Neighbors Become Households

Want to be the same as Arga?

Eps. 8

The next day, Jihan runs the morning routine as usual, which is she will take the time to water the father's plants to keep growing fulfilled with the minerals needed.

Jihan picked up a padlock that had been filled with enough water. And began to pour on the beautiful flowers that belonged to the father. Jihan hummed a little while emitting a smile as if she was greeting the plant.

There was the sound of a garage door opening from next to the housing that Jihan lived in. Featuring a tall, clean man, and slightly shaggy hair.

He is Arga. A hardworking man yet still a man. A man who can be said to be quite established but still single.

Jihan turned her gaze to look at Arga's mas at a glance. Tenyata mas Arga also turned his gaze to look at Jihan. So accidentally two beads of their eyes staring at each other.

Jihan smiled awkwardly while nodding her head to say hello. Who got a sweet smile from Jihan greeted back. With a nod of the head as well.

Covering the awkwardness that suddenly came, Jihan greeted Arga. "Morning Arga," Jihan smiled.

"Morning is also Nim," replied Arga.

Jihan frowned in wonder, how could she call me by my last name. Arga is very familiar. Inner Jihan.

While on the other hand Arga is struggling with his mind as well. Don't you?what's his name anyway? So far I have heard Aunt Diana (mother of Jihan) often call him Nim Nim. His inner.

"Emm you haven't left for school, Nim?" Tanya Arga drove away the awkwardness that suddenly came again.

Basic mas Arga is strange, if it has departed why am I still here. Inner Jihan.

"Yes not yet mas, still dads flower,"

Jihan immediately poured all the water in the slur.

"Oyya, be careful when your clothes get wet" Arga smiled. Jihan nodded back and joined in with a smile.

Did you hear me wrong, huh? Did Arga warn me? Is he paying attention? His inner.

"Mas Arga is also slowly pushing the motor. Watch out for another vehicle chafing later," Jihan replied a little stale. Again with a smile.

Arga smiled back, "Haha, take it easy, I'm normal. Yes, continue, Nim. I'm taking my bike back."

Jihan nodded and smiled again. Suddenly he wanted to smile to himself.

While Jihan was unaware, if that sweet smile made a small tremor in Arga's heart.

Nim, you are so sweet when you smile again. Inner Arga. After he picked up the bike, and glanced at Jihan before leaving the garage.

Arga does not know the real name of the girl he calls Nim. Despite being neighbors for a long time, Arga is not close to Jihan. Just meet that morning when Jihan was watering flowers while Arga took the motorcycle in the garage.

Arga took away his motorcycle from the garage that was located right next to the housing owned by Jihan. It's just limited by concrete fences.

The distance of Arga's house with Jihan is three houses. Actually two inhabited houses and one house next to the housing that Jihan lived in was specifically for the parking lot of motorcycles or cars belonging to people who live in the complex more precisely a garage. Arga often put his bike there so that every time he wanted to take it he had met with Jihan even though he did not always talk for long.

Between the family of Jihan and Arga already know close as well as one family. Mama Arga often visits Jihan's house to just find friends to chat or share food. Because both Arga's older sisters are married and live in her husband's house while Arga is rarely home because he is busy working. And Arga's bontot sister is also rarely at home. The boy spent most of his time at the Aunt's house near Jihan's school. While the husband was also busy working out of town only twice a month to go home.

So that it makes mama mas Arga feel lonely.

Shortly after the greeting event, Jihan was invited by her best friend to go to school. He is Rani. A unique and rare barbarian girl.

Jihan went inside to get her bag and say goodbye to her mother and father. Rani pressed the horn many times so that the owner of the house came out.

"Darling Rani!" Shouted Jihan annoyed. "Can't you be noisy? Shame on hearing people know!"

"Hehe's sorry, you're long gone Han, let's go late. You're anti-tear."

After saying that Jihan and Rani took a motorcycle to her school. Rani and Jihan often go to school together, the distance between Rani and Jihan's house is quite far but the girl still wants to pick up her best friend to be with her to school.

For the sake of not being late Rani increase the speed of his motorbike at high speed. But still be careful. It is common for Jihan to be made hang by Rani to avoid delays. Different from the way of piggybacking when Jihan was married. Rani looks very careful, doesn't she? Yes, because of fear of being angry with the husband if his wife is up to why.

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The day has passed, and it is still the same every morning Jihan always greeted Arga mas. Or quite the opposite depends on who first is awkward not too visible.

