Merely Protector

Chapters 12. Mama!

"You why? Before leaving, though the spirit is great."

Emma noticed Alia's face that had been bent, not knowing the reason why. There was nothing that made them upset before. He was astonished by the behavior of this beloved woman.

Now they're at a folk party, the place that Alia promised two weeks ago. A place where they will relax for a moment, entertain the chaotic mind, put a moment of life's problems.

All proven, now Emma's face looks brighter than yesterday. He enjoyed the holidays this time. Not only does he enjoy the atmosphere, but he also has his own goals.

Emma knew that the village was close to where the helicopter crashed. He had a hunch that his son was still alive and tried to search there.

"It turns out the show is just like this," Alia complained.

"Not yet to begin, Al." Emma put the phone in front of her face to take a picture of the excitement there.

When aiming at one of the corners, in the flat object screen it shows a picture of someone who is not a stranger. He immediately put away the phone from the eyes, then looked directly across the field where the person was. It is not so clear, but the heart of a mother has spoken.

Emma fluttered the crowd beside her to make way. The woman gradually began to move, leaving Alia alone there. He can't wait to be sure.

"Where is aunt going?" ask Alia. She screamed a little for Emma to hear.

In the middle of the crowd at this time the atmosphere was very boisterous. The voice of the voice-pulling ceaselessly with the characteristics of each tone. Emma did not follow Alia's question. He just keeps breaking through people's meetings there. The woman wants to see the person closer and hopes that her premonition is right.

After a hard struggle, he finally arrived at his destination. He immediately looked for the figure he had seen earlier, sorted through the people, and hoped to find it. However, none of them matched his vision.

"Why the hell, Auntie?" Alia touched Emma's shoulder. His breath was tired from running after his mother Angga. Fortunately, he did not lose track.

"Is it just an illusion?" asked Emma muttering. He lowered his gaze, disappointed that his efforts were not successful. "No way, I'm sure it was really Angga. But, ...."

Emma was still evasive about the reality she saw. However, at least he was grateful that the child survived even though there was no concrete evidence. It is his feelings that support that statement one hundred percent.

***

The commotion was no longer heard, the atmosphere was so quiet. Silvi pushed the wheelchair into her house. He stopped right in the living room, then immediately ran to the kitchen, fetching water so that the man could drink an obay.

"It's a drink first." Silvi handed over a glass of water and headache medication to Angga.

The man put the medicine in his mouth, then gulped down the water in the glass. His hand was clutching tightly to the empty glass. Cold sweat comes out of the pores and the head feels swirling.

Angga lowered his head with his left hand touching his forehead. The little massage he did while closing his eyes. Eyebrows fuse, causing wrinkles between the two. As much as possible, the man endured the extreme pain.

Silvi sat on the side chair of Angga. She watched closely the man by her side, looking extremely pale with enduring pain. He doesn't know what's going on. He couldn't possibly ask under these circumstances, afraid that it would add to that pain.

"I'll take it to the room, yeah, so you can take a break." Silvi took the glass from Angga's hand, then put it on the table.

Silvi pushed Angga's wheelchair down the hallway of the house. He paused for a moment to open the door, then entered the room. With all his energy he filled the man's body so that he could get on the bed.

"Eh, ouch!"

The incident was repeated, Silvi lost balance so that he fell on Angga's body. For the second time, a heavy hand held him. However, the difference this time was tighter, as if spilling out all that was felt.

Silvi raised Angga's hand, trying to let go of the hug. He felt uneasy if it happened again. It was not that the woman did not want to, but the door of the room was still open. What if both parents come home and find them?

"Baby, pelin! I'll see you later."

Instead of letting go of hugs, now Angga hugged Silvi even tighter. There was not the slightest desire to free the woman. That's all he wants right now.

Silvi began to undo his efforts, aware that he had put up a futile resistance. He will not be able to fight Angga because he is out of size and power. Now the woman is just resigned, accepting what Angga will do.

"If you want that, come on, hunt! Mumpung father and mother have not come home" said Silvi.

Only that was on the woman's mind, as it used to be when Angga had a headache like this. So, right now that must be the case, Silvi was very sure.

"But I'll close the door first."

Angga completely ignored Silvi's words and still closed his eyes. Now he actually pulled the tiny body to be equally high with his position, then align the body of the wife. His head crept into the recess of the woman's neck, exhaling warm air around the ears.

Silvi was getting such treatment. The fine hairs all over the body stand parallel. He tried to keep the head away from the Angga, avoiding the agitated ran9sangan. His eyes kept staring at the door, hoping that nothing would appear.

"Can you shut up, right?" Angga pulled Silvi's head, tried to retract it.

Blowing back on the surface of the skin, making the chest rise and fall, in rhythm with a beat that can not be controlled. With eyes closed, the pleasure of the swish really felt running through the blood vessels. Silvi lived every second.

The woman is waiting for the next movement of Angga. However, the seconds had already passed by a few minutes, the surroundings also felt quiet, the hugging hands had also begun to stretch. He looked towards the man beside him.

The woman took a long breath. "The sleep turned out to be."

Silvi was still looking at the handsome face in front of her, eyes closed full of peace. He was grateful that Angga could sleep soundly. A smile appeared on his face.

Yes, the handsome face continues to make Silvi not care. Therefore, now he has completely forgotten Anam. The days together foster a sense of love in his heart. Whether, Angga knows his feelings or not, most importantly, he is happy now.

"Mama!"

"Mama?"

Seriate.