NIP FIGHTER

CHAPTER 85: POISONING

Nandang, Naila, Pak Bagus and Bu Tatik are still at the dining table. Not finished with their breakfast. However, it is getting late in the chatter around the contents of the angpau and the person who gave it.

“Yes geez. Sosongko is my friend. He is the Head of the Archive and Library Service in Bandung.” Said Pa Bagus slowly but was able to make Nandang choke with the contents of the information.

Naila hurriedly gave a glass of water to Nandang, patting a small shoulder behind Nandang so that Nandang immediately felt fine.

“Head of Archives and Library Service …? Didn't Brother Nan say his foster father was a tire patcher?” Naila asked with an emphasis-filled tone of voice. Nandang lied to him all along. About his foster father's profession.

“Ha .. ha .. ha. Mr. Sosongko is indeed a famous low profile official. He said being a repairman was a noble task. And he once hung his life from the profession, in his youth. So, even though it is almost entering full-time duty. He never stopped working as a tire cleaner. The workshop is now only in the field of tire patches, not with other services.” Obviously Mr. Good who turned out to know more than Nandang.

“Kok, Mr tau ..?” ask Nandang wonder.

“Dad Nan, just call dad. Just like Naila. You are already the daughter-in-law of this family. No need to call by the name of Father, as if there is a distance in this house.” Mr. Good reminded Nandang.

“I .. Yes father.”

“How dad does not know about Sosongko, even in the classroom and other activities we often together. Yesterday he called my father and offered his apology. Can't come to your reception. Because he was doing umrah worship with his family.”

“Oh .. fast Nan to the workshop three times. But I didn't see you.” Nandang recalled his struggle in terms of delivering the invitation last week.

“Why on the way to the workshop. Should have just gone home. But, through the office, I have also conveyed sih.” Mr. Good explained.

“Nan only know his workshop. We always meet there.” Said Nandang as it is.

“With adoptive father, do not know the origin.” Kekeh Mr. Nice feel funny.

“Ya .. because it is in the workshop that we always meet.”

“Never anywhere else ..?”

“Early, once. On the terrace of the house not far from the big mosque.”

“Tamim Road area ..?” ask Mr. Good to Nandang.

“Taste yes.”

“That's his residence.” Kekeh Pak Bagus more and more feel funny to see the confused face of Nandang.

“Hah .. he said at the time. He was guarding the house. That's why we only chat on the terrace.” Nandang still remembered.

“Yes is. Custody of Allah.” Chirps bu Tatik who also listened.

Be Nandang just scratching his scalp that does not itch. With a slightly pinched heart, only realized during this time he confided with a Head of Service who was even a friend of his father-in-law.

Naila and Nandang only had a week's stay at the residence of Pak Bagus. Furthermore, both Naila and Nandang say goodbye to living in Nandang's house. Given the condition of the mother who needs their attention more than Naila's parents who are still healthy and fit at an age that is also not young anymore.

Naila has got a place to teach, although not as a teacher Negri. But still the work must be done in earnest. Helping Nandang in terms of organizing the laundry financial administration is also part of Naila's current duties.

The day of Nandang Graduation arrived, the Master of Law degree he had really achieved. The certificate passed the exam from the Organization of Advocates was also Nandang cantongi. There is still 1 year for Nandang internship in Advocate's office. After that, maybe he was forced to pawn SK Pension Widow owned by mother. For capital initially make your own office.

Nandang no longer thinks about having NIP. He was at peace with his heart not to force his will. Having a wife as patient as Naila really makes it not as hard as before in terms of achieving ideals. Focusing on the life that is now running is something that should be lived with gratitude. However, that does not mean he stopped to take tests that are always held by the state online.

“You why Yank ...?” asked Nandang who immediately looked for the source of the sound of people vomiting in the kitchen.

Naila just shook her head. Unable to answer because the nausea is getting worse.

“Astomach pain ..?” Nandang was still curious.

Naila simply nodded and still with her head bowed facing the sink in front of her. Nandang patted his wife's back shoulder. I want to help but I don't know what he can help.

“Drink warm water yes, Darling.” Bargain on Naila.

“Add ginger powder near sugar yes, Kak.” Pinta Naila who sometimes still calls Nandang as Sister.

“OK .. briefly.” Nandang immediately went to get a glass. Pouring hot water and brewing ginger powder according to the request of the wife. Still with a state of the heart that is marked by excessive anxiety.

For more than 15 minutes, Naila was able to relieve her nausea that morning. Then slowly inched to sit on the dining chair not far from his position earlier.

“This is his ginger drink.” Nandang offered a glass of ginger water to his wife. And not far from where Naila was sitting.

Sipped the drink to the toilet without pause. Making Nandang confused, whether his wife is hungry or is really dogged by his ginger drink.

“Udah envy ..?” nandang asked after Naila cleaned the rest of the wet on her lips.

“Heemm ..”

“Kok Only heem. Her stomach still hurts, Yank ..?”

“Udah less nausea stomach. But now Nai's head is a bit dizzy, Yank.” Answer lethargic.

“Today there is a class ..?” ask Nandang who never memorized Naila's teaching schedule.

“There, but at 10 later.” Naila answered, leaning her back on the chair she was sitting on.

“By permission ga, you are sick nih.” Worried about Naila's condition.

“Ehh. I'll feel it first. If it can go away the pain. I'll just keep going down.” He answered while closing his eyes.

“Emang sick can say by yourself? We went to the doctor this morning. Rest home. Let's get healthy fast.” Elus Nandang on Naila's hair that was tangled because of nausea vomit earlier.

“Ga go to the doctor. I ain't papa kok.”

“Ga papa how, lemes so. Sweetheart must have caught wind, soy sauce maybe.” Guess Nandang on Naila's condition.

“No Yank, I didn't catch a cold. Just poisoning.”

“Hah .. poisoning you said ga papa?”

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