Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 101. Where I Am, Remember Me In Your Prayer (2)

Where I Am, Remember Me In Your Prayer

- taken from the lyrics of the song titled "Betapa Kucinta Padamu" sung by Siti Nurhaliza-

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Days Without you

Jakarta

Pocktail

"okay." Tama continued to look at her through the mobile screen while walking through the hall past her fellow learners. Trying to get to the exit.

"Ross, Tam!" A man in a brown uniform standing behind Tama was seen clenching his right hand upward.

"Ready!" Answer Tama as she laughed. "To five, Rul. Five!" Tama brandished her right hand revealing five fingers with a sumringah face.

While the person called Rul was broken. "There's our commander's opponent on this one."

Tama was still chuckling despite coming out of the hall. Looks like a comfortable quiet place to call.

"If so, I'll be home tomorrow." Now Tama had looked back at him with a sparkling face. "We'll go see a doctor."

"Please?" Ask doubtfully.

"Little."

"Don't." He nodded in disagreement. "Don't interrupt Mas' schedule."

"Weekend there are activities outside. The only way is to get permission. There's only free time tomorrow."

He keeps shaking. "Do not permit. I'll wait until Mas has some free time."

Stare at him. "The end of the month there is a schedule of visits to Papua for two weeks."

He smiled understandingly. "Then, we go to his doctor after Mas returns from Papua."

"Beliness." Tama seems to object. "You should see a doctor immediately."

"Maas ...." He's still smiling. "I'm healthy and fine. There's nothing to worry about. The Gift Midwife has already given vitamins for the next month."

"Not to go to the doctor." Tama looked at him sharply with a look that did not want to be denied. "If you don't want to go tomorrow, I'll go home before I go to Papua."

It was clearly an exaggeration in her pregnancy. She has been through pregnancy 3 times. And all three are going well, healthy, safe, well. Is his experience still judged to be lacking in Tama's eyes? Or is she doubting her ability as a mother? Unbelieving it?

"It turns out, I didn't get permission" Tama complained the next day. "Dense schedule creeping. There is hardly any free time."

She smiled triumphantly while unconsciously rubbing the stomach whose surface was still the same as before being known to be pregnant. Flat. "The baby candidate was patient, waiting for his papa to come home. He also had to wait for the right time to go home."

But Tama did not return her smile. "If the worst possibility ... I can just go home after from Papua, how? You don't mind? Can ... wait that long? Won't it affect the womb?"

He nodded in understanding. "We're both fine. Just focus on education there. Don't worry about us so much."

Tama's breath sounded heavy. But a moment later began to appear a smile even though thin. "Please tell him, be good in your stomach until you get home."

He smiles. Tama too. Their views intertwined while both mengu mum smile. When he was staring deeply at the face that made his cheeks always heat up, one gesture through the motion of the lips was captured so clearly.

"Love you ...."

He fell into a deep sleep with the shadow of Tama holding a baby inside. What a lovely view.

He also has a daily life like before. Become unusual because nausea that appears every morning increasingly routine becomes. Sometimes it ends with severe vomiting, but more often just hooting in the bathroom until the whole body feels weak without anyone being spewed.

He never complained. Trying to enjoy all the discomfort that suddenly appears to surround the body. Because his journey to have the fruit of love with Tama starts from here. He promised to live the beautiful time of pregnancy with a happy heart filled with happiness.

So, even though the body feels weak and the knees seem boneless, he still goes to the kitchen to rub ginger on his own. Or make a squeeze of lemon juice to reduce the nausea that is getting more and more daytime it becomes. Even sometimes to make his head throbbing incoherently. The whole new sense of unease completely disappeared when he entered the classroom session in the Astana tower. Like ... gives her a chance to follow the material and learn seriously. Teurimong.

Children were astonished to find it often back and forth to the bathroom every morning. Icad asked for the first time. Followed by the astonished gaze of Reka and Umay.

"Mama's got a stomachache," he admitted in an instant turned into a convulsive expert.

And his three sons nodded mafhum despite being implied by the radiance of dissatisfaction for the answers given. Only Sasa who almost every minute before leaving school always asked.

"Mama's sick?"

"What's pale, anyway?"

"Mom mostly eat chili yaa until stomach pain?"

"Have you taken your medicine yet?"

"I'll tell papa yes, if mama's sick."

Also Yuni, who was either just her feelings or indeed reality, always looked at her suspiciously while hastily taking over making ginger water or squeezing lemon juice.

