Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

Behind a pack of pecel rice

Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

The Part 67

It has been almost five days he was admitted to the hospital, his condition has been very improved, even if there is nothing to worry about anymore, tomorrow or the day after he can go home soon.

After letting go of my worries about father, now my worry is moving to Mas Damar. For almost five days there was no news from him, even I had time to contact Arin, ask him news about him, Arin said, the man has not come home, not even once calling home, where you are, and not even, Mas's? What's wrong with you?

"Queen, bengong aja," said Zakki who suddenly came.

"Eh, Zakk. Is the morning really coming?"

"Yes, because you can't take care of it last night, I'm even thinking and can't sleep, so after dawn I came straight here."

Last night, I told Zakki to go home. Some days the man insisted on taking care of the father. I do change guard with mother, if morning hinngga noon, mother who will take care of father, while I go home to rest and clean the house.

Zakki never went a day, no matter what the fate of his work. Sometimes I think Zakki's good nature is too much for a friend's size. However, I could not deny his presence was very helpful to me, even he willingly picked up mom and me.

"Nih, on the road earlier I saw there was a rice pecel, very crowded. Usually, if there are lots of delicious, so stop by. Eat, huh?" continue while giving a packet of rice and warm tea.

"Yes, if it's good, if it turns out there's tuyulen iler, how?" Zakki frowned, probably confused by my words.

"tillean means?"

"Yes there's a message. People say that."

"Ish, an age like this still believes that. From tuyul's iler, we're mending swallow bird's drool, making money."

"Ah, yes, usually doctors do not believe the same things like that," my lips that make Zakki laugh.

"Not to believe it, Queen. But if we are guided by such a thing, the fall will be even idolaters. I believe exactly how you say, the proof is I want to try the science of pellets, if you know it can blow you," he replied while giggling.

"That belief is the same as the Gusti of God, if you believe me as a monk, after all you don't need to be dipelet, you will continue to eat later and also melt yourself."

"really? okay cepet exhausted, later I buy another food again," said Zakki enthusiastically.

I reflexively hit her shoulder. Did I think my stomach was a mill?

In the middle of our conversation, from afar it was seen that the mother came with a bushy meal. Indeed, the mother always brought provisions from home, in addition to eating her own food, the father also often joined the rice lunch, bored of hospital food, he said.

"Assalammualaikum, Nduk," greetings mother.

"Waalaikumsalam" answered Zakki and I in unison.

I stood up to grab Mom's hand, followed by Zakki by doing the same.

"Switch, ngapunten nggeh, it was not picked up, the end is already the same mother's child," guyon Zakki who made the mother laugh, I could not step on his feet.

The man screamed, Bebay, it shouldn't hurt that much.

"Saras, ora ilok ngunu nduk, not polite," my mother scolded me.

"Norgh, Buk. This mother's child is indeed a little barbaric, fortunately, dear," replied Zakki again, now he is more alert to immediately hide behind the mother's body, afraid of being pushed again.

"Wes .. wes, you're like little kids. Comein! I brought food."

"Saras has been bought with buk rice, same Zakki. It's pecel rice, do you want it?" tanyaku while carrying a kresek bag.

"Saras has not been laper, ma'am, we entered first, just as Saras left the father again to sleep, maybe now it is awake."

Mom nodded in agreement, Me, Zakki and Mom entered the room. Ternyta the father had woken up from his sleep, the man was sitting facing the window, the son of disobedience was me, the father was awake but I was even engrossed outside.

"Asslammualaikum, sir."

"Waalaikumsalam," said the greeting of the mother replied to the father.

"Piye kasae, sir? Got any?" ask me as I approach my father.

I took over the parcel that mom brought, arranged it on the table. Whether I should be grateful or what, Juragan Ipan not only paid in full for up to a week, he even gave the number one room to the father. Wow enough facilities for us. The more we owe him.

"Alhamdulillah wes delicious, Mom. Mr. wes bosen, go home now can't you, yes, ma'am?" sulapak pak to mom.

"Well, yeah, I can't, sir. Maybe wes feels good, but if the doctor has not yet ngijinin, yes patient ae, sir."

Zakki approached the father, holding his wrist.

"Sir, his chest is still tight if he's breathing?" tanyanya held her wrist.

"No, Son Zakki. Wes's all well on this father's body."

"What's wrong, sir? goddamn lying, you know. If it's good, Zakki will help talk to his doctor. My pulse is also stable. Maybe it can be accelerated home," explained Zakki who made the father.

"Isn't papa, Zakki boy?" ask Mom to make sure.

"God willing, Buk. The ultimate health of the patient lies in his heart and spirit. If you are bored here, and the situation is better, you will go home. How to know by getting together with your family recovery so much faster."

My mother and I heard Zakki's explanation.

"Sir, Buk, maybe this is not the right time, but there is something I need to say" said Zakki.

Lelali iti now put on a serious face, she was standing next to my father's bed. I, who had originally arranged the bushel to eat my father, paused for a moment and watched the man.

"If you and I'm blessed, I want to propose to Saras" said Zakki steadily.

At first glance I can see the faces of the mother and father who immediately brightened. Me alone? Directly tensed. Since when? since when does Zakki keep the flavor on me? So all this time his words were serious?

Duh, Gusti, what am I supposed to do? Anywhere, Zakki has played an important role in my life, so what about Mas Damar? My heart is already attached to him. And Juragan Ipan? How would Zakki react if she found out that guy proposed to me too?

Gusti, back when I asked for a companion, you sent Alvin the pebble got aside times, the eleven-twelve man with the stumped crocodile. Now, when I find a man who makes me comfortable, you put me in a very difficult choice.

Give your guidance, O Allah.

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Whoa, Mar! Damar! where're you? Noh, Saras again stabbed with a pack of pecel😂😂 rice

Hayoloh, Tim Damar again these murmurs.

Happy reading first, I want breakfast, so strong run just want you guys hit😂😂

kiss far to all of you😘😘