The Crown that Be snatched

Sadness bu Tari

On the sidelines of his chewing, Bu Tari looked at Vika fixedly. Vika was staring at the table. But his mind was not with him. I don't know what Vika is thinking right now, Miss Tari has no idea.

"Vika, you why the hell, than just daydreaming? what are you thinking, son?" ask Bu Tari.

Vika who was asked was silent. It seemed like he did not hear Ms. Tari's words.

"Vika," Miss Tari raised her voice which made Vika flinch.

"Eh, yes Ma. What's up?"

"Why are you, son? why are you dreaming. From the moment Mama spoke, you weren't horrified huh?"

Vika smile.

"What did Mama say?" ask Vika relax.

Bu Tari sighed deeply.

"Your mother told you to drink. Mama wants to drink again," said Ms. Tari.

Vika smiled when she saw her mother's glass was empty.

"Oh. Say dong from earlier," said Vika while grabbing the glass on the table.

After that, Vika got up from her seat. He went to the kitchen to get his mother a drink.

A little while later, Vika had already returned to the dining room, carrying a glass of water.

"This is Ma" said Vika as she placed the glass filled with water in front of her mother sitting.

"There are still many Vik," said Bu Tari.

Vika nodded. After that he sat back in his chair. While Bu Tari drank the water up to half a glass. Ms. Tari then put the glass back on the table.

"Vik, take mama to yuk's room!"

"Oh yes Ma. I want to call Bik Ijah first. Want to tell him to finish the dinner table."

Miss Dance nodded her head." Yes, Vik."

Vika then goes to the back to call Ijah's bik.

"Bik Ijah's... Bik Ijah...!" exclaim Vika.

A while later, Ijah's bik approached Vika who was already standing in the kitchen.

"Bik, please finish the dining table. Then the rest of the food, put it in the refrigerator as usual."

Bik Ijah nodded.

"Good Miss Vika."

After calling Bik Ijah, Vika then returned to the dining room. Without taking long, she had already pushed her mother's wheelchair all the way to her mother's room.

Arriving in the room, Vika helps her mother to climb into bed. After Bu Tari sat on her bed, Vika looked at Bu Tari's face.

"Mama, I slept. Mama don't have to think about it. Let my mom recover quickly and walk normally again. I want mama back again like before, can walk, can do anything by herself, and do not need the help of others," said Vika while looking at her mother's face fixed.

Vika's hopes for her mother to recover. Ms. Tari has been in a wheelchair for years because of her stroke.

There are various ways Vika does for her mother's healing.

Starting from alternative medicine to doctor's treatment. But maybe God does not want Miss Tari to be healed.

Vika was surprised to see her mother shed her tears.

"Sorry mama yes, because mama has a lot of trouble you with Rama," said Bu Tari sadly.

"Mama don't talk like that. I don't feel any repotinated at all. It's my duty as a child to take care of her sick parents" Vika said.

Vika was surprised when suddenly Bu Tari cried as much as she could in front of him.

"This mother is useless. From the past until now, it's always been troublesome for you Vika."

"Mama, don't cry Ma. Vika loves mom. Mama's the only parent I have. I have no one but my mom. I want my mom to heal quickly because I am not ready to lose my mom" said Vika while wiping her mother's tears.

Ma'am Dance smiled. He was moved by Vika's words. Very rarely Vika says things like this. usually Vika is also always indifferent to her mother.

Ms. Tari was surprised when she suddenly saw Vika's facial expression change. He looked cheerful, but suddenly he became moody.

"Why you?" ask Miss Dance to Vika.

Vika suddenly shed her tears.

"I'm okay, Ma. I'm just sad again."

"Sad why?"

"Mas Rama has changed Ma. He is not like before" said Vika while wiping her tears.

"Change how? your relationship with Rama is good." Bu Tari looked at Vika.

"No Ma. Actually, there is something that makes Mas Rama change very much with me. But I don't know what has changed Mas Rama" Vika explained.

"Since I came back from Bali, she changed very much with me. She's so cold with me Ma. He rarely talks to me. Until this moment, he is also still very cold," continued Vika.

"Prophe Vik, maybe Rama is tired. You should know him dong. He has to work every day in the office. Take care of this and that. Just like your old dad. He does too. But my mom always said it. Sometimes mama often asked your father why he was more silent when at home, he said he was tired. Yes, mama pijit aja papa you. You once gave Rama Vik's attention."

"That's it Ma." Vika tries to digest all of her mother's words.

"Yes. Or Rama could still be upset with you. Because he has stayed often. Especially in staying on a trip to Bali for up to a week. You should be introspection Vika. You see yourself, have you paid more attention to your husband or not? maybe Rama sulks because you go to Bali for up to a week," continued Bu Tari gave advice to Vika.

Vika pouting.

"That's it, Mas Rama who just don't have time for me. I'm in the bosen house but Mas Rama is not at all sensitive to being a man. Yes, I'm staying for a holiday to Bali."

"Yes, now you sleep there, Vik. It's night. Mama's also fucking Vik."

"Yes. Then mommy sleeps too."

Ms. Tari nodded. He then laid his body on his bed.

Vika grabbed the blanket and lifted the blanket until it covered Bu Tari's chest.

Before leaving Bu Tari's room, Vika kisses Bu Tari's forehead. After that he got up from his seat and stepped away leaving his mother's room.

Vika closed the door to her mother's room. Then he went upstairs to his room.

Vika opened the door of her room slowly. He then entered the room and closed the door to his room again. Vika looked around. Rama did not see him in the room.

"Mas Rama where. I think he's asleep. But why isn't he in the room, yeah,"

Water rattles were heard from inside the bathroom. Vika smiled when she found out that her husband was now in the bathroom.

"I think Mas Rama is sound. But it turns out he was in the bathroom," said Vika.

She then walked up to her bed while waiting for her husband to come out of the bathroom.