"Just like me, Mom. I'm sitting down."

He always tried to smile as if nothing had ever happened. But your sharp heart and sharp feelings are definitely untrustworthy.

"I've never seen you get stuck." Mamak thrust a glass of lemon juice when he came out of the bathroom with a moist face and watery eyes after spewing all the contents of the stomach.

"Do we need to check with the midwife? Maybe the vomiting this time has something to do with __" Momak did not continue the sentence.

Slowly he took a seat and looked at the mother. But my mother asked me to drink immediately.

After sipping a squeeze of lemon juice until the remaining half, he looked back at mamak. Not good at hiding secrets, especially in front of mom. "It was yesterday."

My mom looked back at him with a smile. Then rub his arm slowly. "From today there is no need to cook. Let Mamak and Yuni take care of everything. You rest. Still pregnant young should be completely guarded. Moreover, the husband is not at home, must be able to maintain trust as well as possible. When is the schedule for midwives again? Let the mamaak befriend."

He smiled when he looked at my mother. How does he disrespect his mother like his own mother if it's like this. But he was embarrassed. "Mas Tama wants me to see a doctor."

Mamak. "Then we go to the doctor. Follow what the husband says. What do you want us to go to the doctor?"

He was still blushing, this time getting embarrassed. "I ... want to go to the doctor delivered mas Tama."

Mamak was stunned for a while before finally smiling meaningfully. Then he rubbed his arm slowly. "Enjoy everything. You deserve what you want."

Honestly, he doesn't want anything. He just misses Tama more and more every day. It always feels longing, longing, and longing. It's funny to think back to their long journey. How he desperately avoided and stayed away from Tama. But now it's caught up in the man's charm. Destiny is never predictable.

It's not enough to just miss. He even began to dare to blatantly wear Tama's clothes most of the day while at home.

"Lt!" Sasa pointed to the sweater he was wearing this morning. Too thick for greatness. Yes of course, Tama's posture was almost twice that of her. "Mom's wearing papa's shirt again. Hiya ..."

He just threw a smile at Sasa who started whispering with Umay. Must be talking about his strange behavior wearing Tama's clothes. Icad looked up to see the sweater he was wearing, but did not comment anything. Only Reka who just kept looking at him like he wanted to ask something but hesitated.

"Take two more, Mas?" The bargain when catching wet Reka has not taken her eyes off the Tama sweater.

Reka shakes. "One time. Mr. Engkosnya again on vacation back home."

"Make another friend possible?" He smiles.

But Rita just stared at him flatly. "Said to have no friends."

"Friends mas Reka is only Sasa, Mama," said Sasa when he was stifled to hear the cold answer Reka. "Yes, Mom, huh?" Sasa giggled as he looked at the Reka who returned engrossed in chewing breakfast as if he had no friends was an ordinary thing that was nothing to worry about.

"I know why Reka doesn't have any friends." Umay snatched Sasa's words with his mouth full of chewing food.

"Why?" Sasa looked at Umay. Icad, Reka, and himself.

"Because ...." Umay knew he was the center of attention. Hence deliberately pausing the sentence by drinking water. "Mas Reka was afraid of being chased. Haha. Yesterday it was, Sa. Inget, no? There are beautiful brothers who want to ask for mobile phone number mas Reka to us. Until we buy us all ice cream. Come on, Mas Reka. Afraid of girls. Haha .... Afraid of girls. Weird."

Umay and Sasa laughed together while whispering to each other. Icad is back for breakfast. And Reka twirled the eyeballs with an indifferent face. Absolutely not reply to Umay's teasing.

He shook his head at Umay and Sasa's behavior. "Ride, Sasa. Quickly finish the breakfast. If anyone wants to talk directly let everyone hear. It's not good to whisper in front of others let alone at the dinner table."

He should have spent more time on the design. But his stepson always dodged whenever he tried to get close. Maybe the choice is not right. He also promised to immediately find a more pleasant approach than before. Maybe ask Dara? His sister-in-law always has a way out that is rarely thought of by ordinary people.

In addition to longing for dust and always wearing Tama clothes, almost nothing has changed. He continued to cook three times a day even though mamak continued to prohibit. Preparing food for children to go to school. Go to the Astana tower following the final session at level 2. Attend management meetings and schedule of Kemala Foundation. Sometimes also help mamak who occasionally still receive chicken orders.