Today is the weekend, it's time for Jihan to hang out with mom and dad. Previously they wanted to hold a picnic to the city park while enjoying the cool air and shady, but again the plan was not implemented because the father suddenly coughing relapse. And make dad jihan should rest so as not to fatigue. As a result of long negotiations. They decided to have a private picnic in the front yard of the house. After all, their home yard is not far from the city park.

Jihan led her father to the garden chair, while her mother was holding a mat to sit there, enjoying the fresh fruit that had been prepared, there are fruit juices as well and some jars of hand-processed snacks Jihan herself.

"Well, a picnic in front of your own house is also no less exciting right, the same picnic in the city park. It's even more air here, right" Jihan said after her father sat cross-legged on a mat.

"Yes Nim, I am more comfortable here while looking at the plant of the father, whom I consider to be my own son," smiled while enjoying the breath of air so cool.

"Nim, don't be jealous of your father having another child" the mother sneered.

Jihan looked resentfully at her mother, "If I had a sister like a plant that doesn't matter Mom, she could compete with me, Obviously prettier me, would ya?" said Jihan. He was sitting cross-legged on the mat next to his father.

Dad nodded with a smile.

While the mother only responded by melengos.

The happy little family enjoyed breakfast in the morning while accompanied by flowers that bloomed beautifully and thrived.

Until a familiar voice in their ears sounded, "Mother Diana, Mr. Ardi," said the middle-aged woman. While stepping foot near the gate of Jihan's house. "Ehhh there is Jihan also apparently morning Jihan," continued Bu Nurul with a warm smile.

So his name is Jihan, but why is he called Nim? Maybe his last name. Whisper Arga's heart. When her mother mentioned the name Jihan.

Jihan and her parents returned a greeting that was none other than her mother mas Arga.

"Come by here, Ms. Nur, have breakfast with yuk" Jihan's mother asked. "Ohh same with Arga. Yukk all of you here" he continued after seeing Arga walking from behind his mother.

Apparently Arga and the mama finished carrying out a healthy routine every weekend, namely jogging around one alley of their housing complex.

Bu Nur is intrigued by her mother Jihan's invitation. He pulls Arga's arm, who wants to leave her to go home first. "Hey! Where are you going mas? let's go with mama we'll stop by for a second."

"Shy ma, mama aja. Arga goes home first."

"Can't, come with mama. Itung itung silaturahmi. Come on for a moment," urged Bu nur to the son while blurting his words.

"Hehe's sorry Miss Diana, Arga is so fond of her son is not shy but," Bu nur defended the son.

"It's okay, ma'am. His name is also the children rarely get together like this, so it is still sad," replied his mother Jihan. "Let's go Arga join here, there's also Jihan loh," he continued.

Now Arga and her mother have entered the yard of Jihan's house and have joined sitting on the same mat. It looks like Jihan is still calm. Greeting with a smile like a normal day.

"The breakfast is exciting outside the house like this, fresh environment. Green clean anyway. Tumben Ma'am na?"

Miss Diana gave me a glass filled with fresh juice. And was accepted by Bu Nur and also Arga. Arga says thank you.

"Yes Bu Nur. It was Jihan's father who was recalcitrant, having a picnic to the city. Even though he is not fit anymore."

"Ohh like that anyway, sir Ardi. I if I have a shady house like this do not need to picnic far. In front of my own house is good."

"That's right, you heard me say, right" said Jehan.

I laughed, "Yes yes. Have a picnic here tomorrow. The Arga family. Can I have Arga?"

Arga, who was named, looked up at Jihan's father "I-iya om. The fresh air courtyard is nice, the garden is also beautiful as beautiful as a manicured one," Arga joked with a smile towards Jihan.

The girl was a little made wrong behavior, how could the Arga mas talk like that make me ashamed, his mind.

"Haha son Arga could have been, if son Arga interested take it," immediately said Mr. Ardi made all the people who were there face to face asking questions.

Understanding if he mispronounced, Mr. Ardi immediately corrected his words. "Ehh means flowers, yes flowers. If Arga's son is interested just take it's okay, hehe," the atmosphere back liquid, everyone laughed.

"Haha this Ardi sir could have been, I think it was Jihannya loh who wanted to be loved to Arga," said Bu Nur.

Actually, if your son wants to take it, I'll give it to him. I am afraid that no one will take care of him after my departure, said Mr. Ardi in his heart. There is a sadness that suddenly struck when remembering the disease.

"Ask Bu Nur the same one who wants to be loved, willing or not, haha," joked Bu Diana.

Damn it today I'm so bullied like this, just stop it. I'm ashamed to be so ashamed. Inner Jihan thrashing.

