The Perfect Happiness
S2 - Eps 43
FLASHBACK.
This morning I decided to try the tespack I bought a few days ago.
"Darling, I'll go to the toilet first, okay?" my permission when Jefri was still asleep on the couch.
Since last night, Papa has been moved to the inpatient room. Papa's condition has improved and showed a lot of progress.
"There's a toilet here" he said hoarsely.
"There's Mamah inside, I'm kebelet."
"Yes, I'm taking you."
"Gee, I can do it myself. You continue to sleep," I refused subtly and then immediately grabbed the doorknob.
I immediately headed to the nearest toilet in this hallway. I really did fall off. I held the testpack tightly that I had tucked in my pants pocket earlier.
After I finished urinating and doing the ritual for the testpack, I was still sitting in the toilet cubicle. Wait for the result of the line that appears on this tool. I'm restless, my right leg hasn't stopped moving since. Like a person who was stepping on a lever for a fabric embroidery machine!
Holy jeez!!
I really can't wait!
Thought.
Slowly the first red line on the tespack begins to appear. My feet stopped moving. I looked carefully, long. Finally, the second red line reappears.
My breath was restrained, then I breathed violently. I let it sit for a moment, then I closed my eyes again, praying, I hope that what I saw is true.
Then I opened my eyes again. Sure enough, the two red lines on the device are real. Many times I tried to take a breath, setting it to sound normal. I stood up, I put the tool back in my pants pocket, then I set my heart to go back to Papa's room.
FLASHBACK OFF'S.
Papa smiled at me then, I kissed the back of his hand, which was in my grasp. Papa simply replied to that with his smile.
As soon as it crossed my brain, how would I say this to Jefri?
My mother and my mother-in-law??
Those two sentences are back in my brain.
Drugging me was even able to tug a little at some of my neural connections.
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Jefri POV's.
After finishing lunch with Mama, I decided to wrap up the meal for Tika. Then go back to Papa's hospital room. I saw Tika cleaning Papa's equipment after eating, then put it outside.
"Here, you eat first" I said to him.
He walked towards me who was sitting on the sofa. I opened the food styrofoam box. He sat next to me, staring at me.
"A lot of buying it?" he said while plucking existing shrimp crackers.
I bought him rice pecel. Then with the addition of some vegetables and omelet. There is also chicken fried.
"Udah, let's eat, let me get you a drink."
I walked towards the refrigerator in the corner. Mom was chatting with Papa.
"Ma, Pa, am I eating?" tika Permit.
"Yes, baby, you eat," said Mama who turned to the flash and returned to focus on looking at Papa.
I get Tika a bottle of responsibility-sized mineral water from the refrigerator, then sit back next to her and open the bottle. Tika ate voraciously.
I put my head on my left hand which rests on my thigh. Watching him eat.
"You?" suddenly he glanced at me.
I shook my head, "You're eating."
"Don't want to try?" axed it.
"I ate, baby! I ate that too."
"Beneyer?" ask again.
"Yeah. Eat that one."
"Trus why do you think I'm mulu?"
I was shocked, wasn't he busy eating his food? How does he know if I am eating? My inner.
"You were sitting, just watching me eat. Until it is very serious to see," he added again while continuing to devour his food.
I chuckled amusedly, "You're a laper what's doing anyway?"
Tika looked over, "I mean?"
"So said it's a lot, but that's the chicken already want to be abis!"
Again, I was glad to see it like this. A moment later, I stood up and approached Papa and Mama.
Papa's condition has been seen getting better. Even Papa can already eat textured food. Doctor Farhat also had time to tell me, about the blood clot in Papa's head. The result is true, it is the cause, until Papa so can collapse stoke like this.
Now just wait for the results of the check-up test that was done this morning. If the results are stable, then Papa can go home and do an outpatient. Hope so..
"Ma, I'm the same Tika went home?" my permission.
"Trus later if the doctor is here? Mama don't understand?"
"Just be calm, Jerry's walking this way."
"Pa-pa ka-ngen Jordy" said Papa.
I looked at Papa, "Yes, Pa, Jordy's here too."
"Why are we going home?" tika Sela.
"My clean clothes ran out, you just brought some at that time," I explained.
"Ooh ...."
"Yes, yuk!" take me.
"Any home, Ma? Pa?" pamit Tika while kissing the back of Mama and Papa's hands.
I did the same thing, and then I kissed my parents' cheeks. Tika took our clothes bag, then we left the room.
"Have you called Brandy?" tika asked suddenly while on the way.
I turned to him for a flash, "Make what?"
"Wouldn't I get permission today?"
"Oh, that's it. I called the boss directly yesterday. You alone?"
"Udah too, but still use the same excuse Metta."
I nodded in understanding.
I actually took her home, not just because my clean clothes were gone. But because there's something I want to talk to her about. And that's just the two of us having to talk about it. I'm also not too happy, if I have to talk about something that I consider privacy not at home. Not in our room.
It's been two days since I wanted to talk about this, but I don't know why I hesitated to ask.
After arriving in the garage. Tika went down, then took our clothes bag in the back seat, then brought it into the house through the garage door. I got out of the car and closed the garage rolling down. Then he entered the house through the same door.
"Darling! Can we talk to you for a second?" I said as Tika was about to climb the stairs leading to our bedroom.
He stopped his footsteps, his hands had already managed to reach the bottom of the stairs. Freezes. For a moment Tika was frozen like a statue. Then he turned his head until our eyes looked at each other sharply.
"Speak what?"
I inhale the oxygen around me, then breathe through my mouth, "We sit first?"
"What the hell is that talking? How do you make me afraid of gini?" answer Tika.
His eyes on me changed immediately. No longer as gentle and warm as usual. There was a hint of a clear cut on his forehead, as if there was a deep suspicion from that gaze of his.
I decided to go straight to her, grab her hand, then lead her to sit on the living room sofa. He complies. When we sat down, we looked at each other. I stroked her soft cheeks.
"May I have something?"
"What the hell, who?" tika's tone of voice began to change.
"But you promise not to get angry if I do?" I made sure again.
"Yes, what was it?"
"Promise first?" my door whining.
Tika exhaled rough, her forehead still giving rise to faint lines. Once again, both of Tika's shoulders slightly lifted thinly, then she again exhaled for the second time.
Tika gaped, "You scared me. What the hell is it?"
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Hi readers, how are you?
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Fun or boring this weekend?
Sometimes that's what life is like.
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Sometimes the taste of.
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