"This is an order from the mother of Salma and Pak lurah," said mamak when he asked astonishment why he still received the order. Previously, Mamak had announced to all customers if the chicken catch order was transferred to Ella's ring.

"Tomorrow there is also an order from Murod Hajj and Camat sir," continued mamak again. "It's not good to refuse orders from loyal customers."

But I managed to find a middle ground. It is Yuni who is now the main motor of fulfilling chicken orders from loyal customers.

"Nuhun pisan, Mamak." Yuni smiled happily. "I can open my own chicken order for a long time."

"It should be so." My mom smiled broadly. "Later if Mamak has returned to Koneng village, Yuni opens his own chicken mane."

He also ventured to bring chicken caught deliberately cooked more by mamak and durian pulp from his trial with Yuni to the Astana tower. Because almost all of his friends have brought food to be eaten together on the sidelines of break sessions. This will be his first time.

"Well, it's good fried chicken" everyone commented as they devoured a mamak-made chicken catch. After not forgetting to save a special box for Ingrid.

"Pocut, I want dong, order the durian pulp. It's good to know, no, anyway." Cesilia even immediately showed interest in the first edition of durian pulp. "Crazy, just this time eating durian pulp that does not make you sick."

"If my team is okay, can dong request for a snack in my salon," added Cesilia. "We can create our own brand. I think we should talk to the three of us as nutritionists. Because I want a delicious snack, interesting, but no side effects for those who undergo treatment. Okay?"

But the most unexpected was a phone call from Grace at night. When he was sleepy waiting for a call from Tama.

"Hello, Pocut? You know who I am?"

He only knew that Grace was the quietest participant in the class. Rarely talk to others. Never even joined at the same table during a break session. Grace seemed to draw a very high boundary line between the seven of them.

"You can open Grace Lander's instagram" Grace said as she confusedly replied. "DM me, yeah. I have a special offer for you. Can't hardly wait."

So curious about what Grace mentioned, she immediately knocked on the door of the children's room. It turned out to only find a designer.

"Umay in the bathroom," replied Reka as she asked where the others were. "Icad studied in the living room."

Ah yes, almost forgot, his eldest son was indeed more happy to do pr in the living room than at the study table in the room. Icad said because, "It's better. Broad-gauge. There's water from the aquarium."

"Mass?" I don't want to ask Reka. "How to open instagram?"

He never fiddled with cell phones other than to call and text. Never had a social media account or anything.

Grace Lander's.

He read the writing on the screen of the phone owned by Reka.

Cooking, baking, and beyond.

"What does this mean, Mom?" He pointed to a blue symbol with a checkmark in the middle next to Grace.

"Official verified account instagram," replied Reka while taking a look at the phone screen. "Typically have famous people who follow a lot."

The next day when she had just entered the classroom, Grace immediately approached. "Waiting for the DM all night."

He apologized. "I don't have Instagram. But I already know that Grace is famous."

Grace laughs. It seemed, just this time he saw this long-haired beautiful and graceful woman laughing out loud. Smiling is rare. "Gini day time doesn't have Ig, anyway? Stop by my house, yuk."

He assented. Although a little late to ask Agus directly pick up the children in the keude. Though he already knew from the beginning will ride in Grace's car.

And he gaped as Grace directed the wheel into the parking lot of a famous Mall. Go upstairs to what floor. Then stop the car right in front of a beautiful yard. Along the way, he could not stop amazed. Yeah, he never thought Grace's house was on top of a high-rise. Multilevel building! He stumbled to himself when he realized it.

"W-how can there be a paved road over a skyscraper?" He muttered to himself while observing the atmosphere of the beautiful Grace housing complex decorated with a row of lush but very quiet trees. There are only one or two cars that are rarely owned by people, mostly parked on the left side of the road.

"You wanna hang out all day?" Grace laughed seeing him still glued to the courtyard. Look around with astonished looks. It's a multi-storey building. And on it was a luxury housing complex. Tama must have been surprised to hear how her insights had improved this afternoon.

"This afternoon there's a live YouTube channel of mine" Grace said as she enjoyed a cold drink served by a uniformed middle-aged woman. "May be seen for preparation."

He doesn't understand. "What preparation?"

"I want us to go live together. Incidentally, next week the theme is regional cuisine."

He just looked up to Grace's answer.