Jihan tried to act ordinary, bowing her face while enjoying fresh fruit in her bowl, in contrast to Arga who was seen staring at Jihan while smiling.

"If what I want to give you is ready to take, it doesn't matter Om, aunt," replied jokingly also by Arga.

Cih, what the heck I feel like an item that will be given as a gift. Jihan grumbled in her heart.

"Duhh sweet, how would Jihan not be the same as Arga?" Ask Bu Nur.

"Haha, I don't know what you're talking about. Sorry for paying less attention hehe," Jihan only responded with an awkward laugh.

"Duhh is getting sweeter this Jihan. I want to be a ghost. Haha, sorry my mouth is a bit difficult to control, if again happy," said Bu Nur.

"That's okay, ma'am, who knows if his soul mate will continue to get married tomorrow." Said Jihan's mother. What he did not realize was that speech could be prayer and granted.

"Mother!! Tell me what the hell?" Jihan whined as she glared at the mother telling her to be quiet.

Arga was made anxious with the expression of Jihan's face which he thought was so beautiful and wanted to have it.

Mother, make me ashamed, duhh where mas Arga worried constantly again. Can you salto me later. Uh salting means. Jihan slammed while slightly rubbing her forehead to cover her face that could not resist embarrassment.

Mr. Ardi responded with a laugh, there is hope if only hopefully it is true that Jihan can marry Arga. A man who is considered to be his own son. Because of the friendship between himself and Papa Arga that has been established for a very long time.

Making Mr. Ardi can trust Arga is the right partner for the princess, and sure if Arga can take care of him. She was eager to see her only daughter married before she left the princess forever.

"Have .. already... look, Jihan's face to blush so, being blushed huh Jihan?'' bu Nur Goda.

Swept from aunty? I'm hot in the sun. Inner Jihan.

Jihan laughed to shake off the awkwardness, "Haha Auntie could have. No Tan, this is the sun is starting to get hot I'm a bit hot duhh hot..," Jihan fanned her hand.

"Ah the only reason she's Mom" said Jihan's mother.

Arga looked towards Jihan, it was true that there was sunlight that began to infiltrate behind the leaves and make Jihan glare. Arga understood, he now stood up and changed his seat. Turn into sitting in the garden chair opposite Jihan sitting down. So that his body can block Jihan from the reflection of sunlight that dazzles the beautiful face of Jihan.

All were not aware of the little attention Arga gave. Except for Jihan, who began to suspect the reason Arga changed his sitting position is to dispel the sunlight?

Ahh maybe my feelings, there is no way that Arga can be that kind. Maybe his ass is sore sitting down. Inner Jihan.

And they all continued the breakfast together. Interspersed with laughter and warm chatter chatter around everyday problems.

Tell a story about Jihan's daily life at school and at home. About Arga's work, and about everything else.

Until something unexpected happens. Suddenly, Jihan's father started coughing badly again. Until it makes it tight. Suddenly everyone became worried.

Jihan stroked the father's shoulder, "Dad, slow down yeah, take a slow breath." Jihan is starting to worry.

Miss Diana looked very confused as well, "We're taking her to the hospital, Dad. My cough is not normal. I don't want to hear rejection" she said.

"Yes ma'am, we'll just take her to the hospital" Jihan replied.

"I follow ya Bu na, ayoo just ride my car," said Bu Nur.

"No need, I want to stay home. Don't take me anywhere, "pinta pak Ardi.

He did not want if his illness until known to the child and wife.

"Dad! why is it so stubborn too. It's like this better follow through!!." Tell Jihan.

"Yes om right, let's check it, I'm going in between" Arga bargained.

Jihan's father tried to regulate the breath that began to tighten, slowly taking a breath and throwing it away slowly. But the cough did not subside. The more pain felt all over the body makes it not much protest. Plus from his nose came out a drop of fresh blood, adding to everyone's worries.

"Dad can't refuse anymore! If you need your own mother who will drag father to the hospital. Come on Nim, just drag the father if you still argue," then Miss Diana memapah the body of Mr. Ardi assisted Jihan as well.

"We stayed with Aunt, I brought the car here for a while" Arga immediately ran to his house.

"I also went with Ms. Nana.''

Even in the car, Mr. Ardi's cough did not improve. Jihan continued to embrace the vulnerable body, while rubbing the chest of the father so that the cough decreases.

God, is this nearing my end? my body is very sick now. Before you call me, let me see my daughter get married first. Father's prayer in heart.

And the car continued to drive through the city, with Arga driving it.