
"Ehm .. actually Mila has no plans to stay at our house. But because the rain never subsides, maybe he will spend the night here. Don't worry, Mila will sleep in the guest room with my mother" Fabian said.
"Regulations in this housing complex guests must stay overnight must report to me. Can I see Mila's ID card?"
Mila took the identity card from inside her wallet and thrust it at Mr. Burhan.
"Karmila, the birthplace of the city S."
Somehow Mila quickly took back her identity card before the man who is quite respected in this housing complex finished observing her.
"So, Madam Mila is not a native of this city?" ask Mr. Burhan.
"Bu-bu-no, sir. I-i, …"
"We'd better go to Father's house now. I'm afraid something bad happened to my mother" cut Fabian.
I caught a faint smile on Mila's lips. I think he's happy because Mr. Burhan no longer asks him this and that again.
Fabian took a big enough umbrella that I put in the corner of the room. That's the only umbrella we have other than the one my mother brought.
"I'm coming!" exclaim Mila.
"You stay at home with Zura" said Fabian.
"I'm also worried about mom, too" his whine that I believe is just a pleasantries.
"Come, Mas."
Mila glanced at me for a moment before finally following Fabian mas and Burhan sir who left the living room.
It is still painful to see them walking together under the same umbrella. I can't do much either. It would be unwise if I forbade him to leave. Mas Fabian even Mr. Burhan would consider my attitude childish.
Suddenly my stomach made a sound that indicated I was beginning to be attacked by hunger. I admit, ever since I gave birth to Lyra, I feel like my appetite has increased. Even when posyandu a few days ago my weight increased. For now I don't care about my weight or my body shape. Most importantly Lyra is never short of intake of ASI. Because that was the only source of life for him.
I finished dinner but Fabian and my mother-in-law did not come when my house and Mr. Burhan were only a few blocks away.
I got out of the dining room and walked to the terrace. The rain hasn't stopped, although it wasn't as hard as this afternoon.
"Assalamualaik."
I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the sound of Fabian entering the porch. He is seen lifting the body of the mother with the help of Mr. Burhan.
"Getishalight."
"Mom's okay, isn't she, Mom?" manyworry.
Fabian just shook his head. He and Mr. Burhan then brought mother into the guest room.
"Thank you, sir," said Fabian.
"Bian mas should immediately bring Kinanti bu for treatment. It looks like he's in a lot of pain" said Mr. Burhan. Fabian nodded in understanding.
"I'll excuse you, Assalamualaikum."
"Getishalight."
"Mom why, Mom?" my many.
"From that moment, my mother complained that her back hurt."
"Just take mom to the hospital now" I said.
"I'm scared, …"
"Fear why, Mom?"
"I'm afraid that you'll have to have surgery. It's gonna cost a lot."
"So how are you doing now?"
"Mas tomorrow will call mbok Jum to massage mom. Maybe after the massage the mother's condition will improve."
"But, Mas. Mom was in pain all the time. I'm just afraid that mom's getting spanked."
"God is okay."
"Aren't you now, Mom?" my protest.
"Mbok Jum's house is quite far from here. It's night anyway. Not necessarily he's willing to squeak at night."
"Just try it first. May he be willing to scold mom now."
"Tomorrow. My mother is no longer in pain.
"Disputing the husband is not good." Suddenly Mila chimed in on our debate.
"I'm not arguing. I actually suggested that the mother immediately get treatment," I said.
"Mas Fabian said tomorrow yes tomorrow."
I refused to respond again to Mila's words.
"Will you have dinner?" my many.
He nodded his head.
I hurried out of the living room and headed for the kitchen.
"I've warmed the chicken start. Don't eat chili again" I said.
I could feel the moment that Mila glanced cynically at me.
"Oh yeah. After dinner Mas intermin Mila came home. Not good with the neighbors especially earlier Mr. Burhan has told guests to stay to report," I said. Fabian nodded slowly.
"Let me drive home" Fabian said after dinner.
I looked at Mila's face. From the look on his face I can read he's reluctant to leave this house.
Mila picked up her bag and just nodded from before me. Without saying hello, let alone saying hello.
"Assalamualaikum," quipped.
"You're not saying good to Zura?" ask Fabian.
"I'm home" he said flatly.
After grabbing Fabian's hand and pecking at the back of his hand, they left the living room.
"Durrr!" I was aghast when I suddenly heard a lightning sound that was quite deafening. A second later the rain came back down hard.
"Oek.Oek…"
I quickly ran to the room. The sound of lightning must have shocked him to wake him up.
"It looks like the rain won't let me go home tonight." Even with a quiet voice, I could hear Mila's words.
"Let Mila stay the night" said Fabian. She'll sleep with mom in the guest room. I prayed isya' first."
Again I caught that annoying smile from Mila's lips before finally walking towards the guest room. Despite my heavy heart, I must be willing to stay at my house tonight.
I went into the room and breastfed Lyra who woke up to the loud sound of lightning earlier.
I think I just closed my eyes for a moment. I was shocked when I looked at the wall clock in my room. It was almost eleven in the evening but Fabian had not yet entered the room.
Bad thoughts filled my head.
Was Fabian with Mila?
Are they alone in the guest room? Ah no way! Mom was in that room too.
I tidied my clothes back. With a slow motion I moved from the bed so that Lyra did not wake up. I have to make sure everything's okay.
I opened the door and closed it again. My first destination was the guest room. I have to make sure that Mila is fast asleep in there. I turned the doorknob and I pushed it. I tiptoed when suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder from behind.
"Why is Zura here?"
Aye? Mila was outside the room. Hold still. I saw him sweating like he was doing something draining.
"Sir..have you not slept?"
I was surprised when Fabian suddenly came out of the toilet. His breath also seemed irregular.
What happened to Fabian and Mila? Are they…?
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