"The one you brought yesterday was really good. Different from the many chickens on the market." Grace smiled. "You must be an old player. I know for sure from its appearance, taste, and aroma. Agreed, are we live together? My subscribers must be enthusiastic about the new guest stars. If it's usually an artist or an influencer, it's my own classmate."

He still gawks at hearing Grace's entire speech.

"In part, your appearance is no less attractive than the artists and influencers. Tomorrow we meet my subscription MUA, yes. You must be shining even more." Grace smiled broadly. "The more we live, the more people watch my channel."

He paid close attention to how the YouTube live process took place. With a guest star today is a beautiful news anchor whose political debate program was watched by Tama when her husband was at home. Really a top class.

But baby, he can't go home as soon as the live event is over. Agus called if stuck in traffic that would somehow unravel when.

"Repot no, anyway, ngandelin driver?" Seloroh Grace when she came back to see him in the living room.

He just smiled. "It's helpful."

"But bother if we need to be in two places at a time" Grace disagreed. "You or the children first picked up? Confused, right? If you can bring it yourself, it's good. Driver told me to pick up the kids, we'll walk alone."

"Kayak now," added Grace. "You have to wait a long time to be picked up. Do you want to take a taxi online?"

He shook. Remember the message of Tama if he and the children should only be escorted by Agus, Devano, or Cipto sir.

"Now my mom rarely goes. Anja has brought her own car. If you need to call Mr. Cipto." He even remembers Tama's words.

"I'm waiting to be picked up" she replied, to which Grace only replied with a shrug.

"If so I stay first. Evaluate the team."

Agus had just come to pick up before Maghrib arrived. And the car docked in the yard ahead of Isya. Immediately greeted by the fragrant aroma of mamak cuisine for children.

Both of his sons answered. "Yes, Ma."

While Reka just nodded without a sound.

Before going to bed, just like the previous days, Tama called through a video call.

"Not eaten all day?" It was Tama's first question as they sat through the phone screen. "Pale so."

"What's the cause of vomiting?" He asked again before he could react. "Well, I have to see a doctor soon."

He who initially wanted to protest because Tama never said hello when calling just smiled. He had dinner with the kids even without rice. Because since a few days ago somehow do not like to eat rice at night.

"Can I go live on YouTube, Mom?"

He widened his eyes before laughing. "Live YouTube what?"

She began to tell about Grace who has a blue tick Instagram account, has a YouTube channel with millions of followers, as well as a guest star of the political debate show that Tama had watched through television screens.

Before he finished the story of Grace's only child with special needs and ex-husband who was caught cheating on him with his own best friend, Tama answered in a loud voice.

"That's it, my wife!" Tama's eyes even more sparkled when she looked at him. "Next, in the future Pocut Halimatussadiah has his own YouTube account. Special cooking specialties from Sabang to Merauke. Sure it!"

He also decided to start preparing to appear in a live YouTube event with Grace. But the next day his priorities suddenly changed. While doing the habit of reading a fairy tale before going to bed for Sasa.

"Where was yesterday, anyway? How come Agus picked him up late?" Sasa toyed with the collar of the Tama shirt he was now wearing. "Sasa until sleepy waiting for him. Bang Umay even overslept at Leni's mpok shop."

He rubbed Sasa's hair slowly. "I'm sorry, yesterday Mama there needs to be at a friend's house. But it's too late to tell Agusnya sir. Pak Agus' car hunt has been jammed on the road that there was an accident. So it's too late, pick up Sasa with Brother."

Sasa still toyed with Tama's shirt collar by folding three times, then being let go. Fold again, released. So next. His feeling said, Sasa was agitated. But he immediately brushed aside the bad prejudices all the way.

"I don't want to be picked up late anymore, Ma." Sasa's voice started to whine. "If Mr. Agus wants to be late to pick up, mending Sasa play to Zhie's house all day. Don't wait in the keude."

"Why?" He no longer rubbed Sasa's hair as it pounded waiting for an answer.

Sasa looked at him with innocent innocent eyeballs. "I don't want to see you together ...." While mentioning the name of a boy the age of Umay who is the nephew of one of the owners of a cigarette stall that is in line with the keude.

"Bang ...." He mentioned the name of the boy. "Same sasa's bad?"

"Sasa doesn't like it!" Sasa suddenly hid his face into his armpit. "I don't want to be told to hold it bang .. again! Ih, disgust!"

Astarghfirullahal.

With a pounding heart he asked Sasa again. Fortunately, his daughter answered clearly and straightforwardly.

