Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)
SS. 72. Nindya's Sadness
Regina was still fast asleep, after the Doctor gave her first aid and she went through a critical period. Nindya, who hopes to joke with him, has to be a little patient to wait for Regina's health to recover.
"Let Gina rest, baby. Let's get well soon, let's play together again." Mama Tata said giving understanding.
Since her arrival in the hospital room, Nindya has only been struggling in the lap of Mama Tata. Just like the beginning of his arrival in the information room, my face with teary eyes.
Even so, his eyes did not escape the tiny body of his best friend who was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed with his head filled with bandages.
"Mama, how long is Gina like that ?" Dya asked softly, as if afraid of sounding others.
"If Gina was diligent about taking medicine, enough rest, Gina would be cured quickly." Answer Mama Tata.
"Do' Gina'll be healthy soon, baby." Added Hanifa.
"Yes Aunt." Reply staggered.
Mother Master who was still waiting there, smiled, seeing how sincere Nindya's affection towards Regina was. Not just Regina, but all her friends.
'Anita's mother is not Nindya's birth mother, but her affection and good teaching patterns have formed a good character for Nindya.' Thought Him in the heart.
In school, Nindya Juya is known to be sociable, friendly and generous. And what impressed the teacher mother, her high social spirit.
"Pak Al is lucky to have a wife like Ms. Anita.' Praise in the heart. Considering that he had waited too long, he finally stood up and said goodbye to Hanifa.
"Anita's mother, Hanifa's mother, I'm sorry, because Ananda Regina has received treatment, I beg you to excuse me first."
"Thank you very much Miss Santi, sorry for the trouble." Answer Hanifa.
"No, Mother, it's our duty to help. And we on behalf of the school are also private, apologizing profusely for what happened to Ananda. All this happened, as a result of our carelessness." Speak at length.
"No, Miss Santi, it was an accident. No one is to blame. I as Regina's parents, just pray for her, so that Gina will soon be healthy and return to her usual activities."
"Sure Ms. Hanifa, we'll be monitoring Regina's health." He said he almost ended the conversation.
Sometimes it takes a lot of understanding and patience for parents.
With the events that Gina is experiencing today, there are still many parents who are not familiar with the active period of children and only blame the teacher as the person responsible for what happened in school.
"Then I say goodbye. Let's go to Hanifa, Tata's Mom."
"Bu Santi, Miss Santi who and who will ride what ?" Ask Anita, who also happened to be saying goodbye.
"Let's order an online motorcycle in front." Reply Him.
"Then go with me, Miss Santi. Miss Santi want to go straight home or to school first ?"
"I have to go to school first. My bags, cell phones and vehicles are still in school." Said explains.
"What a coincidence, we're one way."
"All right then." Said Bu Santi accepting the offer Tata gave.
"In that case, I also say yes first. Later or tomorrow I'll be here again."
"Thank you, be careful on the road."
"Yes, you're patient, hopefully Gina will be healthy again soon."
"Aamiin's."
"Yes aunty."
Not to be outdone by adults, Nindya reached out to say goodbye.
"Dear, thank you, son. Pray that Regina will be healthy again soon, dear."
Nindya nodded, powerless to answer.
Reza who was still patiently waiting, immediately opened the door of his car, when he saw his superior wife walking closer and closer.
"We stopped by Dya's school again sir." Her request.
"Good Mom."
Maybe because of fatigue, or it was time for a break during the day, Nindya fell asleep on the way to school.
"Thank you for giving me a ride." Miss Santi said when they got to school.
"Remember, please Miss Anita. Be careful on the road." He said to allow.
"We go straight home, ma'am ?" Ask Reza who will soon be completing her task.
"Yes sir."
Nindya was still slumbering, when they had reached the sultan's courtyard.
"Let me carry Dya Bu." Reza Pinta.
"Thank you sir."
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Today, so many events and events are not expected before. Maybe that's what makes his body feel weak and tired.
Today's agenda is too exhausting for his legs. He walked and stood for a long time. Until he felt soreness in the calves and joints that are not able to support his weight.
Until the night before, Tata could not close his eyes. She's lyrically a wall clock that's perched sweetly on the wall on her dresser.
In the dim light of the sleeping lamp, he faintly saw the clockwork showing at the number eleven of the night, but Al had not yet returned home.
Tata tried to reach his phone on the nightstand. There are no calls or messages when the phone screen is open.
"Mas Al where ? how come you don't tell me ?" Mumbled himself.
Din .. din ... din ...
He had not had time to slide the call button, on the phone screen, suddenly heard the sound of a horn on the front page.
"That's it." Lirih.
Aadduuhh ...
Tata complained of pain, while trying to get out of her bed, intending to approach her husband below.
"Why dear ?" Ask Al who arrived at the room first.
"Don't know, my leg hurts all of a sudden." Lirih.
Al carried and put his wife on the bed, when he saw Tata kneading her calves and sitting on the carpet.
"Where is sick ?" Tanya Al was worried.
"It." His speech was spoiled, while pointing at his batis which felt pained and sore.
Patiently and painstakingly, Al helped massage his wife's calves.
"Where have you been all day, until your feet ache ?" Ask Al carefully.
Mother often reminded, so that this son behaved more subtly to his wife. Because the psychiatric condition of pregnant women is more sensitive than normal people in general.
"Where are you, just go to school and get Gina to the hospital." The answer is, as it is. Al himself knew it. With her permission too, Tata went to take Nindya there.
"Want to eat ? Or do I make warm tea ?" Tata's question distracted him.
"No, you just rest. I'm just gonna take a shower and sleep tonight." Answer Al flat.
Although the body feels crumpled, but as a wife, Tata still carries out her duties, preparing a change of clothes for her husband.
He put his body next to his wife after the body feels fresh. Not only did Tata feel tired of walking, but Al also felt how tired his body and mind were after a day of making a living for his family.
Not long ago, Al was already slumbering in his beautiful dreams. Until Tata has not been able to tell me, what he experienced all day.
She looked at the face of her husband who looked plain and more handsome when closing his eyes. He was the little boy whose hair started to cover his forehead.
Whether out of habit or indeed feeling more comfortable, Al slept with both hands folded in front of his chest, as if observing something.
"Mas Al, sleep should stay cool." Whisper as he kisses his forehead. Occasionally he played a child's hair on his forehead, until finally fell asleep in the same dream.
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