Neighbors Become Households
Two Months Earlier
Eps. 7
The story begins before Jihan married Mas Arga. About how Mas Arga and Jihan became a couple who started from neighbors now build a household.
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Two months earlier
Praanggg..!! There was the sound of broken glass plates coming from the kitchen. A mother in her thirties approached the source of the voice.
"Good Hanim! What else did you eat mother's plate. It was broken twice yesterday. Not to mention the yesterday-yesterday it continues today. How many dozen total Nim?"
"Yaaa mom sorry I accidentally, she slipped her own plate," Jihan replied.
The performer of breaking the plate is none other than Jihan. The girl was washing dishes in the sink, but accidentally the plate dropped. Jihan does not want to be blamed instead of blaming her own plate.
"Where can the plate slip on its own if not because of you! I don't know what else to do. Dizziness of mother's head, all your plates are gone right, Nim,'' while massaging her forehead slowly.
"Mother, I'll change if I have the money. I'm not on purpose," put on a sad look.
"How many times have you accidentally? I think in the future how fitting tomorrow you marry. Didn't run out all your in-laws' plates you broke."
"Mother!!" Whimpering. "If you don't want the dishes to run out then my husband will be part of the task of washing the dishes."
"Just get married tomorrow, yeah!" reply mother.
"Momuu.." he was annoyed.
Mother shook her head, "Tomorrow if you buy a plastic plate Nim!" Keep mum.
"Any mother, who wants to get married tomorrow! Try anything if I swear I marry you, no word tomorrow. Next year cake, or two more years. So, how do I marry you tomorrow?"
"It's good that if you're married, the mother's loss can be reduced because no one breaks the plate anymore,"
Mother took a broom and scoop the trash to sweep away the glass fragments of the plate.
"Here is marriage. Replace for your mother-in-law Nim's loss," he continued, sweeping a piece of plate glass.
"Nim Nim, this mother. How many times have I told you not to call my last name, "it's frustrating. "I don't like Buu!" Spoiled whining.
"Yes, what else would you call it?"
"Jihan can be ma'am."
"But mother has a habit of calling Hanim from you little boy. Your father was happy to call you that, too. It's already! Don't protest too much. Clean the container immediately on this floor. Mom threw the glass trash back first," point it at the slightly wet floor from the splash of soapy water.
Jihan grumbled a little because her mother always called her Hanim, a last name she did not like but her father liked her.
"Don't continue washing the dishes. Mom still loves the plate. You better do something else, or you can't follow your father there to help with gardening," after saying that mom left Jihan who still messes with me unclear.
Jihanim Miranda, the full name of the eighteen-year-old girl. A child is simply the most beloved puppet by the father. Hanim's name was his father's favorite nickname since Jihan was a child. Taken from Jihan's last name.
Hanim himself has an affectionate meaning. In the hope that Jihan will have a heart full of love and incarnate into a woman who is loving and forgiving, so she gave the call to the princess only wayangnya.
Jihan lives three with her parents in a modest housing estate in a densely populated complex.
The house he lived in, although minimalist but looks comfortable and beautiful because the father who likes to garden by planting small trees and other ornamental plants.
The view of the yard looks fresh green.
Jihan approached the father who was gardening in the front yard of the house. "Well!" Call him to an old man who looks crouching while moving the ground into a flower pot.
Dad waved his hand for Jihan to approach him.
"Why do you pout your father's son? Break the plate again yes," interspersed with mocking laughter.
"Dad," whine Jihan. "You know I'm still asking."
"Haha, next time Nim's heart, it's still good that your son doesn't get his glass. Sweetheart your body if it hurts, son."
"Father is so different from mother, if mother loves to plate instead of me," Jihan's hand moved to help put the soil into the pot.
"Haha, that's not how it is, son. Mom too, baby, just a little prestige to show it." I whispered a little when I said that. Make sure the wife doesn't hear if they're talking about her.
Jihan and her father have been very close since childhood, both of whom often spend time together when they are at home. Joking, eating together, cooking together sometimes also sleep in front of the tv together if watching tv until late at night when there is their favorite soap opera show.
Jihan and dad almost have the same habits and personality. Starting from food, argumentation, to clothing colors have the same taste. Unlike the mother who is slightly different from the father and child.
