Red Noctah
The Part 44
"Said the doctor, can you go home today?" bisma berbinar.
"Alhamdulillah .. wait for Mother first huh?"
"Why? Mommy's not here, take care of Razik at home, he said our son is fussy, let's go home!" exclaim the man with spirit.
"Mm.m ...." When it seems confused.
"What else Bill? Don't want to go home yet, let's wait for me every night?" the man smiled.
"Eh, no, not that," replied When quick.
"Keep, what makes you so heavy as to leave the bed, hoping someone picks up besides me?" guess ngasal.
"Not Bim, my goodness ... it is .. it has already completed the admistration, wait for Mother only."
"Owh ... payment issues? It is safe, thank God there is always sustenance for you," he replied confidently.
"Thank you, I'll change it later" replied When he felt awkward.
"Well, I'm giving alms to Razik's mother, there's nothing you have to change, just replace it with you continuing to allow me near you and Razik, that's more than enough," bisna replied calmly.
"What's so good, people's husband-to-be?" chirp if unexpected. Bhishma chimed in with a smile.
"Let me help, where's your hand?" If you even pay attention to the details of the man's face then smile.
"Why, how about a smile? Which hand are you in?"
"No way Razik's brother, not the muhrim" replied, smiling, as it passed. Bhishma smiled, kept his hands up and kept them in his pants pocket, walking after the woman in the black hijab.
"When, wait a minute," said Bisma suddenly. The man apparently borrowed a wheelchair so that it could be used without having to touch.
"Wear this Bill, safe," said Bisma confidently.
"Byeah, I happen to be a little lemesy" replied If I'm honest.
"No, I feel right, you can't be sick."
"Why? The pain is 'the evildoer, '" replied When it should be.
"Yes, but we are balanced with the effort of healthy living to avoid the pain itself" said Bisma while pushing the chair.
"You wait a minute, I'll get the car, don't daydream, don't go anywhere" he said.
On the way home, they didn't talk much. The bisma focused on driving occasionally glanced at the woman beside her. While if itself also looks silent. The woman was secretly asleep. Until the car they get into the yard of the house, if not also wake up. Bhishma did not have the heart to wake him, would carry fear When angry. As a result, the man waited patiently while busying himself researching his phone.
For a long time the woman was awake, squinting and feeling strange. When he realized he was still in the car.
"Have arrived? I'm sorry I overslept, why didn't I wake up?"
"Pules really, where do I have the heart, pingin carry you but he said not muhrim, how dong, bothered 'can it be?" Bisma smiles responsibly.
Nabila replied with a pretty wide smile, "Thank you, Bim," she said softly.
"Alhamdulillah has arrived home again, kapok yes, do not like to play to the hospital," as long as Mother welcomes her daughter home.
"Alhamdulillah, may you always be healthy Bun, aamiin O Allah ...."
The woman went straight to the room with the help of Mother.
"Dad ....!" razik immediately hugged him.
"Hallo darling, hotshot Daddy who sholeh, widih .. scented really new bath huh?"
"Yes dong, or have a toy balu, this is lo Yah, buyin oma," said Razik immediately melt the atmosphere. She carried her son and brought him into her mother's room.
"Darling, Mother miss." The woman stretched her hand.
"So, you're sick?" The bisma took Razik into the woman's lap and grabbed him, kissing with anxiety.
"Razik, kangen is not the same Mother?" Brushing his hair affectionately, occasionally kissing without getting bored.
The little boy nodded, "Kangen Nda cama Dad too," Razik replied scanning his gaze at the man sitting on the lip of the bed, not far from them.
"Good rest, Bill, I'll go home first" he said, leaving a trace of affection on the head of his son.
"Away home?" There was an unwilling sounding tone there.
"Yes, you're fine at home, Razik keep Mother yes, can not be fussy, dear smart child 'is the same Mother." The little doll nodded.
"Assalamu'alaikum ..." the message left a smile.
"Guilings .. mmm, Bim!" when he stopped the man who was already in the doorway.
"Yes, why?" The man twisted his body but did not move.
"Thank you very much, for the time" said the woman sincerely, smiling awkwardly. Bisma replied with a nod and a smile then continued her steps.
Since taking her home, Bila and Bisma have not met again. The man actually meets Razik almost every day, but deliberately refrains from seeing his mother. Bisma is also busy working, three days does not come to the office a lot of things to do. Fortunately there is a guide who always helps, even though he likes to work, but the man is quite professional at work.
"Sir, Bhishma's not here, is he?" ask if in the afternoon at the busy Pastri in the kitchen.
"So early this morning, before leaving for work, Razik was on the front page" Pastri replied honestly.
"Owh .. how can you, let Razik play outside early in the morning?"
"Can dong Non, right Den Bisma call Lastri, ask for help bring Razik outside that, why to Non? Kangen huh?" the accusation is on target.
"Hus, ngawur you, just ask can't you?" the woman replied, changing her face.
"It could be, if kangen why not call the person Non, as simple as that," said Lastri again.
"Sokay know you!" the woman pressed her lips as she passed. Lastri just chimed with a headband to see the behavior of his employer.
At night, if he can't sleep, he daydreams alone on the balcony of his room. I don't know what makes a woman insomnia. Back to the house and balcony. Razik herself is asleep. Late at night, the woman was still awake.
