Renjana Dusk Kala
Chapters 108. The Most Beautiful Rhyme
Surabaya
Tama
He was still in a fierce fight with the climatic haired young man who forced himself to look elegant. Erik was no help. The man who is currently serving in this field is too agitated. Every fifth count always changes the sitting position. While the young man in front of no more than a boy who owns a money-making machine that is a hobby of bluffing.
Aston Mulya, the youngest son of Johan Mulya, the number three of the Parawihardja clan. The fifth-ranking candidate of PARA Group. Two levels below the murdered Jusuf and the arrogant man who reportedly disappeared.
“As a full controller of PARA in case of JP death, I have to let you know that you can run out at any time if you interfere.”
***
Jakarta
Pocktail
He repeatedly apologized for causing trouble. Unable to maintain the condition of the body and then vomit non-stop in the Mall toilet, until Reka had to contact Niar's mother because of confusion. But the in-laws actually reminded him not to have a lot of thoughts and rest.
“Now there is something to keep.” Ms. Niar tidied up the blanket that covered her lower body. “More important than thinking about other people's feelings.”
Initially, the mother-in-law intended to stay at the hospital. But he did not let the heart let the door of heaven owned by his beloved husband was exhausted waiting for him all night. He then asked Reka to call Yuni to come to the hospital.
The designs that he had since moved to the treatment room stood sculpted in the distance. Just looking at him expressionlessly.
“But yes, Mas, have helped Mama,” he said as he reached out trying to reach Reka to get closer. “Mama is okay. Don't worry.”
The teenager slowly approached, but did not smile or nod. Just keep looking at him with a groaning look.
“Mother?” Yuni immediately approached him as soon as Niar and Reka came home. “What is this mom because I call a masseuse?”
He shook. “That time that the head is sewn on the same shoulder, Tea. As per my dizzy complaint.”
“Alhamdulillah.” Yuni put on a face full of relief.
“My fault also last month did not record the calendar. So forget the last menstruation when,” he continued considering the negligence done.
Their series of family moves to Tomang's house, accompanying the children to adjust to the new place, the hubbub of Lombok Abang, and other activities make their concentration divided. Until forgetting the habit of recording the time of the month.
“Besok Dawn Yuni Tea just go home, the kids have to go to school. A lot needs to be prepared,” the door is not good because it must be troublesome Yuni, back and forth from the hospital to home.
Yuni. “At home already have grandmother Aden, Bu.”
It cringes.
“Come to Maghrib, delivered by Cipto,” connect Yuni. “Do I still have to go home at dawn, Mom?”
He sighed while nodding. Feeling increasingly unpleasant because you have to include mamak in this episode of hassles. “Iya, Tea, just go home. Please accompany mamak take care of children, yes.”
In the morning, Yuni came home after dawn and the treatment room became quiet. He tried to stay awake even though his eyes were heavy. He then read the magazine provided while occasionally yawning. But his memory actually floated on the incident last night even though the upper class lifestyle magazine was wide open in front.
“The fetus is healthy, strong, there is no bleeding in the uterus. But because of this the fifth pregnancy with a history of blight ovum and the age of the mother who enters the high risk phase. Then you have to bed rest and drink a booster, if you want this baby to grow healthy.”
Unknowingly he stroked the stomach which had not shown any meaningful change. As she gave thanks, she murmured prayers of kindness. Expecting this pregnancy to run smoothly, the fetus that it contains is healthy no less something until the time to give birth later.
***
Tama
He was surprised when he opened the door of the treatment room Pocut found that his mother was there. Food and fruit on the table.
“Alhamdulillah, the fetus is healthy, the heart rate is normal,” whispered mom as she kissed and hugged. “The most important thing is no bleeding in the uterus,” continued mama while rubbing her back.
He smiled nodding. Then walk to the bed where the pale sea (but for him still alluring) is asleep.
“New to sleep,” said mama while offering a bottle of vitamin drinks that were immediately grabbed and gulped.
