My best friend my husband

Chaptre 82.Falling from a Tree

"What are you talking about, anyway? You guys," I said, adding kiwis and lemons.

Instantly I stopped my chewing, not because of the ice cold. Except the taste of lemon is very sour, very sour.

I shook my head as the sour taste of the lemon spread to the inner cheek.

"When is there another auction? Om also want to do business with you. It just so happens that the supply of property in our company is declining" said Om Richard-Kak papa.

"Prepare a lot of money soon, om."

I chuckled softly after saying that word. There's no way Om Richard ran out of money or shares when he bought my property.

"By the way, how much is your house worth, Azlan? It's huge for both of you."

"It's not expensive, um. For my wife, what is wrong? The important thing is that he feels comfortable and safe. I also designed the house as well as I could. Buy furniture that is very good and durable."

"Hm, your son is very mature Seok."

They stared in amazement at papa while patting his shoulder softly.

***

In the afternoon, Dara and I drove Mother and Chaca home and visited their home.

"Assalamualaikum" I said as I entered his house with a tile floor and a hairy carpet.

"Wa aleikum salam."

They answered my greetings and we sat on the hairy carpet.

"Hey, there's a chair. Why are you sitting there, son?" ask mommy.

"Like it, ma'am."

I felt that thick fine fur with my palm.

"Baby bear" said Dara, walking into the kitchen.

Mother Fisya's house has changed a lot. She has been eating her ceramics with a hairy carpet thanks to her selling and stocking her cakes in stores and on social media.

Mother Fisya is now an expert in making cakes, creating various models.

"Mother yesterday also bought some of our cooking equipment. Glass, plate, spoon, fork, teflon. It's thanks to my daughter-in-law who helped us financially and I used to make cakes."

I turned towards those who were talking about something while embracing Dara's waist.

I can hear it even over a considerable distance.

"Sir Azlan, yesterday Chaca English replicates got a value of 97" Chaca said while showing me a double polio paper.

"Well, but less than 3 you get a perfect score."

"Yes, that's because Chaca was late for a hangout. So, the last one was Chaca replied carelessly."

"Other times, he replied do not be careless. You can learn from Kak Dara, 'kan he can now dress English, or same brother."

Chaca nodded her head while smiling funnyly revealing a row of her small teeth. He re-entered the room to put the paper back on and turned on the television and turned on the fan.

Chaca laughed crisply when she saw the cute cartoon series. He also told me how the previous plot was.

I just nodded my head, but my mind went back to Dara and the mother who had not been to the television room with us.

"So, I'm not out for a minute."

I moved from the carpet to the car. I think I left something.

Ting!

I blocked the remote control because my car was locked automatically. I'm using Love's red Tesla, because my rock car is in battery mode.

"Jeez, this is a snack how can it be here?"

I picked up an M&M branded snack. Maybe Dara forgot to get it out.

I returned with the snack and was greeted with a smile and sparkling eyes by Chaca.

"Thank you, brother."

"Yes, same, baby. Eat the snacks, do not forget to brush your teeth," I said while tidying up straight hair belonging to Chaca.

Chaca who is shoulder-height, Dara, she already looks very mature now. Moreover, he was already almost high from Dara.

They're quite different. Dara is whiter than him, but Dara has curly hair. While Chaca has straight hair. In terms of face, they look like twins.

Chaca and I stared at the television screen that is now showing Tom and Jerry movies.

We sometimes laugh because of how stupid one of them sometimes doesn't know who to look for.

1 hour later, I say goodbye to Chaca to go back to meet Dara.

***

While in the middle of the road, I took the initiative to go to the toilet because there was something to be removed.

Chequek!

When I finished, I closed the toilet door again and heard Dara's cry.

"Come, let's treat the wound first."

I heard mother's voice. I immediately ran to the back of the house and saw that mother was embracing Dara who was walking in limp.

"What's up, ma'am?" ask my mother.

Dara's head that had been lowered immediately looked up at me who was standing in front of them.

I saw her face holding back pain in the area of her legs covered in navy skirts.

"So Dara climbed a mango tree in the back of the house because of the sight of a kitten that could not go down. He fell, his knees were like sprained ankles" said the mother at length.

I immediately took Dara from mother and raised her body towards Dara's room.

Chaca who was watching television immediately asked why Dara was taken by me.

"Your brother fell, baby," I replied.

I ran back to the kitchen to get some cold water and asked mom to take a small towel.

Then go back to the car to take betadine, red medicine, and cotton.

"Open the skirt, let the brother treat the wound," I said as I wet the towel with clean water.

I saw Dara holding the edge of her skirt with both hands.

"Wae?" my many.

"I can treat myself."

Dara grabbed the wet little towel and sat back and turned to my back.

Slowly she lifted the navy skirt and cried looking at her injured knee.

I couldn't see the wound because he was behind me and was blocked by his head and hands covering the wound.

"Hurry and clean the wound."

I went back to waiting for Dara to clean her own wound. But, she was just crying a little while hiccuping.

"Can?" ask again.

There was no answer other than the sound of crying and hiccups.

"Reverse, let the brother clean his wound."

Dara shook her head as a rejection of my offer.

I exhaled a rough breath then turned towards him in the same position.

Behind me.

"Reverse, brother will heal your sprained ankle."

"Later sak-it," he replied accompanied with a rush that made his voice intermittent.

"The pain is just a moment, and then it's good again."

"You hurt already said, later you can walk again. If it is not kneaded, then your legs are swollen," I said.

Slowly his body turned to face me.

I saw her face red from crying, her eyes wet and some of her hair coming out of the hijab she was wearing.

sorry for a typo