Not Mauku

Kangen

"Let me doc take care of it." Dimas took over, because it was time to go to work, they rushed out of the place, walked closer to Dimas's motorbike, and they went out in a piggy bank.

After several months without communication, Dimas was finally able to contact Naya.

Tut, tut, tut.., no one raised, Dimas repeated the call, until finally someone said.

"Hello,.!

"Hello too, good afternoon, how are you.? greet Dimas with his gentle tone.

"Sore as well, well, where have you been.? just remember me.? until I just told you.? cellphones are also always inactive, intentionally.?" cerocos Naya from sebrang.

Dimas laughed silently, briefly looked at his phone, then he put it back on his cheek, "Sorry I just had time, I'm in the interior so difficult sump signal, how can your phone.?"

"But.., will you at least tell me for a moment.? groutu Naya is sad

"Well, are you.?" Dimas.

Naya was silent for a moment, staring at the afternoon sunset from the window in her room.

"No" brief.

"Not a little.?" Dimas thin smile.

"What's the matter, how are you.?" Naya switched the conversation.

"I'm now up the hill, looking for a signal, wanting to call the family and you." said Dimas.

"Oh, is that it.?" Naya still looked at the afternoon sunset.

"A few more days I'm going home, and we're definitely going to have more intense communication." with a happy smile.

"I guess I forgot about me.?" head down.

"Dear, I can't forget you, I miss you.!" fashion Dimas mesem.

"Buckle.!" Naya smiled and shook her head.

"Gombal, who said.? really" said Dimas. "Yes, it was a long time ago? later when I go home to Sekadau I call again" added Dimas, want to finish the phone.

Naya actually felt heavy, still wanted to talk to him, but there was no way to hold it. "Yes, be careful, too.?" her door.

"Dear, thank you, I'm worried about you.?" with a flowery heart.

"Who is worried" Elak Naya.

Dimas only smiled at Naya's words, who refused to acknowledge his own feelings. "Yes, it was before.! take care of yourself, take care of your health too." Dimas stopped his phone.

"OK"

Magrib arrived, Naya also performed Magrib prayer after teaching Naya to rise, then as usual weaving the net as her daily work.

for a moment he thought, did he really like Dimas.? he felt lost when Dimas was gone, to the worry always comes when terbesit him with other women. "Are I jealous.?" he muttered while shrugging "Entahlah"

The next day, the family boisterous, because hearing the news of grief, the husband of Naya's sister died, just yesterday the family visited her sick, now comes the news of grief he breathed his last.

Father, mother Naya, with uncle, aunt etc. rent a car to visit Lely's place, only Naya aja at home, because it is not he does not want to go there, however, Sikon is not possible for him.

"Innalilahi.., O Allah I know that age, soul mate and Rejeki are already in its provisions, man can only plan you are also the all-decisive," sighed rudely, saying, it doesn't feel like tears, though,

"You are so very young, but God has made you a young widow child one, may you be strong.! hopefully there will be wisdom behind all this.!" inwardly, rubbing the tears at the corner of his lips.

"And may Allah accept his Islamic faith, forgive all his sins of wrongdoing, perhaps this is best for you My brother.! may he be given to the field in his grave, Aamiin.

One night Dimas threw his body on the mattress, after a fairly long trip, the distance reached all day, by using a motorbike, then drove the doctor Karmila first, so the body felt tired.

While he lay down, then sit up, turn his phone, the goal wants someone's phone, but remember not to pulse, the intention he mengantaukan, when the phone wants to be stored, ringtone rang, but remember, he saw the contact who called, apparently the doctor Karmila who called, then he accepted.

"Yes, what's the matter doc.?" Dimas put the flat object in his ear.

"There's nothing, doc, just wanted to ask, is it home.?" ask Karmila.

"Oh, you've just taken a shower, you've eaten, you've taken a shower.?" Dimas smiled obliquely.

"It's good that when it comes, it's already, now again the stuff is just tired huh.?" reply Karmila.

"Yes very tired, try someone massaging delicious times yes in times tired like this hi.hi..!" exclaimed Dimas to put on his smile.

"Everything has a doc's wife, let someone take care of it at home" said Karmila, mesem-mesem.

"Yes, I'm looking for a time if anyone wants to be with me, want to mijitin, want to bathe me, accompany me to sleep too." Dimas unbuttoned his shirt.

"No need to look, I want to, too" murmured Karmila.

"Make sure many want to be with you, may not not want to be the wife of a doctor Dimas, unless you do not want, hi.hi.hi.hi." said Karmila.

"Maybe,! it was already.? I want to take a shower." said Dimas, wanting to end the call from Karmila.

"Well I'll see you next time.? met night has a beautiful dream." said Karmila.

"Yes see you next time." tut, tut, tut, call disconnected.

Then he moved from his seat stepped into the bathroom, wanted to clean his body so sticky, lapse how many minutes he had been wearing t-shirts and shorts.

Then out of the room, down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Eat first Dim.?" said Mother Hesa who was standing near the dining table, Dimas who lowered his head.

"Yes Mak, haven't slept.?" he sat down on the chair, took a plate and Hesa spooned the rice and vegetables, and Dimas devoured them.

He finished his meal by sipping water, then moved closer to the sink to wash the dishes.

Dimas approached Mamak and his Father who was sitting on the sofa, he sat next to Hesa's mother.

"How's the family doing as long as I don't have Mak.? glancing Mama.

"Mamak dizzy, your sister Sandi wants to get married, how college.?" luh bu Hesa.

"Well, what about Mak, college.?" his eyes shifted to tv.

"What matters is that he wants to be responsible, to his college wife.let it be.!" added Mr. Dimas.

"You're not working, sir,!" glancing husband.

"If he's in charge, he'll definitely look for Mak's job" she added.

"But.., how are you Mas.? you've been stepped on by Maria, is now to be stepped on again with Sandi.?" bu Hesa looked gently at her eldest son.

Dimas lay his shoulders down on the sofa, turning his eyes from the tv to Hesa's mom, "What's wrong Mak, let Sandi get married first,"

"Do you not want to marry Dimas.?" his gaze grew more and more clingy.

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