After being satisfied to look at Pocut and make sure the wife is okay, he rushed to clean up. Warm water that flushes slowly begins to relax the tension of the muscles. Refreshing the body and clearing the originally complicated mind.
“I rest for a while, Ma,” muttered while climbing the bed in a slow and careful movement as possible. Pocut's body position that is too to the edge allows it to lay your back there.
Shortly before it completely collapsed, the tail of his eyes had caught the reaction of the mother who shook her head to see him preparing to hug Pocut.
“Mama is coming home soon, Tam,” said the mother when she was enjoying the fragrance of finely-draped tendrils belonging to the wife. “You're here till when? Let's replace the same Yuni who is waiting.”
He nodded as he continued to smell the fragrance and the softness that lurked. Then whisper so as not to wake Pocut. “Until my wife can go home, Ma.”
***
Pocktail
He woke up because something warm and heavy felt grabbed his body. When he opened his eyes, he found Tama's face was asleep. So close, just a few inches. Allows their noses to collide if he turns.
When did Tama come here? Has it been a while?
He fell asleep after Dhuhur. As he remembered there was still Niar's mother who was unloading luggage in the form of food and fruits onto the table. But now no one is there, except the two of them.
Has Niar gone home?
He tried to get up to look at the table in the middle of the room. Yet a warm kiss suddenly landed on his forehead.
“Mas?” He looked until their faces almost touched. “Mas when to come?”
Instead of answering, Tama hid a deep face along her neck. In this position, she could not see the expression on her husband's face. Are you really asleep or just pretending. He then reached out and rubbed Tama's face to wake her up. Touching and rubbing the jaw that feels rough like a grater.
“Mas haven't shaved?” whisper this time while swiping the fingers stroking the husband's hair.
But Tama did not answer. Precisely more submerged the face in the niche of his neck, with arms that increasingly tightly clenched.
“Alhamdulillah, I am pregnant again, Mas,” whispered again while continuing to caress the hair of the husband. “But I'm sorry, because I didn't realize I was pregnant. Me ...”
The warm gust of breath caressing the niche of his neck felt more regular.
“But thank God, said the baby doctor healthy, strong,” he continued without stopping the caress. “But ...” The sentence stopped because it felt there was something awkward because it used the word too often but. Like being put forward many reasons for her boredom not knowing pregnancy early.
He hurriedly swallowed and no longer spoke. His eyes were then closed enjoying the warmth of the triumphant embrace. He seemed to go back to sleep, but stopped when he heard the sound of the door of the room wide open accompanied by the muttering of children.
“Ih, again on sleep.”
That's Sasa's voice.
“Iya. Don't buildin.”
That's definitely Umay.
He immediately rubbed Tama's face trying to wake her up. “Mas, no kids.”
“Sstttt!”
That's Reka's hiss.
“Mas?” This time he patted the husband's cheek to wake up. “Wake up, no kids come.”
“Lho? How about standing at the door, don't go in?”
A cheerful voice that sounds fun must be Anjani.
“Against sleep, Aunt.” Sasa informed the state of the room by whispering. But he can still hear it.
“Oh, yes, no noise, yes.” Anjani.
While he was still trying to shake Tama's shoulder to wake up. “Mas!” He's getting impatient. “Build! There are kids!”
“Hmm.” The husband immediately got up. But with a heavy sleepy face and sticky eyes.
“Halo, kids.” Tama rushed down from the bed towards the red sofa. “Papa still sleepy.” Then continue sleeping there.
***
Pocktail
“Mama heard for yourself what the doctor said?” Tama gave a demanding look. “No excess activity, no down to the kitchen, no cooking, no cooking,. Mama's world is now in this room.”
He nodded. “Iya, Pa. But sometimes berhen__”
“Mau ngevlek, would not, Mama must remain bed rest.” Then she covers her shoulders softly. “My wife dear, I want our child to be born healthy. Please pregnancy this time is well guarded.”
