
On an independent cash bridge, Mr. Fajar looks like he just pulled some money. Quite a lot of it seems, until the wallet bulges. I don't know what for. Maybe for Adel's hospital fee. When he just came out of the ATM, Mr. Fajar's phone rang. He stopped his sight, and reached into the cell phone in his pocket.
*charm. Why would that jerk call everything? Want to be a hero again*?
“Halo, assalamu’alaikum” greet sir Fajar.
“Wa’alaikum greetings. Dawn, how are you?” answer the caller from across there.
“Alhamdulillah, healthy. How are you, Mam?” answer mr. Fajar. His voice was made as if nothing had ever happened between them.
“Alhamdulillah, healthy too. Busy again, no?”
“Oh, no. Abis from the ATM, this is. How-how?”
“Workshop is still smooth, right?”
*Cih, use it smoothly what not. Very good*
“Lancar” reply mr. Dawn. As much as she could suppress her emotions.
“All repairs I've done. According to your input. Order ngetengan also I layanin” continued Mr. Fajar. The tone of his voice he made was exactly as he usually talked to the Imam.
“Alhamdulillah” comments mr. Dawn, give thanks. But then a moment of silence.
“Why?” ask Mr. Fajar.
“Aduh, how to say, yes?”
“What's up, mam? Rich talk to anyone aj”
“Eeemm” pak Imam is still heard hanging sentences.
“Gini, Jar. The real weight is talking about this. But I think, you should know. let there be no misunderstanding between us” continued Imam.
*Cih, misunderstand me? Yes, I misjudged. What I thought was bang\*\*\*, it was a hero. What I said was hero, it was bang\*\*\* that was actually*.
“Why the hell? Very heavy like?” ask Mr. Fajar.
“Sorry yes, Jar. I can't support you anymore” replied Mr. Imam.
“Loh. Meanin? Why?” asked Mr. Fajar as if he was really shocked.
“Yes, I can't order with you anymore”
“Why, Mam? Your consumer was disappointed, same NG yesterday?”
“Not, Jar. Your product is good. Cuman, “
“Why?”
“I don't play home furniture anymore. My day source I transfer for office furniture. The prospect is safer than home. Especially in the digital era like this”
“Oh? Well. Not one, Mam?” ask Mr. Fajar. The tone is made like a beat. Like the people in the HK. His face was red and he was fed up.
“Yes that way, Jar. Very sory, huh? not good at me, actually. But, “
“Yes, no papa. Don't feel rich that's all! Kaya aja” sahut mr. Fajar.
“Yes you are no one else, Jar. If anyone else, I do not think” replied Imam.
*Tikus. Not anyone else? Abis why am I a garbage bag, keep saying I'm not someone else? Anj*\*\*\*
“Hemmhh. Weight, really. But how to do again” comment Mr. Fajar, pretend sad.
“Thank you, you've been helping me this whole time. Wishing you success in the new field it” continued Mr. Fajar.
“I'm sorry, Jar. I also doain all the best for you” replied Imam.
“Still, yes”
“OK. That's it, Jar. Assalamualaikum”
“Wa’alaikum salam”
*I don't need a prayer from a damned human like you. The trash bag you said? I'll show you who the trash bags really are. Remember that Mam*!
***
Arriving at the hospital, Budi immediately walked in without asking again. Sandi followed without asking. He handed the plastic bag containing the fruits to Sephia. He felt bad that he gave up the fruits.
Arriving at Adel's nursery door, the door opened. Some people came out of that room. They were Adel's neighbors. Just say hello and come in. But the atmosphere turned stiff, after Budi saw who was beside Adel's bed.
“Wow. Look, look, look! Who's coming, buddy?” the word Sandi refers to the person who is next to Adel.
But Budi prefers to salim at Bu Lusi, and salutes Madina. Sandi did the same.
“You haven't changed, huh?” comments from lusi.
“But I deeply regret my stupidity first, Mom. Sorry I” Password.
“Yes, yes, yes. Everyone has the right to change” replied bu Lusi.
“How are you, Luk?” sapa Budi's.
He extended his hand to Luki. Adel was wrong with his behavior.
“Oh, fine. Fine, mas” replied Luki stuttered. He welcomed Budi's hand.
“Udah long?” ask again.
“Oh, yes. Five minutes” replied Luki still with stuttering.
“Gugup that, lu? Wh why? Do you know him?” ask Sandi to Luki.