He was shocked even in shock because he never expected to experience something like this related to Sasa. But at the very least, he obtained a fairly complete story. The most shocking story was like lightning in broad daylight for him. That Umay's age child asked Sasa to hold the vi tunnya tool while cing Ella was busy serving buyers and Umay was sound asleep.

Luckily Sasa refused and immediately ran closer to Ella's cing. Do not want to get close even though called by ice cream and chocolate.

"I just love the same chocolate ice cream papa bought! My dad has a lot!" Sasa even practiced how to shout until the boy ran away from the keude.

He always instills caution regarding self-safety in his three children, especially Sasa. That no one else can touch three important body parts (mouth, chest, tools to la min) except himself as a mother, then a doctor for the sake of checking the disease. Besides, no one can touch, without but. The opposite also applies. Can't just hold someone else's.

While continuing to set the heart and regulate emotions, this morning he deliberately set off early with the children. Because I want to meet Imeh's mpok at the cigarette kiosk.

"Astagpilohm. Astajim. Ampuuun is a boy!" Mpok Imeh immediately nagged himself as soon as he heard his words. "Bikin it's mulu! I know the taste! How dare to take the son of the Police Chief. Fetched to know your taste, Tong ... The keg! Dream what my semalem, Cut ..."

According to the story of Imeh mpok, his nephew is indeed a child who lacks attention. His parents had been separated for a long time and each had remarried. But neither of them embraced. Busy with new homes. Until the child prefers to live with imeh mpok who daily sells cigarettes and soft drinks at semi-permanent kiosks. Replacing a husband with diabetes. It has been months of lying weakly on the bed because the wounds on both feet that are always wet do not heal.

"But the day of his handrails hape mulu!" Mpok Imeh back nagging.

"Gue tabok pake broom lidi tell njai in madrasah does not work. Teroooooss. I don't know what the same big kids are. What blue pelms don't understand. Dizzy me! Each ari hanging out in the neighborhood nyang has a wifai (WiFi) not back and forth. Ampuuun, Tooong ... Tooong! It's like this so ape luuuu!"

He tried to calm down Imeh's mpok because people were getting interested in watching them. Some had even huddled around the stall while whispering.

"Lu if you make my calculations jabanin. I'm anterin to my ex-in-law's house! Mam pus mam pus is the same business as the police family! Fucking parents don't know themselves got no kids taken care of! Her hobby is mating cere not really bothering anyone else aje!"

With the delivery of Imeh mpok, he visited the house of the child's birth mother. Because the house of mpok Imeh's younger brother is located far away in South Tangerang.

Along the way he tried hard to suppress his annoyance in order to remember what had been done to Sasa. It was fortunate that Sasa dared to refuse and immediately ran away. Lf it doesn't? Or if it happens to another child who does not dare to refuse? Who can guarantee what will happen. Sure thing is terrible. So horrible.

Because not all girls the age of Sasa get the provision of principles (three forbidden things that should not be touched by others) as he instilled in Sasa. What if Imeh's nephew also launched his action on someone else? Doesn't he have to warn the boy's parents to pay more attention to his son so as not to fall victim in the future? Naudzubillah.

Armed with his experience studying public speaking with Ingrid, he began to say sentence after sentence that is maintained properly without tendency let alone corner. He wants to open the eyes of the mother, not judge. He wants his words to be heard and produce results, not provoke emotions let alone anger.

But everyone's head is different, isn't it? And this was clearly beyond his power.

"Gue knows who elo is, you gatel widow!" The boy's mother immediately pointed at his face as soon as he finished the last sentence. "Wear the pretentious take care of my son! Urus noh, your men are the result! Jan got dragged by girl laen!"

"UH! BAEK-BAEK THOU MOUTH OF COMBERAN!" Mpok Imeh who had been silent immediately went up. "Thank you not for the nyap! Somplak you dare maki-maki wife office! Idedengin the police know your taste!"

He tried to explain in short sentences that are easy to understand so that the emotions of the mother and Mpok Imeh gradually subsided. But there was precisely the appearance of a burly man bare-chested from the inner room while brandishing a samurai katana sword.

"AN J ING! FIND DEAD, HUH! GO LU PADE! ALL ABYSSINE CAVES!"

Without waiting he pulled the hand of imeh mpok to get away and get out of the horrible house. Some neighbors immediately came to hear the zoo's curse coming out of the mouth of the samurai man. He who was trembling and almost crying could only hold hands tightly on Imeh's mpok. The one along the way to the end of the alley continued to grumble.