He obeyed and followed all the advice of the doctor and the message of the husband. Never leave the bed except for important things like worship and going to the bathroom. Bored of? Of course stuff. He who used to do many things, now must be at home silent.
For the first week, he tried to fill his free time by rewriting recipes in a beautifully wrapped agenda book given by Icad.
“Maybe Mama wants to write,” said Icad when giving a box wrapped in gift paper to him. “Later it could be a memento like dad's books.”
Two weeks after being treated, he returned to visit the gynecologist. This time the doctor recommended Anjani.
“The baby is healthy, the size increases with age. But bleeding that stops doesn't mean the uterus is strong, Mom. Moreover, pregnancy including high risk Mother. I recommend to continue bed rest.”
Three weeks after the visit to the doctor, the vleknya completely stopped. He also felt fitter, not as fit as the previous week. But doctors do not recommend strenuous activity, because he is indicated to have placenta previa.
“What's the danger, Doc? What should we do?”
He could feel an aura of tension in Tama's question. Though it has been explained repeatedly to the husband, if he has no complaints during pregnancy. Bed rest for weeks has really been pampering and preparing her body to become stronger through this fifth pregnancy.
“Low placenta conditions.” Doctor Stella pointed at the ultrasound screen. “But it does not cover the birth canal. Still pretty safe. I suggest not to do heavy activities. Keep the pregnancy until due date yes, Bu.”
Tama asked him to continue the bed rest, not allowing out of the house including asking permission for him during the absence of the activities of the wives of members. Tama also asked Anjani to buy magazines and books on the theme of pregnancy, children, and family for her.
“Let my dear wife not get bored.” So said Tama.
Until one day, the husband came home with a box placed on the bed.
“Laptop?” He was surprised because he never thought.
Tama smiled nodded. “Mama can type a recipe, can browse so as not to get bored,”
But what he thinks is excessive is buying a wheelchair.
“Mas?”
“Before again Popprov.” Stare at him. “And I can't give you direct support. So ...” The husband held his hand. “Mama who should come nyemangatin Reka. Let's not get tired, use a wheelchair.”
Lately, Tama's busyness is getting doubled. He caught the husband yelling and then getting angry on the phone. He wants to ask about what is going on, maybe he is not helpful but at least can be a talkative. But the tired face that Tama showed every return home undoes his intentions. He chose to bring all the questions and difficulties in prayer. May Tama be given a way out in every problem faced, avoided from ugliness and calamity, inserted happiness in the heart, and given salvation and shown the straight way.
He witnessed the struggle of Reka at Popprov with Niar and Mamak. When finally Reka climbed the championship podium after winning the silver medal, he could not resist the crying. Like this it feels like being a mother who is proud of the achievement of the baby. His happiness then increased when Icad presented a bronze medal of the mathematical olympiad. How wonderful the goodness received is so abundant. How easy it is to follow their family life.
Like this weekend. Tama is not usually at home. Umay and Sasa were immediately excited to make plans for days with papa terfavorit. While Reka and Icad seemed unconcerned, but he knew the two boys ahead of the teenager were just embarrassed to express their feelings. Especially Icad. Until this moment is still a PR for him because it calls with the name om Tama, not papa like the others.
But in the afternoon as they prepared to go out, Agam and a young man he knew as the son of the late Haji Murod, came to the house to meet Tama.
“I came here to convey the message of the deceased babe,” Ucup explained. “Babe peg empty land roadside sold to influential people who can advance the village Koneng. There are several candidates, but I immediately thought of Mr.”
“Released how much?”
He frowned at the fantastic prices on offer. According to him, it is quite expensive for areas such as Koneng village. But the husband first showed interest.
“Vast is almost a thousand square meters, Ma.” Tama blinked like a child wants a dream toy. “Includes empty garden in back. Secure letter. Close to grandma's house. The kids are familiar with the environment there. What is less?’
“They are not used to.” He shook.
“The children's designs are adaptive, exactly the steam.” Tama patted the chest. “We take?”
