
\=\=\= Happy Mambaca \=\=\=
Without feeling 9 days already Mama Nayla treated in the ICU room and Nayla also seems to have been able to accept the reality.
But he was so confused every night he must have seen a little boy standing next to his mother's bed.
"Night sister"sapa Nayla was friendly to the two sisters on duty.
"night Nay, new nyampe" answered one of the sisters who already knew Nayla
"iya sus, it's stuck on the tracks" answered Nayla as she approached her mother and kissed the hand of the mother who happened to be awake.
"Where is Mama's news, it's better" said Nayla softly to her Mom
"Ma-ma, it's healthy to be Nay"
"you just got there" and Nayla just smiled
"Eat there Nay was Mama already masakin soto ayam, take the sisters all" said Mama digelantur
"how want to cook anyway mah, just wake up can not" inner Nayla sad but as hard as she tried so that her mother did not see her sadness.
Nayla looked at the sisters and nodded her head, saying Nayla had to say no matter what Mama said.
Again, Nayla's eyes saw the figure of a small child standing beside her mother's bed
"you who?why stay here" asked Nayla on that little figure
Instead of answering the little boy just smiled at Nayla.
The two sisters looked in wonder at Nayla
It was as if he knew what was in the minds of the two sisters
"it's okay sus, he's not evil anyway" Nayla said as she stood up and wanted to get out because her mother was sleeping.
In the treatment room Nayla sat on the sofa while daydreaming.
Papa Nayla has not arrived because the road is very jammed.
Nayla rested her body on the back of the sofa.
His rest was interrupted when his eyes saw the mini refrigerator door located not far from where he was sitting open by himself.
He tried to hold back his fear, he also read the holy verses of the Quran he memorized.
The refrigerator door was like being played with, opening shortly then closing again until several times.
Because it was not strong at last Naylapun immediately came out of the room and sat in front of the room that indeed had a bench.
"Papa cepetan nyampe dong, Nay afraid" said Nayla slowly while squeezing her hand
"Only Nak?"greet a middle-aged woman who Nayla knows the occupants of the next room.
"yes ma'am" answered Nayla a little happy she finally had a friend
"Assalammualaikum" Papa's greeting
"wa'alaikum salam" they answered simultaneously
"have you eaten Nay?"
"not yet pah,Nay still full"
"you don't eat Nay, your body is getting smaller and smaller" Papa said
"yes, later Nay ate" finally Naylapun gave up and he took the package that his father brought.
"want you, kid?"ask me, it's friendly
Nayla smiled a little happily and nodded.
Papa Nayla breathed a sigh of relief and Nayla wanted to eat too.
Accompanied by Mother Netty, Nayla devoured her rice field even though it was not finished.
"you can think of your mother as rich, your mother as a child, and even a seneng so rich as to have a daughter" said Mother Netty softly
Nayla stopped her chewing when she heard Mother Netty's words, she was moved until she unconsciously hugged Mother Netty tightly.
He misses being held by his mother
He misses hearing his mother's tirade
He misses the sound of his mother's cry
without realizing it, her tears just flowed.
"Last noon your sister came here and told me the same story Mom, she said you were spoiled by Mama ya"
Nayla confirms Mother Netty's words
"you can think of your rich Mom, if you're lazy to eat Mom wants to nyuapin you" Mother Netty said making Nayla's tears flow more rapidly.
He was happy that the person he had just known for a few days turned out to love him too.
While Papa, watching the two from near the door, cries, he doesn't know what Nayla is going to do if she has to face the worst of what the doctor said and many people say "if the blood vessels in the brain rupture, there is rarely a survivor" the words always ring in the ear of Papa Nayla
He went into the room and wiped his tears and wailed,
He didn't want Nayla to see him cry
At this time he can only pray to God that his wife be given the best.
Hii Reader Sorry I up a little, but let's just a little tetep dong give her thumb sign for me as an encouragement ok
greetings maniss
The Amellajj/Author