So TKW
Section 59
Three days later
Madam Adeeba has just returned home with her husband, Mr. Khabeer. After his departure with Laila at that time, he did not give any more news or just ask about the state of Oomar, his son. All I know is that he and his family are very happy to party for days, after the holidays. That has become their habit.
But really she is a strange mother if at all do not think about the state of her child. That's madam or an Arab.
"Yes Noorah, how are you?" he smiled friendly. Behind him, Mr. Khabeer was busy carrying several suitcases containing their clothes.
"Good, madam. Can I help you get the goods, sir?" I approached Mr. Khabeer who was troubled. He glanced briefly at his wife, like asking for approval, then turned to me.
"Oh, no, No, Noorah!" he replied, I know the aura of a 'fearful husband wife' lingering in his mind, He is afraid of his wife's madam. Hii ...
"Madam, are you having fun?" ask pleasantries. He only wanted to know about Abdul Ro'uf.
"Yes, that's it." she replied as she placed her ass over the living room sofa.
"Hm, Yes Noorah, are you busy?"
"No, madam. Do you want something to eat?"
"No, umh ... Noorah, go get Oomar to the park"
"For what, madam?" I scrunched my forehead. Why he told me to leave, weird. Unusually.
"Away around maybe"
"But Oomar just slept, madam"
"What's wrong. Take him in his chariot, and go now, pliiis..."
"Yes, okay..."
****
Sometimes I don't understand the woman's mind. Bizarrely. His son slept, but he told me to go for a walk in the park. It's two o'clock in the afternoon. And the air is pretty hot. Although surrounded by a green garden but still the sun shines very hot.
"Hi, Oomar.does your mother and father want to make a new sister for you, so he does not want to be disturbed, hm.." I invite to talk to the baby who is still asleep, then smile, amused. Thinking of those who are now both in the apartment. My mind drifted into a lot of things.
Because Oomar never woke up too, and I was also confused about what to do. I finally opened the phone. Fortunately, Madam told me to take her.
I stared at the screen for a long time, until it turned dark. Unknowingly the shadow of the face is visible on the screen. The worse acne made my face more red and oily. I saw some that felt enlarged, especially on the chin and cheeks, and felt sore when sweating. Even though the time in the homeland is not as bad as now. Maybe it's a different weather effect.
"Uh ... Aw.. It hurts so bad it's me
grimacing itself. When trying to squeeze some pimples that have enlarged, to remove pus accompanied by blood.
I saw the clock on the phone, apparently it was past the ashar time. I finally decided to go home, when several people began to fill the park.
"how Ya Noorah, did you enjoy it" said madam, as I had just put a stroller into the house.
"Eum, uh he's madam. Until sleepy I was so bored" I replied shyly. then I glanced at a glance madam. Still in that shirt when he arrived. Her husband was sitting at a desk near the dining room.
'hm.. I thought they were ngaoa-ngaoain, deuh.' I decided to go to the room while holding Oomar.
****
"Madam, how's Miss Laila doing?" ask me when I serve dinner.
"She's good" Madam was preparing to sit next to her husband.
"Then, Mr. Abdul Ro'uf..?" I didn't continue my question, afraid he thought I was too brave.
"She's good too, and she's back home"
"Oh .. thank God, madam" I sighed in relief.
"Why are you asking, Noah?"
"No madam, just curious"
"You don't expect him to come back to you Khan.Noorah...?"
"Oh, no-no. That's not what I mean madam..."
"Dam,"
"I just don't want Miss Laila to think I'm with Mr. Abdul Ro'uf" I replied slowly.
