Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)
SS. 73. A Tiring Night
Aaaarrrgggghhc ...
Screams rang out Nindya's screams from her adjoining private room just next to Al and Tata's room.
The startled Tata and Al mixed with worry about his daughter's condition, immediately ran down from the bed, making sure that nothing happened with Nindya.
"What's the matter, baby ? Is it okay ?" Anita asked in panic.
Dya tightly hugged Mama Tata's neck, her body wet with sweat. Though everyone feels the air around the room feels cold by the air conditioning machine.
His face looked pale, his lips trembled, until finally faintly began to sound his sobs.
"Yes, look at Papa, the story, Dya why ?" This time it was Papa Al who persuaded.
"Gina Papa, Gina left Dya." He said with a trembling voice.
"Gina ?"
Al repeated a name mentioned by Nindya.
Nindya nodded, her face already looking red after Tata wiped her sweat and tears with a tissue.
Nindya looked confused, not knowing where to start. His palm felt cold, like a frightened child, Dya tightly grasped Mama Tata's hand.
"Maybe Dya dreams of Gina Mas." Mama Tata Lirih.
Again Nindya nodded, confirming her Mama's words.
"Darling, Dya was just dreaming. Nothing happened to Gina." Papa Al reminded me. A gentle swab she gave slowly on her daughter's forehead.
"But, Dya's dream is like a real Pa, it looks very clear that Gina _" he said restrained, still tight with his stance.
"It's just a sleeping flower baby, signifying that Nindya loves Regina. We pray Regina will be healthy again soon." Pinta Mama Tata's.
"But Dya wants to see Gina Mama, Dya does not want to lose Gina." The whine is full of tears.
"Yes, tomorrow we're with Gina. It's still night, Dya sleep first." Persuade Mama Tata.
"Oh, yes, Ma."
"Dear, Mama promised, after school, we went straight to the hospital for Gina." Mama Tata's reply was convincing.
Nindya nodded back, hearing what Mama said. As if relieved because what he asked for will soon be fulfilled before he finally fell asleep again in the arms of Mama Tata.
"Well, let's go back to sleep." Take Al.
Slowly Tata let go of her embrace. However, there was something he felt as he was about to stand up from his seat.
"Aggrrrhhhh ... Mas." He groaned while holding his stomach.
"Why dear ?" Tanya Al was no less panicked than the events of Nindya's dream.
"My stomach, oh. .. hurts so much." Tata's whimper is getting inaudible. Not only because of fear Nindya woke up, but indeed her breath felt heavy to speak louder.
Al immediately carried his wife back to the room.
"Hold ya baby, wait a minute here." Her request.
And no matter where he went, that must have suddenly disappeared from sight.
"Why Tata ?" Ask Mommy, who came a while after Al came out.
Apparently, Al had rushed out just to report to Mother Arum, what was experienced by his wife.
"My stomach feels stiff Mother, very sick, the chest also feels tight for breath." Reply repeatedly.
"For a while Nduk, make a lie first." Pinta Mother.
"How's Bun ? Tata why ?" Tanya Al was worried.
"Do we take it to Mother's house, or let Al call Widya's doctor." Ask in a panic, before Mother answers the initial question she conveyed earlier.
"Call Mbah Milah Nak, take Mbak Watik. Looks like something's wrong with your wife's contents."
"But we don't take it to the doctor."
Mother knows better how the condition of his wife at this time.
But the modern thinking of an Alfatih remains concerned about the conditions that Tata naturally. Even so, without asking much more, Al according to what Mother said.
With Ma'am Watik ushered, he went to the house of a man he called 'Mbah Milah'. An elder who is an expert in massaging, especially pregnant women and babies.
"Come, leave immediately. Don't let your wife hold back the pain for long." Said Mbah Milah who only heard a little explanation about the current state of Tata.
Just by hearing the initial story, He was already sure of what He would do later.
"Assalamu'alaikum." Sapa Mbah Milah when meeting Mother.
"Wa'alaikumsalam Mbah." Mother replied while shaking her hand.
"Pie are you Nduk ?"
"Alhamdulillah be healthy Mbah."
It is not foreign to both. The closeness of Mbah Milah and Bunda Arum has been established since Mother was a child.
"Why Rum, what's wrong with your son-in-law ?" He asked as he walked towards the room where Tata was still lying in pain.
"Meniko Mbah, she suddenly felt her stomach stiff." Answer Mother explained.
"Oh ... " That's just Mbah Milah's comment.
"Bent your knee Nduk, limp yes, this must hurt very much, let Simbah fix his position." Mbah Milah gave instructions.
Both of Tata's hands squeezed the bed sheet in place of the pain she felt.
"How about Mbah ?" Ask the Mother who also felt pain to see Tata's sweat wetting her forehead.
It must have been a pain to not mess around, in this cold room, he was still sweating.
"Ora popo, maybe you woke up all of a sudden." Mbah Mubah said guessing.
Our eyes turned to Al, as if to say, 'What happened earlier ?'
"Yes Mother, earlier was indeed the Awakened system in shock, immediately ran away when he heard Nindya shout." Al explained.
"Is that so, son ?" Ask Mommy turns to Tata who already looks better. His white skin that had looked pale had turned red again.
"Yes Mother." He answered in a clearer voice than before.
"Tomorrow don't repeat."
"Mother's Gift."
"It looks trivial Nduk, but the pain is not bad, and it does not immediately hurt. But slowly gradually." So says Mbah Milah.
It was true, before he felt his stomach cramp. Tata still felt comfortable and painless while inside Nindya's room.
The exhausting night, not enough he had rested closed his eyes, had to wake up in shock due to Nindya's screams. And when Dya had begun to calm down, Tata changed who groaned in pain.
"Remember Mas, it still hurts, don't be too strong to play." Temptation Mbak Watik when he saw Al home deliver Mbah Milah.
But not the name Al if not resist temptation. Joking with Mbak Watik like that only speechless even nyelonong enter the room without a smile.
"Amahhhh ... " Sigh Al when he returned to lay his body on the side of his wife after delivering Mbah Milah home.
"Sorry, so wake you up again." He said as he stroked the child's hair that covered his wife's forehead. Tata smiled at her husband's guilt.
"Sorry, it worries me." The answer.
"Gakpapa, go back to sleep." Bring along.
There is no life story without a story. Likewise with Tata, who is always happy with various colors in his life story.
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