"Crazy trays! Got an abandoned kid, got a problem tau think you're old!" Mpok Imeh continued to grumble, making everyone they passed look curiously.

"This is it, Cut. You want me to anterin to Tangsel to meet her babenya si .... Jabanin. Let nyaho!"

But he refused. His energy was depleted when he saw the samurai being brandished before his eyes. Now that is desired only through the rest of the day with the very usual as before. Without anger, mockery, commotion, let alone the threat of sharp weapons.

"Lu report it to your handsome man." Mpok Imeh had met with Tama during their wedding ceremony at Al-A'raf mosque. "Gue sincere si .. beaten to know the sense of no maen hape terosss. Just give me a lesson from ex-songong's brother-in-law as crazy as he is!"

He chose to send a message because he knew Tama always deactivated the phone throughout the day. He just does not want to lose the moment and disappoint Tama with the choice of attitude taken. Because it does not immediately tell what Sasa experienced when last night they spoke through a video call.

Pocut: 'Me and Sasa are fine, Mas. Don't get carried away by emotions. I'm just worried that the child took another victim who couldn't resist.'

Pocut: 'May there be a best way out.'

Pocut: '😘 the one you love the most.'

Without anyone knowing, the folder of notes in his phone had been filled with meaningful sentences that Tama had said. This time he deliberately wrote it one, so that Tama did not get carried away with emotions as soon as he read his message about what Sasa experienced.

"The children are very friendly to go there" Tama said at night as they made a video call. "All settled. You're safe. Please don't be late for things like this."

Look, Tama didn't even ask for her opinion first on what to do. Imagine if he gave information full of fiery tendencies igniting emotions. I can't imagine what Tama would do. Certainly not a fun thing.

But there's always a new thought in a problem, isn't there? And this time it's, "Mas, can I learn to drive?"

Tama just stared at him. "Didnya learn to drive? Whose wife are you? Wiratama Yuda what's Lewis Hamilton?"

He nodded at Tama's silly answer. "Who was Lewis Ha .. Who was that?" He almost grumbled.

"That's .. Britons there." Tama laughs.

He's getting sighed. "Sasa experienced such an incident because Agus was late to pick up. Because I forgot to ask Agus directly to the keude. Must wait until the session is over when I'm in Grace's car."

He began to explain the most plausible reason why he had to learn to drive his own car. Tama continued to listen to his words without once refuting or interrupting.

When he was faced with embarrassment because he was too eager to present a myriad of reasons. A pair of sharp glazed eyes on the screen of the phone began to sparkle.

"remarkable. Is it true now that I'm talking to Pocut Halimatussadiah or someone else?"

"Mass?" He does not like it because Tama is actually mocked.

"Try asking the doctor, is it safe not to be pregnant young to learn to drive?" But Tama immediately uttered her own words. "Ah, yes. We haven't been to the doctor."

"Tomorrow I ask the midwife of Grace."

Tama gave a thumbs up with increasingly sparkling eyes. "good. That's my wifey."

"It's serious, Mom." He was getting upset because Tama was joking. "I need to be more independent."

"Five rius." Tama brandished five fingers with a face of sumringah. "Learn five rius according to the number of our children. Or six rius, seven rius?" Suddenly Tama nodded. "Seven rius looks good. Three, one, three," Tama continued with a witty face.

"Sip!" Tama returned before he could make a comment. "We're a three-child program. Deal. Knock hammer."

He again sighs in disbelief to see Tama was more joking instead of discussing more about his desire to learn to drive.

"We are looking for the best driving course," said Tama when he began to put on an annoyed face. "Liar Devano takes care of. Commander's mother knows it's done."

And he had to wait for days for this. If in the middle of the night he asked when Tama called. The answer received was, "Devano again many tasks in the office. Wait for him to have time."

"Mass?" He cringed in astonishment. "Who wants to practice driving, right me, not Devano?"

"He is obliged to accompany you. The duty of the state from me. Ahaha!" Tama laughed in a voice full of satisfaction.

Meaning accompanying?

"He must ensure your safety and comfort during the driving course. While keeping you from the ganjen instructor."

"Mass?" He couldn't believe Tama had thought so far. "I'll choose the oldest instructor. Grandpa-grandpa if there is."

"Powder." Tama grinned. "You should know, that guy's getting older. Trust me."

