Rania script
It was like seeing my mom..
Ilham got down from the car, only five steps he walked, his daughter was already running towards him.
" Eh. dangerous, let papa who goes inside pick up adek.." Ilham was worried because Ami arrived to run, fortunately the streets were quiet.
" Ami's not alone, it's a teacher's mom watching.." Ami pointed at the teacher's mother who was standing in front of the school fence.
" Hemm.but still it's dangerous, papa doesn't want Ami like that anymore.."
" ready, sir Ilham!" ami replied with respect, just contact it makes Ilham laugh amusedly.
" Huss..who taught you that.. ?" Inspiration pinched the tip of Ami's nose,
" Let's go home, because papa has to go back to work.. " Ilham and Ami walked towards the car.
" Pope.."
" what's wrong, dear.."
" Ami was like seeing my mom.. "
Inspiration fell silent,
" so sorry.so kangennya to daydream to see his mother.." lamented Ilham in heart.
" Ami misunderstood maybe.mama is outside service." replied Ilham while smiling at his son, Ilham,
" it's mama.." Amin insisted, insisting,
" emhh.. " Ilham tried to shift the subject.
" Yes yes..?!" amin replied, excited.
" Lho?? ami's mother..?" greet the teacher Ami who has been standing in front of the fence since,
he felt a little uncomfortable with a woman who had been watching from behind the car.
But after the teacher approached to check it turned out that the woman was Ami's mother.
" Aminya has been picked up by her father." tell the teacher's mother,
" yes ma'am." replied Wulan to comment on a clumsy smile, he was caught..
" then I resign first." said Wulan,
" oh. yes ma. please,"
Wulan hurriedly got into his car, and,
He breathed heavily while leaning his head.
" What should I do." murmured Wulan in a confused and confused mood.
Rania was sleeping so fast that she did not realize that Aksara had come home.
" Hemm.. is exactly a baby.." murmured Aksara saw Rania sleeping in the revealing position of the shirt, so that his stomach that had not been seen contained was visible to the eyes of the Scriptures.
" Sadly, Dad.." Aksara stroked the elus of Rania's stomach that had not yet been seen bloated,
" please son, don't make your mother vomit again if you smell your body..
dad is hard..
I'm gonna keep taking baths..
your mother also became more frequent nagging, is this your test on dad? do not be too frontal nak klo test the father." said Aksara confide in his son who is still in the stomach while stroking Rania's stomach.
Very anxious, after washing his feet and changing his clothes he caught up with Rania on the bed, curled up beside his wife's body while holding Rania's stomach.
Mumpung not yet awake Aksara thought, if you wake up do not expect to go home from work like this can be directly adjacent even hugging this kind.
Aksara enters while carrying a package,
he sat next to his wife watching TV.
" Who is Mas?" rania asked while chewing on tempe chips.
" What message, what message?" ask Aksara, please,
" no. no" answered Rania
" Dimas." muttered Aksara reading the sender, the,
" ownalah, last week he sent tempe chips with fruit chips, fruit chips,
try now what's he sending?" Rania enthusiastic.
Aksara opened the cardboard slowly, slowly,
rania's eyes sparkled as Aksara began to emit one by one the contents inside.
" Who...??!" rania's voice was happy,
there are some batik negligee and bakpao telo, also processed telo unggu such as stick telo and others.
" Whoa.. cecunguk this.." murmured Aksara put all the goods delivered Dimas on the table.
" Why even talk about clutter..thank you dong same Dimas mas..?" Rania flipped back the Dimas shipment negligee.
" Ease.."
" why end?"
" i'm jealous.." Aka manyun, manyun,
" crazy? why jealousy?" Rania's astonished,
" He only remembers you, not me. Look, where is it for me?base cake.. "
Rania laughed a little at that, though,
" Will you? nih.. "
" hh.. when I was told to wear a negligee?!"
" the end of childlike.. Dimas will send food, that means for Mas as well.."
Rania took some bakpaos,
Aksara opened one of the bakpaos and ate it.
" So miss the house." she said slowly while enjoying what was in her mouth.
" sama...when do we go home..?"
