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CHAPTER 8. I'M NOT SATISFIED!

Blood Bond

"ASI's good, Mommy?"

Lodi nodded with a smile. Tone to the special house looking at him. I have not returned from Umrah. Now they are just the two.

The rain outside was pouring heavily. They were both at home. Uh, three. There's the baby. And suddenly, the power went out.

"You remember when it rained and the lights went out? We were just the two of us at that time, too" Lodi suddenly asked.

"Then the water suddenly entered the house. I'm scared to death" said Nada.

Both are silent. Their minds flew into the past many years. When they were kids. My mom and dad went out of town without taking them. Takziyah.

"You're out, it's raining really hard. Stay inside, flooded," muttered Lodi.

"My legs were still intact back then, so it could be deftly climbed the roof. Ma'am reminds me to bring food and drink."

"Yes. Fortunately Mr. Sobir came to help immediately, yes."

The two sisters laughed. I forgot about the dispute between the two of them.

"I brought you some vegetable leaves. It is not suitable to eat in this rain. But, for ASI's sake, how else?"

"Thank you."

Is it true that katuk leaves facilitate ASI? The author does not know exactly. But the love contained within it, something.

"May I carry your baby, Ma'am?"

Lodi replied by handing the baby over to Nada.

"He's handsome." Tone of speech while stroking the cheeks of the baby.

"Like his father."

Lodi's statement made Nada bow. His right hand moved to hold Lodi's hand.

"I'm sorry Tone, Ma'am."

Lodi took a long breath. Replace hand grasping Tone.

"He's good to you?"

'He rarely touches me. He doesn't like my tea. It is even possible to regret our marriage.'

"Yes. Thank goodness."

"Thank God. If he's messing around, I don't hesitate to treat him like Bondan."

"Mr ...."

Spontaneous Tone dropping into Lodi's body. Then hugged tightly. There are tears spilling.

Lodi returned the hug warmly.

"Already, Nad. I forgive you."

***

Ms. Suminah squeezed her hand. And many times correct the hijab that is right.

"Tenan, right. Lodi was born while we were here."

"That's it, ma'am don't worry. Let's go to the mosque. Praying in roudhoh."

Bu Suminah immediately looked for socks. Hurry up to follow the husband's steps. The distance to the Nabawi mosque is only 1 km. But it doesn't feel. The nuances of worship are so thick. Occasionally passing through a group of tame wild pigeons.

Reaching roudhoh is not easy. Let the people pray in the place of the mustajab. Lucky for Suminah to enter.

"Yes, ease the birth of Lodi. Yes, protect my children Melody and Nada. Get them both together, no matter what. Always take care of the love between them."

Bu Sum's tears flowed profusely chanting the prayer. Lodi and Nada are not her real children. They're Inayah's children. Mr. Bardi's second wife.

"Sir, I'm taking my kids."

Inayah is the mother of Nada and Lodi. Stage 4 bowel cancer forced him to say the phrase. Lodi is still three years old, while Nada is still red, only 3 months old.

"You'll be healthy, In. During the treatment, the children were with me. If you are healthy, we will be together again."

Only four months Inayah survived. Lodi and Nada become strays. But only formally. Their souls remain filled with the affection of Bu Suminah. Till now.

"You also pray for Nada, don't you, sir?"

Mr. Bardi nodded. "certain."

"I really hope the two of them get along well like they used to."

Mr. Bardi clasped his wife's hand.

***

Ms. Suminah really can't wait to get home.

"We have a grandson, sir."

"Yes, Mom. You're already a grandmother. But still beautiful."

"Ah, dreadlocks."

The laughter of the two broke.

"You know what I want most right now, sir?"

"Brand and incandescent?"

Bu Sum shook his head. "That's you, sir. Senenge."

"What is it, Mom?"

"Seeing the Lodi and Tone of the Shaman."

"Your prayers are answered soon, ma'am."

"Ah, you know."

"Yes."

"You know why?"

Bu Sum shook his head.

"Because I've always been so happy with you."

The corner of Bu Sum's lips was raised upwards.

"Bapak ngrayu continues. Kangen huh?"

"Kok know?"

Bu Sum pinched her husband's hand slowly. The journey home was exhausting. Transit in Kuala Lumpur for 2 hours.

"I can't wait to see my grandchild" said Ms. Sum.

"Patience, Mom. It's been on schedule, right?"

"Yes, sir."

They both arrived at Ahmad Yani bakda airport. Actually want to hurry home. But because with the group, so keep stopping here even for a while.

"Assalamualaik."

Bu Sum and Mr. Bardi arrived at the house of the isya. Around 8 o'clock, not too late.

"Waalaikum salam."

Nada opens the door.

"Lho, are you here, Nduk?"

"Yes, Mom. Kasian Mbak Lodi himself. I learned to take care of a little baby. I'll give birth soon too."

"Mashalloh."

Bu Sum hugged the flower.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you, You answered my prayer immediately. Without pause."

Bardi hugged both of them.

"Alhamdulillah."

***

Want to know someone's true nature? Travel with. Or trading.

"Mbak Lodi, someone claimed to be named Hendar. He was angry because the number of shirts was not on order" Juki said on the phone.

Since giving birth, Lodi rarely goes to the kiosk. He believes in Juki and Zula.

"Hendars? Getting angry? Not mistaken?"

"He insisted on bringing a shirt. But I'm forbidden."

"I'm there. You stay there, Juki."

Lodi rushed to the stall. It took about 30 minutes. The baby is left to the mother for a moment.

"Where's Hendar?"

"Oh Lodi, he's angry. Zula horrified. It's a good thing there's Mas Juki."

Lodi looked at Juki.

"Pak Hendar is angry because the number of shirts is less. Then force to take the rest. I'm forbidden. Get angry, and get away."

"You didn't ask for an HP number?"

"He is not ready to give. He said he wanted to call Mommy."

"What the hell would he want? He broke the promise. How is he angry?"

Lodi in kiosk. Check the pile of shirts that have lived half. Still 100 kodi. Juki's dexterity is what helps. Market. Contacting craftsmen asking for exchange of goods.

"Bak Lodi wants a lotek?"

Juki thrust out two packs of lotteries. One for Lodi. One for Zula. There is also warm tea.

"Where are you, Juk?"

"Juki diligently fasting sunah, Ma'am," said Zula.

Zula and Lodi eat together. Delights.

Tuttt

Tuttt

Tuttt

Mother called.

"Ah, is little Dawn fussy?"

"Lodi, here's your friend at home. Holding."

"Handary?"

Zula and Juki who were still at the stall looked at Lodi.

"Why Mr. Hendar, Ma'am?"

"He's going home. I don't know what it wants."

"Pay the lotek first, Ma'am. Later Juki will accompany when he meets Mr. Hendar."

"Agree," said Zula steady. "So it was horrified. Let Juki accompany Lodi's mother. If Mr. Hendar macem-macem, Juki let me intervene."

"Is that? I know that Hendar is not very. But fine. Come on Juki, accompany me."

"Shyapp."

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