"What is the evidence talking about?" This was the first time he had grumbled in front of Tama. Hhh.

"You know me so well, ahahahaha!" But Tama was just shamed instead of embarrassed.

"He's what's up?" This becomes the Tama ritual before closing the call. "Good till papa comes, son."

But the answer from the Bounty midwife by phone was far from what she expected.

"Oh, Pocut, again pregnant young do not drive first let alone just learn."

"The fetus in the stomach is still not strong against shock. Safe self-driving around week 18 to 24, second trimester. Besides don't yes, better take care. Have you been to the doctor yet? The distance of the previous pregnancy was quite far. Don't look forward to the doctor."

Tama who was already in Papua mangosteen when he told the answer from the midwife of Grace. "Yes already. Learning to drive out the stream. Now accept the same Agus."

"Where are the preparations tomorrow?" Tama's voice suddenly cheerful. "Well, ma'am oyes wants to live YouTube, the boys have to watch it. Where are the mothers of Kemala?"

He deliberately chose Tama's favorite clothes. Blouse a cream-colored tunic with a strap accent on the left waist. Simple and beautiful.

"Perfects." Grace gave a thumbs up look as soon as she saw her appearance. "No need to change costumes. This is so fitting. I think the material in the class is actually applied, nih."

They laugh together too.

A MUA helped him give the finishing touch so that his pale face looked more radiant.

"Don't you get pregnant again, huh? Pale gini." Grace was suspicious.

But he chose to avoid by not answering. She intends to announce the pregnancy after visiting the doctor with Tama and her gestational age beyond 4 months. That's what she always did in her previous three pregnancies.

The YouTube live event with Grace with a menu of chicken catches, durian pulutes, and pandan windows went smoothly for an entire hour. They were assisted by a number of crew members including two women in charge of answering questions from the viewers.

"Thank you so much, Pocut." Grace smiled happily. "Our first live stream was a success. 120k viewers." Grace clapped her hands with excitement.

What a very different character. During each session they participated in together, Grace almost never talked about things outside the material, including just smiling. Jack had even joked that Grace was like a mannequin that couldn't laugh.

But at home, Grace always spreads a smile full of joy.

"We're obrolin again yeah, next program." Grace is getting excited. "You want to, right?"

He nodded. He certainly has a lot to gain experience, right? Maybe the benefits cannot be felt immediately. But he believes if you really do something will get the best results.

As soon as Agus pulled over the car ahead of Isya, the house was quiet even though tomorrow was the weekend.

Icad, since Thursday has asked for permission to stay at the home of one of his fellow participants of the Science Olympiad at the level of DKI Jakarta.

"We're gonna rehearse till night." Icad gave an excuse. "Many do not understand the matter."

Mamak, Sasa, and Umay were staying at the village house of Koneng. After attending the circumcision ceremony of the youngest son of ustadz Arif.

Yuni was visiting a sick relative at Koja hospital. And will only be picked up by Agus using a motorbike.

Practically in the house only live a design. It has been a few days absent from swimming and archery exercises because of the severe flu.

"Have you eaten, my dear?" He noticed the dishes on the dining table that had not been touched.

"Males," replied Reka who was playing PS in front of the television.

"Eat with Mama, huh?" He felt a little tired after a long day outside the house. But not until the heart left the stomach empty even though the flu is heavy.

"Mama warmin first." He washed his hands and feet in the bathroom before taking a dish filled with beef soup. To warm up on the stove.

The design is a heavy flu, eating soup with broth is expected to add to the naf su eat. Not to forget it also warms fried tofu tempeh and pepes tofu using a microwave.

While waiting, he had time to wash a bowl of used cereal and a number of dirty glasses. Never thought if the steps he was tempted to take food in the microwave should stop suddenly. When the feet te lengkangnya step on the floor that feels slippery.

He could not even reach for something to hold on to. In an instant his body had already fallen slid to the floor.

When he opened his eyes, he could feel nothing but the kitchen room that suddenly spun so fast. But the cry of someone managed to recover his consciousness. Throwing pain in the shoulder that becomes the focus when falling.

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Remarks :

One of the points in this chapter is the result of insight from Mama initialed BA 🤗 matursuwun, Mam. Greetings to ananda.

Frankly, I had a hard time finding a name for a child exposed to por no graffi and forced Sasa to do the despicable thing. What does a name mean. But really have no idea. Sorry if I empty the name, just filled with dots. Hopefully not reduce the meaning of 🤗.

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