While being engrossed in a joke while moving the ground to the pot, suddenly Jihan's father coughed loudly. The sound of coughing was even repeated until it was heard by the mother. Mom frantically ran to the yard.
"Uhuuukk uhukk!" Dad kept coughing. Jihan did not stay silent herself rubbed the father's back to calm down.
"Daddy slowly well, take a slow breath well," The worried face strokes from Jihan.
"What's up, huh?" Ask your mother when she makes sure. "Relapse again. Tuh mother has told me not to be tired, just healed already want to garden again."
The mother led the father to sit in the garden chair. While removing the gloves used as a protector of his hands from dirt.
"Already Mom, I'm fine with just a regular cough. Don't worry yet" the father tried to calm his worried wife and child.
"Hanim, get me a drink, yes" the mother ordered. Jihan immediately ran to the kitchen to get a glass of warm water for the father.
a few minutes later Jihan came with water in her hand. Proffering to the father. "In drink slowly well," he said still with a worried face.
I gulped down the water that Jihan gave me. "Thank you son dad. Don't worry, Dad's better."
Jihan can not cover her worries, because since one week lately the father's cough has become more and more so. While the father does not want to be taken further to the doctor and only want to be treated at home while taking the drugs prescribed by the doctor.
"We're going to the hospital, Dad. Like dad's cough didn't heal too from yesterday, I'm worried dad's why."
"Truely said Hanim, Dad. We go to the doctor ayok," continued the mother.
"No no! dad doesn't want to go anywhere. It's just Nim's regular cough, later if it's time to heal it will definitely heal."
"Dad is so stubborn, anyway," jihan upset.
"Just like you are stubborn Nim, if the pain is even worse, do not want to tell us" replied the mother.
Jihan glanced at the mother, it was also true what mother said. Dad and I are the same. His inner.
"Haha already, his name is also father and son. You're better, you don't need to see a doctor," he smiled.
Jihan looked at the father, trying to understand him.
"Daddy if still sick why forced gardening? There is Jihan. Let's take care of the father's plant" Jihan said as she gently massaged the father's shoulder.
"Your father is wayward, I've told you how many times. Well, if being a parent is hard to tell, don't be a parent then." Mother said tightly but clearly there was a worried face on her face. But mother covered it by saying ketus.
"Haha, sorry madam. This dying old man is troubling you, "father said casually.
"Dad! Can't talk like that. What is dying? I'll stay healthy until Jihan has kids. I'm not gonna do anything."
Jihan hugged the father's body. Father also returned Jihan's embrace by stroking her head full of affection.
"Then can you give me your granddaughter as soon as you can, son? Age no one knows, it could be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow father is no longer here with you."
Jihan's father said it with sadness, as if something was hidden and did not want to reveal to anyone.
"Dad talk what the hell! Don't be negative thinking well, I'll still live until we have a great-grandchild" said the mother calmed down as she poured into Jihan's arms.
Be the family embracing lovingly in the garden under the shady tree in front of their house.
Jihan's father is no longer young, will be 60 years old. But the vulnerable body is still he forced to stay physically and spiritually fit. Jihan's father also often does light work to train the muscles so as not to strain at dusk. Jihan's mother was about 38 years old. The age difference is quite far away.
Deciding to retire in his 50s more, making Jihan's father choose to open a small flower shop that sells a variety of ornamental plants that are estimated to have expensive prices in the future. All kinds of unique and rare ornamental plants can be found in the ornamental flower shop owned by Jihan's father.
In recent weeks, Jihan's father began to feel something was wrong with her body. He checked the condition to the doctor. The shocking result he received as if being a stab arrow that plagues Jihan's father's body gets bad news if he suffers from end-stage blood cancer.
Doctors have an argument that Jihan's father's age won't last long. But back to god's destiny. We return everything to the Creator. For now, Jihan's father can only resign and leave everything to God.
However, the father has not told this news to his wife and daughter. Because they do not want to make them worry and choose to hide it. Resist pain every time coughing and can only be relieved with drugs given by a doctor.
For now what Ardi as Jihan's father wants to do is to spend the rest of his life with his wife and favorite daughter. Take the day as usual. For the rest of the life he had.
