating his son-in-law at this time. Especially seeing the condition of the weak Anita content.
So many prohibitions that Mother gives. Even sometimes Mother forbids him not to move much, even if just lying in bed
"Eh, uh, where are you going ?" Ask Mommy, when she sees her daughter-in-law getting out of bed.
"You seek the wind, in front of Mother." He answered, still sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Wait, wait." His words prevented Tata from getting out of her bed.
"Mak Watik." Call Mommy.
"Mak Watik." When the person called did not answer.
"Mother's Gift." Reply Maam Watik approaching.
"Please help Ma'am Ata to the front garden." Pinta Mother.
"Mother, Tata can walk slowly Mother." Tata refused.
"No, no, Mommy doesn't want you to be soy." Said Her.
"Yes Ma'am Ata, let Watik help."
Deftly, Mrs Watik took over the task that has been entrusted to him since.
"It's just a short walk ahead, where tired Ma'am." Tata said half a whisper.
"Sttc ... In fact, Mommy is over-protective because she loves Ata Ma'am, also her future grandchild." Said Mba Watik.
Indeed, lately Mommy looks very excessive, seeing the condition of her daughter-in-law is weak.
Again the bitter experience Mother had experienced, losing her son's candidate because of similar conditions. Until you have to wait for years, until the presence of Sekar Kinanti.
Even so, Mother is grateful, there is always wisdom behind an event. God presented Alphatih who became the light in his small family.
His tears came back, as the picture of the past was reflected back. Mother Arum immediately ran into her room. In his private room, he shed his tears again.
"So quickly you left me. Mas." His whisper while looking at the photo of the late Danu in his hand.
Pseudo hug Mother vent into a twenty centi sized frame that always adorns her nightstand. For Mother, this is not just a hug, but more than an impingement of longing for her late husband.
'God loves you more and our daughter Mas, may Allah put you in His heaven.' he said still with a picture frame in his arms.
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"Bak Ata wants Watik to get something ?" Ma'am Watik asked after placing his employer's wife in his favorite park.
"No, thank you. I just want to breathe fresh air." Answer Tata while getting off his wheelchair.
"Eh, where are you going, just sit here." Pinta Mbak Watik's.
"Capek Ma'am, sit on. Take a walk for a while, let's not stiffen his legs." Answer Tata nekat.
"Yes, be careful, just slow down. There is no Mother." Said Mama Watik half whispered.
Although I have never felt what it feels like for a pregnant mother, Ms. Watik knows very well, the severity of a mother's struggle.
Mrs Watik has been married for almost ten years. But God, has not given trust to her and her husband to fondle a child.
"Eh, Ma'am Ata, be careful." He shouted, when he saw Tata almost fall because he stepped on a pebble.
"Father Ma'am, just shocked."
"Hhhuuuff .. thank God, make deg-deg an course." His comments caressed the chest.
"Mama." Sapa little Nindya who already looks beautiful radiant this morning.
"Dear Mama, here baby."
"Why come home Ma ?"
Tata looked gently at her daughter. It is not usual for Nindya to ask for her father's departure. Moreover, Al's departure has not been too long. Usually, even though Al went for days, Nindya also never asked when she came home.
"Darling, Papa just left here."
"Yes, but why long time to go home."
"Papa is still a lot of work, later if Papa's work is done, Papa must go home."
Tata again saw the short message he sent via WhatsApp. Just like before, nothing has changed.
'Still tick one, why do I worry too.' Thought in the heart.
"Have you eaten ?" Tata asked trying to distract.
"No, Dya wants Papa's phone." Her speech.
"Yes, then yeah. Papa's still busy." Tata replied, considering the message he sent has not been received.
Undeniably, there was a feeling of worry in his heart. Especially with his current condition, his feelings were extremely sensitive.
'Must be positive thinking, maybe Dya just miss the same Papa.' His comments in heart.
"Honey, we're walking in the park in front of yuk." Take him, trying to distract his little daughter.
"Come on, Mama slow down. Said Eyang, Mama can't be tired."
"Yes dear."
This time, his efforts succeeded.
"Here's Mama, Dya help." Her babble stretched out both her hands.
For a time, Nindya's attention was distracted.
'Hopefully time for a break later, Mas Al can already be contacted, so that Nindya does not ask again.' Anita's true heart also misses Alfatih's voice.
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