“Ndi” reprimand bu Lusi. Sandi smiled hearing the reprimand.
Adel was confused as to what to answer. After all, for Adel, Luki is also a guest here.
“We eat first, mas Luki” sahut bu Lusi mediate the stiffness that occurs.
“Ee, no need ma'am, thanks. I should have brought it, but, “
“UHUK, UHUK”
Suddenly the cipher coughed. All eyes were turned on him. He went outside and coughed again.
“I go straight, bu” continued Luki.
“Ya Alloh, away from solo just begurin aja” said bu Lusi.
“Mother, can aja. Pamit yes, bu”
Luki salutes bu Lusi. Not forgetting he greeted Adel, even in the shadow of Budi's eyes.
“I said yes, mas” said to Luki on Budi. I was confused what to answer.
“Oh, yes. Ati-ati's. Thanks yes, nengokin Adel” replied Budi, finally.
“Assalamu’alaikum”
“Wa’alaikum salam”
The atmosphere still felt stiff, even though Luki had already walked out of the room. His voice spoke for a moment with Sandi. I don't know what they're talking about. It didn't sound clear from inside the room.
“Finally” chirps Adel. Suddenly Budi twisted his body, facing Adel's face.
“Finally Tata can see abram's jealous face. Ha ha ha ha's. Funny also turned out” continued Adel answered a questionable gaze from Budi.
“Ta!” reprimand Budi while ruffled. Everyone laughed at Budi's embarrassed expression.
“Haihi. I think Adel is the same, Bud. Than the same snot boy it” comments Sandi. All attention was on him. Bu Lusi chuckled.
“But, papa he's his biggest customer father. Please respect him! Mostly don't poke her!” sahut Adel's.
“I? Nodding her? Underwork. Mending nyolek Dina” replied Sandi. Sontak Sephia glared at him.
“Eh, he he he he. Phia, jing. Adoow”
Everyone laughed seeing Sandi in pain with the sephia pinch. No exception with Budi, although still jealous, but he was happy to get full support from his best friend.
“Mbak, this is a little bit of a hand from us” said Sephia as she went forward giving her the black plastic she was carrying.
“Ya Alloh, thanks Nat” replied Adel.
“Din, What's the fruit of the hand? Banana?” ask Madina.
“Hempf” Sephia chuckles at Budi's silly question.
“Ha ha ha ha ha” Madina instead laughs ngakak.
“That's figurative, Abram. Make it a shame, ih” said Adel while pinching spoiled Budi's arm.
“How-to Sandi. Each lesson sir Gratitude ngajakin bolos mulu” complained Budi. Sephia chuckled again.
“What hand is it, Ndi?” continue Budi.
“Tau. Kan gua truant ama lo” replied Sandi. Everyone laughed when they heard that answer.
“It was figurative, mas Budi” said Madina answered Budi's question.
“That means?”
“By-by” replied Madina half laughing.
“Oh. Rich chest, is that it?”
“Abraaam” exciting Adel.
“Eh, fruit lip ding. Adooows. Ja. Ampuun” ralat Budi while strangling in pain pinched Adel. Ms. Lusi just shook her head to see the behavior of the child and his future son-in-law.
“By the way, sir Dawn where, ma'am?” ask Sandi. All the attention was on him.
“Eh, my mother is the same Princess also where, bu?” Be willing to ask.
“Nah, right. Mikirin breastfed, so no ngeh his mother ngak there” comments bu Lusi.
*PLAAK*
“Aduh”
Adel glared after slapping spoiled Budi's arm. Just when I looked at him.
“Your mother same Princess again pray. If you again take money to ATM” replied Bu Lusi.
“Whose father?” ask Budi with a surprised face.
“The father is Adel, lah” replied bu Lusi.
“Hufft” Budi breathed a sigh of relief.
Adel laughed without a sound. He remembered the story of Budi who was haunted by the voice of his late father.
“Budi, don't be naughty with Adel, yes!” adel said imitating the voice of a man.
“Nduk” reprimand bu Lusi, right when Budi rattled his waist in the direction of Adel. Everyone laughed at their behavior.
In my heart I feel happy. Because his jokes always hit Adel's heart. He feels happy to make Adel always smile, even laugh, even though his body is not okay. They talked for a while.
After a long time, Sandipun said goodbye to go home. Feeling part of the Adel family, Budi took the initiative to deliver Sandi and Sephia to the front door of the hospital. All of you are talking about a plan to go after Stevani's bodyguard.