Red Noctah
The Part 25
"It's really you baby, Daddy misses," he said merrily, the man smirking the boy's cheeks in a row. Razik who felt foreign, even afraid to see Bhishma who could not control himself. The boy cried in fear and rushed towards Bila.
"Honey, don't be afraid .. 'there will be a Mother." When he calmed his son. While Bhishma himself is still silent restless, sick, and disappointed for sure. The child he so longed for, did not even know the figure of himself. Only tears represented his sadness at this moment.
"Let's sit down." Bu Rima's voice invited his guests. The two of them, Ustadz Zaki and Nadia had a warm conversation with the Bila family.
"Cup cup cup .. baby, don't cry on, this is in the house of oma, Razik's a smart kid." When still trying to calm his son who does not want to interact with Bhishma.
"I know you miss Razik, but please don't be forced, he's not used to it yet" he lamented tired of highlighting Bisma, who is tailing his wife and son.
"I just want to be close, Bil. Please tell Razik, if I'm his father, you never introduced me in the slightest through pictures of me" he said, half frustrated. When she glanced fiercely at her husband. The woman mendes@h is tired.
"Mbak Lastri, please prepare your room, Razik seems to need a rest" he asked with his son in his arms. Razik was slightly sleepy after crying. When that little spontaneous hassles invite attention around.
"When, let me help you," exclaimed Ustadz Zaki immediately stopped the steps of Bhishma who was preparing to help. If you realize the situation is not conducive, you immediately reject both.
"Thank you, Ustadz. I am strong, safe. Please drink the tea, I'll just take a moment to put Razik to bed," she said to the room.
"Lho, Miss Lastri? Who's this room?" tanya If a little confused, once inside found a lot of stuff there.
"Den Bisma, Non. Although Non When there is none, Den Bisma often stay here," explained Lastri straightforwardly.
"Ish ... you how the hell, tell readyin room too, others dong," his grunts a little annoyed. However, because it has been achy carrying from the lower floor to his room first, as a result even though annoyed when putting Razik there.
Bhishma can only be silent listening to all the babbling. A little annoyed, but still awkward to reprimand him after a long time just met. The woman left the room, and let Razik sleep there. Bisma was silent staring at the two alternately.
"When, we need to talk" said Bisma.
"Hmm, later on, I'm not happy to leave my guest," she said, leaving Bhishma in the room with Razik who was asleep.
"Have you slept, Bil?"
"Already, Bun, just now, Razik is a little unwell, maybe he's a soybean too," replied Bila while taking a seat between them.
"Sir, who was that? razik's dad?" ask Nadia kepo. Nabila smiled while nodding.
"Yes, Dek Nadia, it's Razik's father, her husband Bila," explained Bu Rima quite clearly.
"Yes, did you mean yes, ma'am?" ask Nadia again. Miss Rima smiled.
"Alhamdulillah .. No, Dek, Razik's father and Mother's son-in-law. Uh ... let's drink it, taste the cake." Bu Rima glanced at her daughter full of question marks. While only able to be silent and down.
"I'm sorry, Mom, since it was Maghrib time, we decided to go home first" said Ustadz Zaki.
"Sholat here aja Ustadz, all dinner first, as a sign of gratitude for bringing Bila and my grandchildren here," pinta Father suddenly.
Feeling bad to refuse, Ustadz Zaki finally agreed. Mr. Rama and Ustadz Zaki headed to the nearest mosque, while Bhishma only followed a few minutes after they left first.
"Bak Bila, tomorrow-tomorrow, Nadia can play here' right if the miss is Razik," he said while helping prepare the dishes.
"By dong, Nad. Just play, I'm at home, 'I'm home-based."
"Bak If it's cool, I just want to read the work of the second sister series loh," he praised giving a thumbs up. When only smiling chimed in.
In addition to busy taking care of the child and studying in the cottage, apparently the woman was also busy pouring sentence characters into the beautiful story. When the fates are extraordinary, make all his stories in the book. In the corner even itself, when pouring into the stories. Two novels are quite famous and have been released in print, but no one knows the author turned out to be a hard and desperate Nabila Maharani.
"Still learning, Nad," he replied with his hands busy scanning the side dishes.
"Mbak Lastri, please call Mommy, looks like Mommy saw Razik in the room."
"Ready, Non." Lastri rushed immediately to her master's room.
"Oh, it's called Non When."
"Yes, Mother. You please take care of Razik for a moment yes, afraid he will wake up confused no one."
"Ready, Buk."
One family already occupied the dining room. They sit in rows according to the available seats. The sound of spoons and forks clashing with plates seemed to enliven their dinner. The warm and happy atmosphere is so clearly drawn on the faces of Bu Rima and Mr. Rama, tonight like a dream they can gather again after a long time only become endless wishful thinking.
However, of course, it is different from the feeling When the gray, many times the woman forced to smile even though her heart was reluctant. The same thing Bisma felt, too focused with her thoughts, the man just rummaged his rice occasionally bribing without taste.
After a successful dinner made Bila Silence, Ustadz Zaki and Nadia resigned. They say hello to Razik, who did not appear at the dinner, may still be asleep.
"Thank you Ustadz, once again sorry to be troublesome," said Mr. Rama and Bu Rima. Kala escorted them home to the front porch. When you look smiling with a nod. Chipik-cipiki with Nadia, and say hello to someone who has delivered it.
"Pamit first, Ma'am, sir, if, if there's anything, please don't hesitate to call me, I'll miss Razik, '" she said with a calm smile. When only smiling chimed in with a nod.
While Bisma himself, still do not understand behind the care of the owner of the pesantren to bother to take his wife and child. Of course it made the twenty-seven-year-old man jealous.
When I was just about to step before finally Dad's voice called out. The woman turned around and looked at him with question marks.
"Yes, Dad, why?"
"It seems you need to have a great conversation with your husband, If, pity him, miss Razik very much, every chance, I see, Bhishma always cries in her bow. Please, son, be gentle a little, let her sleep with you tonight and Razik, don't drive her out of the room." Apparently Mr. Rama was quite observant, caught Lastri who was about to tidy up the guest room.
If not chimed in, the woman simply fell silent and left the room.
"When you go to the room first Bun, Mommy rest," he said.
Stiff, confused, feeling strange when suddenly in the room there was a man. Even though her status as her husband all felt so confusing.