" all 3 months only. aunt Irma ngomel ngomel later if not salvation, ten more days right? eh... 3 months what is 4 months anyway baby??"
" 3 4th street usually Mas. but do not know anymore, later I will call aunt Irma. " replied Rania, answer,
" wish there was good news.. "
" what's it about?"
" moved in.."
the two looked at each other and smiled,
" amin. let it be close if you look at the Father. "said Rania,
" yes, I also want our children raised in the house of the Father. "reply, Aksara,
" living in a small town surrounded by hills..
I really miss our hometown, we will raise it well, right Mas..?"
" of course. I wish we were always the same, be it me. you are. ten or twenty years away." said Aksara holding his wife's hand,
" i don't know how we're going ahead of him,
but I hope prayer and hope our good hope is heard by the creator. "Aksara continued to stare at Rania.
Wulan walked quietly towards the airport parking lot. He carried nothing but a small sling bag and the clothes he was wearing, namely jeans and hoodie in black as well as slip on shoes in the same color.
He pinched his short hair while exploring the airport parking lot.
" What is the intention of picking people up?!" the Wulan protest knocked on the black windshield.
" Sleeping Mbak. "a man about 22 years old opens the car door.
" It's still daytime like this. Didn't you sleep last night?" nagel Wulan immediately got in the car.
" My job is a lot. I sleep in the middle of the night continues. "the man replied wiping his face that was still sleepy with a wet tissue.
" Why go home alone? Where is Ami the same?" asked the man in wonder,
" just don't ask too many questions, hurry up.." said Wulan.
" What's up?" ask the man who has eyes and nose lines similar to Wulan's while driving with a heart.
" Mom?!" call the young man louder, for he finds his brother daydreaming.
" We go straight to the grave of my mother and son." said Wulan after waking up from his daydream.
" Not go home yet? Papa's waiting.. "
" no. to the tomb first, my goal is to go home Want to visit brother Ami and mama." replied Wulan.
Hearing that his sister could only sigh,
" mbak already ate? we'll eat first, it's noon.."
" to the tomb first, after we eat.."
" okay." replied Wulan's sister, accelerating the speed of her car.
Arriving at the tomb Wulan sowed flowers and sent prayers to the deceased mother and her first child.
" I'm sorry Wulan ya ma. "he said softly while covering his face with his palm.
It was as if there was a heavy burden of feeling, yet he endured it.
He also wanted to cry, but no tears would come out of the corner of his eyes.
His heart was like death, he could even just stare blankly at his son's grave.
" Haaahh." he breathed heavily because he felt his chest start to tight.
" Already.they are calm mbak, do not add to your own burden by lamenting it.." Fahim's voice was calm, mbak, do not add to your own burden by lamenting, he advised his brother who was not stopping to behave like that even though the death of his mother and nephew had long happened.
Fahim was always worried, because after visiting Wulan's tomb always acting strange, he would lock himself up without caring about others.
Even Fahim had heard the sound of Wulan damaging items in the room that he closed tightly.
Papa never allowed anyone to appease his brother, including Ilham whose notes are good is her husband and actually entitled to know all the pressure his wife was experiencing.
Ilham was too afraid of his in-laws, so no matter how hysterical Wulan was, papa let Wulan handle it himself until he calmed down again.
What was even more frightening was that he was acting ordinary and calm again after damaging things and shouting.
" Wis mbak. let's start.." Fahim touched his brother's shoulder.
He knew rightly, that his brother was harboring a lot of pressure, Fahim never blamed..
because Fahim knows, not everyone is able to accept reality easily,
not everyone whose body was mentally strong was also strong, either,
Maybe that was the only thing Wulan could do and calm her down.
Fahim clearly loves this one brother.
If it wasn't for Wulan taking over everything after his dad retired and got sick, maybe Fahim wouldn't have been able to feel college,
and it was Wulan who saved Fahim from his father's compulsion to be the same person as Wulan,
a man in uniform and dashing.
Wulan supports whatever Fahim wants, even when he says he wants to enter the Engineering department.
Wulan is happy that Fahim has a choice for himself and his future.
" Sir..??" calling Fahim again made the seated Wulan start to stand up slowly.
