My Only One's

Ara's Mood

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"Why are you?" Sofia's been checking on Darren who hasn't been down since morning.

Though his son usually exercise every weekend with him also Satria.

"You sick?" He touched Darren's forehead to check and was a little surprised when he felt his body temperature being hotter than usual.

"No Mom, I'm just not feeling well." Darren replied.

"Just not feeling well? But your skin's red like this?" Sofia checks the face and neck of the son.

"Your body too, son!" he said, after revealing Darren's pajamas.

"No, I just …."

"Boat!! Hiihi! Darren's relapsing!" Sofia shouted to her husband.

"No Mom!"

"Mrr?" 

"What the hell are you screaming about? It's still morning!"

"Well see Darren?" sofia and her husband came forward.

"He must have eaten a seafoodd!" said.

"You eat seafood?" He asked his son.

"No Mom, I'm not …."

"You haven't been like this for a long time, and only seafood can."

"Mh …."

"Darren!"

"I. .. Mom accidentally." The man finally answered.

"What?"

"I. .. didn't know yesterday's lunch contained seafood, so …."

"Where are you eating?"

"In ... umm .. restaurant opposite the resort after meeting with Kak Dim."

Sofia and Satria fell silent.

"Yes already. Mama call the doctor?" The mother reached for her phone to make a call.

"No, Mom, I went to the doctor yesterday."

"really?"

"Yes, I went straight to the NMC. So …."

"MCR?"

"Yes. So calm down."

The couple looked at each other.

"Meet with Dr Kirana?" Sofia trying to mamancing.

"Meet. He even treated me, right. It becomes …." Darren hung up his words and turned his head towards his two parents.

And he found their faces almost smiling.

"What?"

"You're sick, and you're looking for the right person?" Sofia laughed softly.

"I mean Mama?"

"Will you go to the hospital? To the NMC again? Let's Mama deliver? Papi let's take Darren to the NMC?" Sofia is excited.

"Tidaakk! It's not even three days!" answer Darren.

"Why not three days?"

"Doctor Kirana said, come back if after three days the rash doesn't go away! Uh …." The man immediately covered his mouth with his hand.

"Hey!!! You started acting young?" The father replied.

"Ck! Can I just rest? Can you ask Mama and Papi to let me?" Darren.

"How come? Your allergies need to be treated, honey! Come on, Mama's taking you to NMC." Sofia pulled her son's hand.

"No Mom!"

"Come, are we seeing Doctor Kirana again?" The woman held back the laughter.

"No, Mom!"

"Come on!!"

"No!"

"Honey!" Satria stopped his wife. "If he says just let it go. Wait for three days. Haha." He also laughed.

"Stop Pih!" Darren with frustration.

His rash face was getting redder because of his tactics caught by his parents.

"Come on, honey, let Darren rest. We'll take him in three days to the NMC." Satria pulled his wife out.

Leaving their irritated son behind and drowning his body under the covers.

***

"Aduuuhhh, mother's son!!" Mayang welcomed the arrival of his son and daughter-in-law at the end of the day at their home residence.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" he hugged Galang and Amara in turn.

"Get it, Mom." The son replied while helping Amara out of the car and moving her to a wheelchair.

"Where are you guys from?"

"Even after direct therapy here, all of you take Ara for a walk" he said.

"Ara is better? How'd it go to therapy?" Mayang turned to his son-in-law.

"Udah ma'am." The woman nodded.

"How does the mother's grandchild matter? Healthy right?" Mayang touched Amara's stomach and stroked her gently.

"Good Mom, healthy."

"Thank God. Come on let's go in? Dad's behind making a table. Must be glad you guys came." The mother led them into the house.

*

"Sometimes Galang is tired Ma'am." The mother and son were sitting in the dining room that was fused with the kitchen with a glass of coffee Mayang made for his son. 

While Amara in the backyard chatted with Arif who was finishing his work. They look familiar and occasionally look laughing.

"Yes, obviously tired. His name is also work, everywhere is tired. Where is there work that is not tired?"

"Not about that." Sipping his coffee.

"Keep on what?"

The man was silent for a moment.

"Is it wrong to complain?" He looked at his mother's face.

"What do you want to complain about?"

Then he stared into the backyard where his father and wife were.

"On Ara?" Mayang asked.

"Pregnancy makes Ara a little more spoiled than usual. His will was strange and could not be denied. Plus he's often suddenly sad or angry for no reason."

"The mood has changed. It is common to be pregnant. Mom used to be that too." Mayang.

"Times?"

"Yes, almost all pregnant women do. H*rmon up and down, changes in body condition, and physical condition make it often do out of habit. And it's common. It will also disappear by itself."

"If Galang is ordinary it's okay. But every day is not the same. Sometimes we're okay, and sometimes we have a lot of problems."

"How do you want it?"

"Not how."

"You pissed? Tired? Because having to take care of him is also the situation like that? Who did you forget to marry?"

"Capek yes, but if you're upset it doesn't seem. It is Galang's duty to take care of Ara. But …."

"Sometimes, that human is at its lowest point. And what you're going through might be like that. It's okay to complain, or feel tired because you're an ordinary human being. It is normal to complain. But back to reality like this."

"Remember, you married a child born to a family like Mr. Arfan, and you yourself know how things are going. He who was so close and pampered by his parents since childhood and suddenly lived with you. Plus, Ara had an injury that automatically hampered everything she could. And you married her when she was not recovering and needed treatment. I can imagine how heavy it is."

