The Enchantment of Madam

Day 4 [During]

His name is Galih, one of the investors who dared to plant shares in Mr. Bobby's company. Of course he looked happy even many times he hugged his wife when we were all gathered in the living room.

"Father and Mother are not going to London, dong?" ask the Gothic ma'am in between their chat.

"Be, Honey. We will develop the business there because in our own country can not promise," said Mr. Bobby who made a moody expression on the face of Mbak Gothic.

"Honey, we can still video call" said Mrs Sintia while rubbing her daughter's cheek.

I just kept quiet. Paying attention to every expression of the people in this living room, including my wife who looks sad.

Until finally Mbak Gothic say goodbye to both parents who had planned a departure to London already far away he said.

Guests named Galih have been home since half an hour ago and now time almost leads to the number nine nights.

"Yes, I'm welcome home, Dad, Bund," said Miss Gothic while hugging her parents alternately.

"Be careful, honey. We left after dawn from home" Mrs Sintia told her daughter. "Levine, take good care of my daughter!"

"Ready, Mistress!"

"Well, I'm home now, Bund. I doain the best and may you always be in good health" said Mba Gotik before we were in the car.

It is now quiet even though the rain has stopped. However, I saw another rain from inside the car. The speck had drenched the white cheeks of the Gothic Mbak, a local rain that only drenched his cheeks.

I stopped the speed of the vehicle and spontaneously I framed the face of the Gothic Sister, then wiped her tears with the thumb of her hand.

"Crying, if with a cry Mbak can be a little calm," I said while looking at him.

"Eitz! But not for five minutes, huh?!" I pointed my index finger in front of his face exactly like someone who was scolding a child.

"Kok, just a jerk?" gothic mother who sounded like she was about to cry.

"If you want to cry five minutes, more than that the threat remains the same. Tau, right, what's the threat?" ask me while raising one eyebrow.

Gothic ma'am doesn't seem to want to waste the time I've been given. He cried with a loud voice.

I chose to drive the car instead of someone thinking I kidnapped a girl in the car.

After five minutes I finally pulled the car back, then glanced at Mbak Gothic and it turns out the tissue was scattered in the seat and the area he was sitting in.

"Stop!" I said that made the cry of the Gothic Mother stop, but not with her sobbing.

"It's not five minutes, Le."

"Udah."

"No, Lele," he whined as if he wanted to cry again.

"Bak want us to go through tonight on our honeymoon, huh?!"

A pair of Gothic mama's eyes looked at me then she shook her head.

"Therefore do not need to cry again, later the eyes of the more swollen."

"But I still want to cry, Lelee." The Gothic ma'am still whines.

I pulled his arm until the body of the Gothic Mother was in my arms. I don't know why I would want to see him smile without crying. I just want to see him smile, laugh happily. I don't want to see the roar of tears drenching her cheeks except tears of happiness someday.

I clenched it tighter until finally the arms of the Gothic Mother came coiling on my back.

I don't know how long we hugged until finally the sobs disappeared.

"Sorry," I said as I let go of a hug.

"That's okay," he answered while tucking his hair in his ear.

***

I see sadness on the face of Gothic Ma'am. Especially at this time we are not active in the office so I must always see his gloomy face.

No, I'm not upset with him. I felt like I was the one who failed to comfort him. Despite not laughing, at least heard her screams and the mainstay words that could be thrown at me; 'snaj!' this word I finally miss.

From morning to evening, Mrs Gotik just shut herself in her room, whether she does anything from morning to dusk scratches the sky with a beautiful orange. However, the Gothic ma'am was still lingering inside there.

"Mr?" I called him while knocking on the door.

"Yes, Le," she replied sounding limp.

"Can I come in?"

"Come on, I'm not the key."

I pushed open the door of the Gothic Mother's room and saw her lying on the bed with her body wrapped in a blanket.

"Mbak why?"

"We're going to the hospital!" I grabbed his body. However, the hands of the Gothic Mother seemed to hinder me.

Gothic ma'am shakes.

"Why?" I asked in wonder.

"I'm fine, really, I'm just––" he replied in a weak voice then stopped and changed with a rumbling stomach voice.

I smile.

"From this time Alda came here to bring food no mbak eat?"

Gothic ma'am shakes.

I who was still staring at his face was only able to take a deep breath and then exhale slowly. Wanting to be angry because he behaved like a child, but the sense that somehow even more telling me to always be gentle with him.

Oh my God, why am I like this? I'm the cuey why is it this weak in front of him?

"Wait here!" I said then get up from the edge of his bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To the kitchen for a moment."

I walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Arriving in the kitchen immediately took a medium-sized tray.

"Mas Levine what else?" Alda's voice was heard greeting me as I took the rice from Magicom.

"Take a meal for Mbak Gothic" I replied without turning my head.

"Let me help" he bargained, but I refused.

"No, it's almost done."

I set everything on a medium-sized tray after the food and mineral water had been served I took it away from the kitchen.

"Mas! Let me take you!" Alda offered his services again, but I refused.

"Why, anyway, did Mas always reject my offer?!" resounding.

I turned around and looked at her annoyed face. Even his lips looked bent exactly like someone who was angry at his partner.

"Lu trance?" many wonder.

"No." Alda shakes.

"Then, why are you acting like someone who is upset with me? Though you should be seneng because your work I handle."

Alda fell silent then bowed without any words. I chose to leave because my priority was only the Gothic Sister who had become my wife.

"Eat, huh? I'm bribing you" I said, scooping up the rice and vegetables.

The Gothic mother complied and opened her mouth. Bribe after mouthful of rice had slid into his mouth and inhabited the stomach that had been empty out of nowhere.

"Is there paracetamol?" my many.

"There, in the nightstand drawer," replied the Gothic Sister, pointing at the white nightstand next to the bed.

I opened and found a heat-lowering drug. I gave him a drink immediately.

"I don't want to, I'm healthy, really," he said, though his lips still looked pale.

"Mending to drink paracetamol or––" My sentence is not over, but the paracetamol in hand is immediately struck by Gothic Mbak. It didn't even require much drama, the medicine was gone he swallowed.

"Udah! Don't threaten me anymore" he said, which made me anxious.

"Yes, Mother is sleeping so that her body can rest" I said.

There is no rebuttal. He turned his body and turned his back on me.

I'm still sitting around looking at the Gothic Ma'am. I don't know how many hours I'm still holding on to the bedside chair of the Gothic Mother while checking her forehead.

I don't know, it's a check to how much and I'm grateful that finally the temperature on the forehead of the Gothic Mbak is currently almost stable.

The body felt tired, especially the eyes that felt sticky made me almost fall from the chair because it was almost asleep.

"Thank you, huh, Le?" There was the voice of the Gothic ma'am.

I who had been sleepy finally smiled and was certainly happy because the Gothic Sister spoke sounded so sweet and sounded sincere. Especially when the body of the Gothic Mother moved to be facing me.

"Well, it turns out that he was struggling" I said with fleshy lips when I realized that sweet speech was just a babble in his subconscious with his eyes closed perfectly.