Red Noctah
The Part 58
This afternoon after a few days in the hospital, Razik was finally able to go home because he was declared healthy. Of course makes Bila and Bhishma feel grateful and happy. Finally able to regroup with beloved family.
When packing the items carried. Razik was carried by her father. They walked out of the hospital.
"Razik, want to go home to Daddy or Mother's house," asked Bisma after the car drove across the street.
"Father same Mother," the little boy replied funny. Sontak made the two adults throw a glance.
"Tomorrow to go home to Father and his mother, yes, today go home to Mother first how?" he gave the most reasonable solution.
The boy fell silent, then nodded, when he reached the courtyard of Bu Rima's house and the other residents greeted them with a sigh.
"Oma's handsome grandson finally came home too." The old woman immediately welcomed their return by showering a lot of affectionate kisses on the cheeks of her grandson.
Razik laughs amusedly, still in his father's arms straight to the top floor. The room's Razik. Lying down gently the boy then kissed him. The name is also children feel healthy certainly do not want to stay let alone according to the mattress. The boy broke up the road looking for a bustle with his toys. It's possible that the boy missed too after some vacuum.
"Honey, do not play toys far away, in the room only, Razik still needs a lot of rest!" reprimand When reminding.
"I go home first, take a shower and the others. Call me if you need anything" said the man rising from his seat. Nabila.
"Kok his rich face is not sincere that I go home, dear yes," always tried to throw jokes super crisp.
"Oh hell, pretentious to go home there, I also want to take a shower and the others. Tired!" answer's flat.
"It's so bad if the jutek is so, fortunately it's not halal if I'm already greedy," he continued to make the woman tickle.
"Energy transfer first dong?" the door raised his eyebrows.
"meaning?" When frowning.
Bhishma put her finger on her mouth, then smiled mischievously with a flirtatious blink.
"Astaghfirullah .. can't be naughty! Hurry home!" His mouth was expelling, but inwardly holding back. Basics, reason and feelings begin to be unsync.
One pillow impinge When the throw leads to the man's body, but ....
Bugh
The pillow inappropriately landed on Mother's face.
"Eh, Bun, sorry, sorry .. it was going to crush his father Razik, really be a person," he said approaching his mother. Bu Rima himself shook his head to see the behavior of this former couple.
"I want to go home Bun, but Nabila held him back, he said still kangen," chirped Bisma who made the woman fiercely.
"Bisma, just have lunch here, son, go home."
"Thank you Bun, I want to take a shower first, then come back again," he said.
The man went home, with Nabila trailing behind him. Intend to drive up to the front of the terrace.
"Dad ....!" Razik exclaimed as a small belari approached. Both of his hands were busy grasping the robot in his hand.
"Follow," said the child struggling spoiled Bisma bowing her body. Make the knee as a base. Tied his body with his son.
"Razik wants to come?" ask the gentleman. Highlight his eyes scanned Bila, as if asking permission from him to take Razik.
"Later on back" said the woman nodding.
"Every boss," exclaimed the gleeful man. Razik was lifted back in a sling.
"May da ...." Razik even waved cheerfully. When smiling, reply to him.
It turned out that until the afternoon the man had not returned to bring Razik.
"Bisma kok lama ya Bun, balikin Razik," confided the woman began to worry. Razik just got home from the hospital, if you're worried.
"Maybe both of them overslept" Bu Rima replied flatly. When you calm down, try to think positively. The woman went back to the room, went out to the balcony, hoping to meet someone she wanted to meet.
There was no sign of the man, neither did Razik hear his voice. Maybe they really fell asleep. Or stay on the first floor, so the sound is automatically not heard. Curiosity led him to call. But fear is disturbing. The woman chose to go to her house.
"Kok crowded anyway," muttered when passing through the fence found two other cars parked in the yard of her ex-husband's house.
The woman took off her sandals towards the terrace steps. His steps swallowed as he listened to the laughter of others breaking apart. It was clearly heard passing through the chatter in the room. The interlocking made the knocking of the door muffled.
Her head looked inside, her ex-husband's family was gathering together. There were both Bhishma's parents, Bhishma and her two best friends there. There was another woman who was no longer a stranger in his eyes. The woman was holding Razik who looked gangster by playing lego in his hand.
Suddenly he was not willing, and wanted to occupy that position. His chest rumbled, watching them chatting amiably with other families.
"Kok gini anyway, that guy is it, another on the other lips in the heart. Just a few hours of sweet-mouthed, now you can also chat sweetly with others," he murmured disappointed.
Instantly the sense of insecure greeted him like an unwanted stranger there. When I say the second greeting. The woman retreated, and turned around quickly. Leaving the house without Razik.
"When? Why not go in?" ask the man who just got home from work.
The woman did not answer, walking quickly with a sour face.