"All those responsibilities and obligations are suddenly handed over to you. The responsibility to care for him, the obligation to take care of him, and all the needs that his parents used to bear. That must be heavy. But it should be. Maybe if things were reversed, and you were experiencing this, Ara would do the same."

Galang.

"Just remember that. Everything he does, everything he experiences and his life is your responsibility, no exception. Sick, healthy, difficult and happy you have to work. Fatty is natural, but don't be a burden. Because everything will feel heavy if you consider it a burden. Look upon everything you do as a form of responsibility for your wife, and your children. Who else would ruin their happiness besides you?"

"Galun knows Mom."

"It's good that you know. That means you'll understand what you're going to do."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Never get tired of being patient, aren't you trying to heal him? Later if he is healed and can do everything himself, it certainly will not need your help. And you'll be free to do anything."

"Kok mom said that?"

"Yes, you seem to feel burdened. Though know the situation Ara from the beginning. Do you also accompany him when he is worse than this? And you're fine."

"Galang is just tired, ma'am."

"Yes, but don't let that tiredness make you feel burdened."

"Not really."

"May not."

Galang nodded his head.

"Keep what about the recipe? What can you do to help?" Mayang shifted the subject.

"Nothing. Everything is done and Mr. Arfan handled."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, safe. Mom and Dad just come to Jakarta, later Galang send people to pick up."

"Please Om Angga?"

"It's okay, it's normal. Especially now that he's opening a car rental. We're easy if we want nothing, the car a lot, assortment again."

"Masa? Om Angga have a rental? How do I not know?"

"hey are. Just a month."

"Aki-aki creative also when it comes to business? I already have a workshop, right?"

"Yes good, increase income let the money continue to grow."

"Well dad? How to make a table?" They looked back out of their house.

"That's my only ability. Nothing, let there be activities after retirement. From the ride to the tile, danger."

Galang laughing. 

"Barang Ma'am. If something breaks, tell people. Why would Galang send money every month if you just forced me to do it yourself?"

"You don't seem to know Dad?"

"It's hard, Mom, if it's a habit?"

"so. Yesterday I asked my mother for money to buy materials. Said she wanted to make a baby box after she found out Ara was pregnant."

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mother love?"

"Let's love, for this granddaughter. Let's just say, dad's activities are added, right?"

"Yes, right."

***

"Arkhan protest." Galang laughed after putting his phone on the bedside table.

"Why? Because we're nginep?" 

"Yes." Yeah."

"Definitely because you can't go to SUNMORI tomorrow?"

"It can be."

"Lagian Kak nurutin only his will. Is that what it is?"

"Just ride the bike."

"But it's a habit. If so, he will continue."

"Maybe. Exclaims."

"What?"

"Make the motor."

"Come, pegel. Especially if it's long distance?"

Galang laughing.

"You don't know the hell?"

"Yes emang. Hasn't he ever? Where have we been in a courtship? The most around Bandung. Farthest to Pangalengan?"

"Yes too."

"Well, I'm not gini? I'll be able to come if you want a motor."

"When it heals, we'll go."

"old. I'm hunting kali's body?"

"It's okay, just after giving birth."

"Kids?"

"There's nanny. Or we'll take his grandpa."

"We're dating again?"

"That's how it is." They were already lying down, and Galang's hand as usual had slipped behind Amara's clothes. 

Immediately grasping the spongy circle without any other barrier was comfortably. And he attached their bodies so that there was no distance left.

"Hhh wait." Amara held her husband's hand that had moved not because it touched her body.

"What's? There's not gonna be anything as disturbing here as at your father's house." The man who was preparing to take off his clothes.

"Then ... When Brother went out with Sister Clarra never go-away anyway?" Suddenly Amara asked.

"Huh? Why are you asking about that?"

"Just want to know."

"Mh …." Error remembering.

"Not really?"

"Why are you asking? It's been a long time."

"Just want to know." replied Amara.

Galang.

"Early? Where to?"

"Don't talk about it, it has nothing to do with it. We're married, and Clarra's already with someone else?"

"Ish, you say you just want to know?"

"Oh, we'll just go to sleep."

"So, evade? Is there anything special?"

"No Neng."

"Why don't you want a story?"

"It doesn't matter."

"That means nothing special?"

"Nothing is."

"That means can you tell me dong?"

"Geez!!" Galang released his hand from Amara's body.

"Can, there's got to be?"

"No matter, we'll fight?"

"No will. Did you break up?"

"Ck!" Galang clucked in annoyance.

"Aye huh?"

The man scratched his non-itchy head.

"It exists, but it's not important. It happened before we got in touch." Finally open the sound.

"Oh yeah? So before that?" Amara curious.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where?"

Galang. 

"Where is it? I'm curious."

"Will I tell you, you're craving again?"

"No, not."

"Really?"

"Yes, just want to know the doang."

"Seriously?"

Amara nodded with a smile.

"okay."

"So, where to?"

"Ke Bromo" said the man as he looked at his face.

The smile on Amara's lips disappeared instantly.

"Isn't it?" Galang prepared for the worst possibility in case the woman would get angry.

And sure enough, Amara immediately pushed him away.

"Why go to Bromo? We used to have plans to go there?" 

"We broke up at the time?"

"Not want to know! The evil brother even took Ka Clarra there! I'm going there too!" Amara slowly turned around.

"Well, shall we go there?" Galang approached while touching his shoulder.

"No way, it's the same first Brother Clarra!" Amara started sobbing.

"Lho?"

"Bad brother! Huwaaaaaa …."

"Geez!" He rubbed his face violently.

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