PELLET THE MIDWIFE

Chapters 2. Chat

Until Fadli finished giving the word of welcome, my heart continued to rumble. You can have a heart attack if you keep doing this. Moreover, Fadli often stole a look at me. Not that I was too confident, Anita also gave a code that the man who was now standing in front of us, kept glancing at me.

"First, Pus." The man said before getting off the stage. "L-yes," I stammered in shock. Turns out Fadli still hasn't changed he's still as well-mannered as he used to be, and I'm melting on him.

"He still remembers you, Pus." Anita seems envious. "Of course, who can forget the beauty of Puspa Maharani?"

"A snob!" his reply. We also giggled on stage.

It's time we got to act. Anita came first. The music and the softness of our voices make the temperature this afternoon not felt.

I let out my mainstay shake, making the citizens tempted and swayed. It feels good to comfort them.

Every now and then I glanced at Fadli who was sitting among the citizens. The young man smiled as he looked at me. Like a dipper, I'm sure my love doesn't clap one hand.

"Sup ...!" That shout distracts me. "Your boyfriend is coming, Pus," Anita scoffed amid our singing. "Edan, ra Sudi I'm dating the same model bitch kayak kayak that!"

Tejo kept calling out to me, making my pride fall to the bottom of the earth. "I'm with you, Puspa ..." Shouts again. I want to stuff his mouth with a tissue. Why the hell, Tejo has to be present? why isn't she just sick like Mala? Unknowingly I have prayed misfortune for others.

Most residents have gone home after the food provided by the host. We, the organ group, the last because it has to be later because it has to clean up and others. Anita and I finished eating and were relieved that our stomachs were filled. I even forgot to eat breakfast because I was too excited.

"How are you, Pus?" A foreign voice rang out in my ear, making me immediately turn towards that voice. Surprised I found Fadli standing right beside me. How could I not have noticed it?

"I-I, fine," I stammered.

"Sit, Mum!" Anita voices. I even forgot to tell him to sit down because he was so nervous.

"I stay tight yes, want to talk to Mas Agung," Anita said goodbye. He's understanding, just know that I want to be alone with Fadli.

"You're singing good, Pus." Fadli opened the conversation. "Not really, Fad. Did you forget to call me cempreng?" Fadli and I are not good friends. When SD to Junior High, we kept fighting and mocking each other.

Fadli's small body was so fat that I often called him Endut, while Fadli often called me a camper. Naturally, I was chatty and spoke loudly.

Who would have thought, now Fadli grew up to be a very handsome young man. His athletic body can hypnotize the eyes of women.

"Yes, you're a crybaby when you talk, until now it's still flat, isn't it?"

Unintentionally, I stared into Fadli's eyes. His gaze was so soothing and I drowned. "Pus?" His voice made me realize. Strengthen your faith Puspa! Don't let this meeting make a bad impression on Fadli. "I'm sorry, I'm less concerned about being near a handsome man" I said without laughter and was greeted by Fadli.

The handsome young man beside me was seen picking up a piece of tissue and a pen. "This save, yes! I have to go, watch out for her!" The man also entered the house. What did he tell me to keep? Did he give you the sawer? I immediately took the folded tissue on the table, and there was Fadli's phone number. Matre, just thinking about money.

I immediately recorded the number on the phone screen. How not to be too lazy if you can treat it like this? The message was so sweet, as sweet as the tea in my glass. Soon I finished the half-living tea.

"Nit .. let's go home!" In a slightly loud voice, I called out to Nita. I knew he had been watching, but pretended not to know.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Lurah and his wife, we immediately went home. It just so happened that Nita was carrying a motorcycle, so I hitchhiked.

"Cieeh .. who got the phone number, "Anita teased me on a motorcycle. "Opo? Focus up! Get in the ditch" I said with a shy smile.

"Lo ma'am, why?" When I got home, I sat on the terrace next to Bulek Entin. "This is to the Entin. I'm not so good to have the bike with me," hearing my mother's words, I became worried. Did they have an accident? Mom is unceasingly massaging the legs that look swollen. "What's up, Bulek?" This time I asked Bulek Entin. 

"So I wasn't focused, Pus. It's been a bike hit by a banana tree,"

"Lis ... kok iso to?"

"La your mother nyerocos ae ... I'm so out of focus" Bulek Ntin tried to defend himself.

"Whoa ... You're not really good at it, Entin!"

If you let it go, it will have no end. "Wes .. Importantly, I'm not papa. Bulek just go home let Puspa take care of Mom," I feel sorry for Bulek Entin who looks shocked because of the incident.

"Yo wes, Bulek's coming home, Pus,"

"Come on, Bulek, watch out!"

Thankfully, there were no serious injuries. They just hit a banana tree not to the point of being toppled over.

"This mother Lo has been given a ride instead of being impressed to eat ae ngomel,"

"It was an accident, Mom. Bulek Ntin must be in pain too, but he's being held."

Until late at night, Mother continued to moan and complain of her slightly swollen legs. Mother is like that, a little pain is not flatulence.

"We go to the puskesmas, ma'am" I said.

"Enhmoh ... Mom will be injected," I'm huffed.

"La keep piye, to?"

Tired because the gig was so felt this afternoon. I want a break to straighten my spine, but I can't because I have to serve Mom's whining.

"Behold, don't buy paracetamol at Bulek Entin's stall" I said as I picked up the motor key.

"Cock, paracetamol? Ibu Lo is not hot, Pus," protested Mother.

"Yo, wes, ma'am. Karo Puspa if you want to heal." said me while immediately leaving for the stall.

Mother is so forcing desire yes, out of whom she goes down that stubborn nature.

"Brand ...!" Call me twice. However, Bulek Entin did not respond.

"Ntin Boulek!" I let out my voice, no matter the neighbors will be disturbed, not yet the night. Thought.

"Opo to, Pus?"

The woman of the same age as the mother came out of the house while holding her foot. The road is also a little bit sloppy. "Bulek, why?"

"Bulek's feet, Pus," he replied.

"Well, what iso to? Not that this afternoon Bulek was okay,"

"Yes, it was not felt, just right up to the house where the swollen legs Bulek."

Hearing Bulek Entin's words I immediately understood the state of Bulek Entin, he felt pain but did not complain because it bore Mother's nagging. Too bad, especially he lives alone because his son went out of town.

"What are you going to buy?" ask Bulek Entin.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot. Want to buy some painkillers for Mom" I replied, taking money out of my pocket.

"Lho, your mother hasn't been well? Try to take it to Mbah Simpen for massage. I was there too."

Mbah Simpen is the most famous masseuse in our village.

"Like do not know this Bulek mother, do not take it to the health center just do not want, let alone massage?" my lament.

After receiving the anti-pain medication, I immediately went home. The plan to send a message to Fadli had to be delayed because of Mom. Fadli was afraid that Fadli was asleep.

After Mom took the medicine I bought, she was finally able to sleep. Thankfully, I also felt uneasy that Mom kept moaning like that.

It's late but I can't sleep. I'm taking the phone in the bag. Find Fadli's contacts there. It's twelve o'clock at night. Is Fadli asleep?

Ting!

Suddenly my phone vibrated by a short message from Fadli. [Not sleeping, Pus?]

Where does Fadli know my cell phone number?

[Not yet, I can't sleep. You haven't slept either?] my reply.

[Not sleepy. Do you think about not being able to sleep?] Reply Fadli.

Reading her messages had made my heart beat even faster. I'm really in love with this young man.