The House in the Middle of Sawah

Mr. Sick

Lik Diran's pick-up car drove quite fast, regardless of the road full of holes. Several times I stumbled, about to hit the car dashboard.

"Sorry yo Dan, kind of messy (hurried gesa) me. Your father is sick, you say. Nek no cepet nyampek home I'm worried your mom is stressed thinking alone nge drop later health. Even bother", Lik Diran talked while still driving his car fast.

"Yes Lik", I answered softly, understanding what Lik Diran was saying.

The next few minutes of pick up had reached the courtyard of Lik Diran's house. Followed by Thor, the worker Lik Diran. I rushed down from the car. Worker Lik Diran handed Thor's keys to me, and rushed home.

I immediately ran, entered Lik Diran's house. I opened the door, Ibuk who saw my arrival immediately hugged me.

"Hoah Lee . . . Where are you too, I'm worried about you why napa", Ibuk held me tight.

"Aman Buk, I was not so young myself. The important thing is that I've come home intact. .he he", I tried to joke, calm Ibuk. My sister half ran along and hugged me, hugged my thighs more precisely. Because my sister is as tall as I am. I smiled seeing him.

"Oh, what father? What are you sick with?", I was wailing looking for the figure of the Father who did not look welcome me. Momuk took off his embrace.

"Your father was your Paklik's phone asking to be picked up from the store. His body was puanas. Sama Paklik was invited to the doctor did not want to. He said he'd sleep well tomorrow. Now my father is sleeping in his room. Ojo is disturbed", Ibuk explained by slightly lowering the volume of his voice. I nodded understand.

"So Ibuk panicked. Your phone did not tell me to come home about this afternoon, your father took a very strong puanas, until mlilik, seizure convulsions. But in the compress it finally mengingan", Ibuk added.

"Tomorrow we take it to Buk Hospital like that" I stepped up, peering into the room. Father was seen sleeping with a slanted position covered in a glove of a seedy box.

"Where is Mbah Kung Kadir? You're sick, I keep saying, how come it's not nongol at all?", I asked curious. Is it possible that the old man really does not care about his children and grandchildren?

"This morning when your uncle tried to send breakfast at the back house, Mbah Kung was no longer at home. I don't know where to go. Actually your uncle is worried, but yes how . . . know yourself right, your Mbah Kung came and lost miraculously like that", Ibuk explained, and it's true that one grandpa is magical. No one came and went through which door. Maybe he's banging on the door wherever the doraemon is in his pocket.

"The bobbed, rest there. Uh, take a shower. Kucel really your face", Ibuk back to fashion Ibuk bawel like to nag.

"Kayak foreskin panjaangg nut", I replied, remembering the words of Krishna.

I immediately took a shower, cleaned myself, changed my clothes and after that laid my body on the sofa. Lik Diran was seen entering the house carrying a large crackle, then putting the crackle on my front desk. It turns out that in the crackle there is my favorite food, meatballs. Sir likku this one is indeed amazing understanding.

"Yuk maem together", Lik Diran smiled at me.

I immediately headed for the kitchen. Take a bowl, spoon and fork. Pouring the meatballs into the bowl, peppering with sambal a lot, sipping the gravy and biting the meatballs, hmmm. . its taste . . . I forgot to be ganged up and buried alive in another world. It is true that consuming favorite foods turns out to be able to reduce our stress levels.

"Paakkkkk ", Ibuk suddenly just screamed in the room. I was shocked. So does Lik Diran. We ran straight to the source of the sound.

"Lik, let's go to the hospital" I panicked. My mom and sister were crying.

"Relope. We're bopong your father Dan", Lik Diran agreed to my proposal.

Lik Diran and I tried to lift the Father. Lik Diran from my right side from the left. It really feels heavy and stiff. Dad's body feels really hot. We pick him up, and get in Lik Diran's pick-up car. Lik Diran was at the wheel, while I sat hugging Father next to Lik Diran. Somewhat narrow front pick up filled three people, but there is no other option.

"Oh, I'm calm at home. I didn't see you first", I tried to calm Ibuk down.

"No SMS Bu Minah first let tonight sleep here, nemenin mbak yu", Lik Diran took his HP, sent a message to Bu Minah. Bu Minah is the wife of one of Lik Diran's confidantes.

"Mbak Yu, just a minute later, Bu Minah came, Dani and I left, yes", Lik Diran immediately started his car and immediately rushed to the hospital.

On the way, Dad kept me groping, his body hot. But this time his eyes closed and did not spasm anymore.

"This is why Lik? Never as I recall Mr. Kayak gini's sick" I opened the conversation. The streets were very quiet, because it was already night.

"Maybe a ketpek an Dan. But it does not feel like your father, forced to continue working. Tired of body and mind as well as it seemed", Lik Diran sighed.

"It could be", I still hugged my Father, somehow my heart felt the thrill. Father's face was clearly visible with many wrinkles on his forehead. Whitened hair, cheekbones that look sunken. Without knowing it, you are getting older. How uninterested I am as his first child. Have I ever asked, Have you eaten? Tired dad? Or have I offered to massage your shoulders and back? All of those questions the answer is NO. Some of my tears were dripping without me holding back.

"Quiet, patient, your father is strong, must be healed soon", Lik Diran calms me down, maybe he sees me crying. I rubbed my eyes using the back of my right hand.

"Jeneng e Narsih. . jeneng e Narsih (named Narsih, named Narsih)", Father raved, this time it was clear what he said.

Lik Diran and I exchanged looks in silence. Who's Narsih?

"Pa- Sir?", I tried to call you, sir.

"Narsih kon lungooo (have Narsih Go)", Father half yelled, his body again convulsing. I hugged my Father tightly. Lik Diran who was slightly startled, reflexively stepped on the brakes and stopped his car.

"Kang eling Kang, eling (consciously conscious Kang)", Lik Diran took hold of Mr. who was still having seizures.

I cried, hugging the Father's body that felt hard and stiff. A few minutes after the Father calmed down again, the Father looked like he was sleeping and no longer fussing. Lik Diran is back running his pick up. We rushed to the hospital.