“The price is too expensive, Mas.” He returned to shake. “Mas has also not purchased all shares of Persada Appetite from that Jogja person.”
“Free stay five percent lack.” Tama insisted. “Can be repaid. Next year is in order.”
“Then the land as large as it wants to be flanked, Mas?” He nodded in disagreement.
“Ya make home, lah.” Tama is getting excited. “Home of our family dreams.”
“What Mas won't be redeployed?” the investigation wants to know.
Tama. “Move that task for sure as long as it is still active. But this house .. our new prospective home will be built this .. will be the place to return our family as far as anything goes. Dream house, my dear wife.”
“We are asikharah first, Mas.” She was still trying to resist the husband's wishes. “What will not be redundant later if we wake up home, then in the middle of the road Mas transferred assigned to outside the area?”
“Siap, carry out!” Tama clenched her hands up. “Mama istikharah, Papa wait result.”
But he himself is quite difficult to face Tama if the man has had the intention and desire.
“I fell in love with the location, Ma.” Every time Tama tried to convince him. “This is the ideal place for our children to grow up. Including those who want to be born.” Tama stroked her enlarged stomach and then placed her cheeks there while whispering. “Hey, baby, let's help Papa persuade Mama to let the land buy.”
One day, he finally gave up. “What's good according to Mas only.”
“YES!” Tama grabbed him. “Thank you, my dear wife. This is the best offer for us. Best chance.”
“But Mas must permission first the same Uti,” whispered in the chest of the husband.
“Loh, why ask permission from everyone? Dhuwit-dhuwitku dhewe!” Tama looked at him while laughing. “Yes, Commander mother. Ready, I ask permission of the queen mother, do it!”
Apparently Tama was really enthusiastic about the plan to build a house on the grounds that used to belong to Haji Murod. Even once the buying and selling process is complete, the husband immediately holds a dinner for the architecture of their prospective home.
“Ri, this house is a birthday gift for his beloved wife cave,” said Tama after they ate a meal. “So, cave ask for help you design as your wife wishes cave.”
“Siap.” The man who came without the escort agreed.
A week later, Riyadh returned to visit when Tama was on foreign service. This time, the man came along with a young-faced man who introduced himself as,
“Aulia Adam, the architect in charge during the Riyadh pack is unfortunate.”
***
Tama
For months, Prasbuana was still held in Sydney. The legal case that the friend is facing is quite strange. Rajas who since the beginning was predicted most could help Prasbuana return to Indonesia, precisely unknown whereabouts and difficult to contact.
“Stay in LA now,” the light of Wisak when he and Riyadh visited the bachelor penthouse of the tajir. “The situation is not good anymore, Tam.”
The drag of conglomerates in two major cases that are rolling is quite worrying for many parties. Although the class names Rajas, Fidelis, Aston, will not be revealed in the media. But the option to save yourself early becomes the first choice. Who is willing to gamble in uncertainty. Only a hopeless person would dare to do so.
“If the name of the cave .. Rajas .. Armand, come out in the case you handled. What's your action, Tam?” Suddenly Wisak asked a strange question.
He remained silent for a long time, not answering.
“Your names may not appear.” He breathed heavily.
“The world is constantly changing, Tam.” Wisak laughs.
“Surename you guys lifetime security guarantee,” he continued with increasingly heavy breaths.
“Nothing lasts forever.” Wisak no longer laughs. “No lasting.”
Riyadh who had been listening quietly, now took a glass of Wisak drink. “Lu mix what drink?”
The whisper returned laughing. “Rajas no strong reason to move to LA. He has a wife to protect. While cave?”
Riyadh coded him to ignore the ramblings of Wisak.
“Cave repeat once again, Tam.” Wisak kicked the table. “If the names of the three of us appear, what is your action?”
Riyadh shakes. While he has no answer.
“TAMA! ARE YOU THERE!” yelled uncontrollable whisper.
He swallowed the saliva and began to get dizzy. “No name will appear. You have a lot of pawns to play."
