The Her Wedding Dress

CH9 - We love Mom

Bu Sri chose to be guarded by Malik, Indira

and also Akbar. Luckily tomorrow is a day off for school children. Akbar

closed on the sofa while Indira lay her head on her lap

Akbar.  Malik sat down next to his mother

looking at the face of his mother who was asleep.  Malik smiled for a moment at the skin on his face

his mother is wrinkled. But a moment later, malik's eyes began to

glazed.

He began to think about how his mother struggled.

As an orphan, from childhood his mother had to sell cakes to

financed school. After marrying his father, his mother's happiness

it did not last long. 3 years after the birth of Malik, his mother had to be willing

losing a newborn baby girl. A few years later, the

dad left because he was a hit-and-run victim. Since then, her mother has

working hard to be a father and mother for himself even with

diseases that gnawed at the body of Bu Sri. But never Malik

he heard his mother complain.

Tears began to drip from the corner of Malik's eyes. It

intentionally not removing her tears because she did not want to take off

his mother's hand. Malik cried in silence, no one knew how much

it broke his heart to see his mother lying helplessly on the patient's bed.

“Bu, Malik scared.. Malik Gabisa's away from Mom.

I don't get sick, it's better that Malik is sick than to have to look at Mom like

ini”.

The falling water becomes bigger and bigger,

Malik lowered his head, sobbing as he imagined the fear

within him. When he felt his mother move her hand, Malik immediately

raise his head.

“What are you saying Malik's cry?” Bu Sri rubbed

the head of his favorite son. With calmness, Bu Sri smiled faintly. His smile was like trying to say that he was already okay.

“Malik scared mom.. Malik takuutt's.” Malik stood up

and hugged the frail body of his mother who lay. Malik's cry woke up

Indira and Akbar are sleeping on the sofa. Indira and Akbar direct

approaching Bu Sri who was hugging his son

“Blow gapapa?” Akbar asked worriedly

holding the foot of Sri Bu. Malikpun immediately released his embrace and wiped off the water

eyes that had washed his face

“Gapapa. Gapapa's mother. It's Malik again

aja. Today's mom temenin bobo huh. You guys don't go far. Sleeping next to mom

here yes.”

Hearing Bu Sri's pinta, Akbar immediately took

two more folding chairs for himself and Indira. Malik and Indira sat next to each other

right, and Akbar sat on the left side of the bed. Malik never took off

hold his mother's hand, while Indira and Akbar take turns massaging her legs.

“Son, you three are well-rounded. The get along, though,

don't fight on. Malik and Akbar keep Indira. If you can, Mother

indira later married either Malik or Akbar. But if not

mate, no matter what happens, I hope the three of you stay like this ya”

Bu Sri rubbed their heads in turn. These three kids just nodded

slow down. No one refused or denied Bu Sri's request.

Look at the tears coming out of the corner of Mom's eyes

Sri made Indira hurt. Mother whom she loved more than Mother

his birth gave them great hope. Indira began to throw

his silly words, hoping that the tears would soon dry up and change with

warm smile of Ms Sri.

“buk, ibuk can shadow ga if later neng

same as Akbar? Must have been a lot of broken dishes. Not because of the fight, but

because of Akbar's voice the same neng that this flattened hahaha”

“Your voice ndi the cramped. That's my voice

renowned. It would be troublesome if I was famous” Sahut Akbar did not accept

“Me whats up. Keep it up, if you say

neng married Malik. Uhhh must be airing at home will be cold because of

malik shock. We will continue to fight every day, yes

lik?? But then think about it, want to marry Malik what Akbar ”

“don't. If you were my wife, I

gabakalan jutek again. I will be the best husband in the world. Keep on you

klepek will fall in love with me. Haha”

Their silly chatter about marriage makes

madam Sri smiled. This warmth will always be missed. The tears

just soaking their cheeks now changed with a beautiful smile.

“Your dear mother.”

Despite speaking softly, Sri's voice can

heard by these three teenagers. With their compact and wide smiles

answer

“We also love Ibuk..” Alternate them

hugging and kissing Bu Sri's forehead.

As it was entering the middle of the night, the atmosphere began

deserted. They return to their respective positions. Indira and Akbar sat down and fell asleep

on the left side of Bu Sri with the head placed on the patient's bed. Temporal

Malik held his mother's hand. There is no sleepiness in Malik.

He just wants to take care of his mother.

10 Minutes, 30 minutes, 60 minutes passed. Malik remained

his position. Gripping her mother's soft hand. Malik rubbed his hands warmly

that's. I wish that hand would always be held.

“Bu, Malik dear same Mother..”.

Malik felt his mother's hand grip a little

stretch. The warm hands became cold. Her mother's face returned

blanch. A moment Malik was silent, digesting what was going on with his mother. When

starting to realize, a large circle of tears immediately descended to wet Malik's cheeks. Malik

crying and sobbing without a sound for a moment.

“Buk.. Ibuk denger Malik is buk.” Malik

started talking while crying. He did not move out of his chair. Him

kissed her mother's hand, as if she didn't want to let go. Hear voices

Malik, Indira and Akbar immediately stood to ensure the condition of Bu Sri.

Indira shakes shoulders, holds cheeks, and,

swiped at Bu Sri's hand, but there was no answer.

“Lik Mom why. Cold coke. Kok diem. Motherfuck

banguuunnn...” Tears began to flood the beautiful face of Indi, while Malik

she still cries in her mother's hands.

Realizing that something was strange, Akbar immediately ran

seeking doctors. Some of Bagas' nurses and doctors happened to be in the night shift

immediately ran to the room of Bu Sri.

The doctor examined some parts of the body

Sri lank. Long enough the doctor examined the body of Bu Sri. Check your pulse, blood pressure, and some other vital organs. After being felt to get an answer, Bagas doctor moved his position to approach Malik

the one who was still down and patted his shoulder.

“you must be strong yes. Emm, Barbare. Please call

papi you now yes. We wait 2 hours to make sure Bu Sri”

Akbar was silent. Many questions wallowed in his brain.What to make sure?? Why call papi?? Was our presence not enough to accompany Mom? What exactly is going on??

The nurses began to remove the infusion and hose

the oxygen was attached to Bu Sri's body, and Bagas' doctor passed away leaving

them.

Although with many questions in his head, Akbar attempts to contact papi, papa and

his mother, Indira immediately approached and hugged Malik. He was crying in his arms

her best friend. Malikpun did not refuse Indira's embrace. He rubbed Indi's head

slowly strengthening the girl. Malik covered his grief though

he was the one who was most hurt by his mother's death.