Mystery of Love

Rawon

"Kaleh kulo mawon wak Mat" said cak Jidin while lifting my waist and legs while my father raised my head and back.

Cak jidin is not my mahrom but he's carrying me. I grimaced in my heart, feeling bad about what was going on. I'd love to get up and walk alone but I'm helpless....

They then put my body on the bed in my father's house slowly and then they came out to leave me alone in the room.

The atmosphere still feels boisterous at the house of mr. dhe. It seems they are talking about the chronology of my illness. I vaguely heard it but soon I fell asleep and remembered nothing.

Whether it was a dream or real I felt Cak Jidin standing at the door and looking at me for a while then going into the room and crouching while continuing to look at me wordlessly.

Soon enough, I entered the room that I was occupying like monitoring cak Jidin, maybe you were worried something happened to us.

Cak jidin stood up and left. I could see his face, looking sad and a little chaotic.

Maybe after a long time inaudible news about me then I suddenly came home in a state that was quite severe made him look shocked because it seems like he still harbors feelings for me.

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Maybe around 8pm I woke up again because there was another furore. I'm sure it's your voice, she must be worried about me.

With his fiery voice he forced his will to take me home.

Even mak Jah has called a rickshawman to take me home.

Although my uwak, my father and my mother have also tried to convince him to take me home tomorrow morning to be a bit light but mak Jah still in his decision. No one can prevent his desire mak Jah who has been final and can not be challenged.

I am grateful to be treated at home. Even though Mak Jah is very fussy but he loves me very much.

I only drink the tea that Mak Jah made. With the help of a straw I drank while lying down. I really don't have the strength to support my own body.

Moreover, there is no food that goes into the stomach because when I eat just a little bit my cough comes arbitrarily. It made me vomit and have a lot of pain in my throat. Until I was completely lascivious when I saw the food. I just wanted to sleep at that time.

The next day I was taken by Mak jah to Doctor Maslikhan. I heard his name when my Biology teacher at Junior High told me about his family. It turns out that Mr. Maslikhan is the brother of my teacher Mr. Masduki. It should be very similar to Mr. Duki. His fat, voice, nose and chin were very similar to a twin brother.

"It's a symptom of pneumonia. How long has this been coughing?"

"Three weeks doc.

"Why not get checked?"

Me and Mak Jah were silent, hearing the tone of the voice of the angry doctor made our guts growl to answer it. I dare not avoid it because I was wrong.

We went home with a plastic bag filled with medicine.

Arriving at Mak Jah's house then bribed me with the legendary rawon that was in my village, rawon wak ni which we could only enjoy when there were sick members of our family.

It feels like it's second to none. The taste of rawonnya sauce, sambal goreng, tempe friednya, sambalnya ..... It felt on the tongue of anyone who had ever felt it. Unparalleled.

As soon as the smell reached my nose I could not refuse not to eat. Mood booster.