The Secret With Bad Boy

Message difference

On a dark day, a room window was still wide open. Draining the cold night wind that entered through that small, hollow crack.

A girl sits in her big chair, stringing words on a plain piece of paper she adorns with a pen stroke of a typeface similar to the times new roman type. The writing is very neat and similar to the writing typed on a computer.

Kinanti was working on her task, writing an essay that became her duty today. While muttering softly he wrote down every word that flashed across his mind. Some phrases he made to meet the minimum one page he had to collect the day after.

“Aaakkhh.. nape of me really pegel.” Kinanti rubbed her neck that began to ache because she had continued to look down.

His energy must be extra because there are still several textbooks piled up in the right corner of the table for him to learn as Olympic material that he will follow next month. Sometimes he yawns because drowsiness starts to bother him. He took a compress of the baby that he attached to his forehead to feel fresh.

“Drink first, let go. These eyes have also started sepet.” Kinanti went down to the bottom floor, where the kitchen was. The quiet atmosphere of the house without the sound of the television lighting up made Kinanti feel lonely.

He took a glass of water, the sound of water foam echoing inside the gallon being the only sound he heard. A glass of water was sipped to the toilet and managed to wipe his thirst.

Before returning to his room, he took the time to close the curtains of his house. Peek into the father's quiet and tidy room. He smiled for a moment when he saw a picture of himself and Lukman on the wall of the room.

“I really miss dad?”

Leaning against the door of the room, Kinanti looked at the entire room for a while. Though only a day Lukman went outside service but he already misses the middle-aged man very much. The last message that Kinanti received was during the day, while she was resting. Lukman told me that his work was pretty much done today. He will also turn off his phone because he cannot use a cell phone in his office.

Okay, Kinanti understands that.

Satisfied looking at the father's room, he turned off the lights of the room and the main room. Only the night light was on in the corner of the room. The door to Lukman's room was also closed and he immediately returned to his room with a glass filled with water that he had refilled.

In the room, I tidied up the study table and put a glass of water there. He intends to rest for a while and turn on his phone.

“I have not ngabarin father about the registration of the Olympics, I send a photo of the form aja akh.” Kinanti chatted herself and then sent a photo of the registration form via a short message with a message,

“Dad, today Kinan officially joined the Olympics. Kinan was instantly at number number forty-nine. Same with dad's age. Hope hockey yes dad, hehehe.

“By the way, how's dad doing today? Is the phone not active? Daddy overtime huh?” this is the second message that Kinanti sent.

“Daddy keep Health yaaa.. manyin drink. Do not forget to wear a mask so that most do not breathe dirty air. Kabarin Kinan if dad's on. Okay dad?”

“Kinan darling dad, babe bangeett...”

A few lines of that message that Kinanti sent to Lukman. The young girl looked at a photo of herself with Lukman, pictured in the car before leaving for Jakarta.

“Dad is the greatest man in Kinan's life. Healthy always and long life yes dad,” muttered Kinanti while wiping her phone screen.

Without Kinanti knowing, Lukman is currently lying in the hospital in a state of weakness and helplessness. Many hoses and needles were stuck in his body. The heart-recorder monitor also described Lukman's condition as not okay

Only a few minutes ago Lukman regained consciousness after he collapsed due to his cancer treatment process. The hemoglobin in his blood dropped dramatically. His face looked very pale with dry lips and parsimonious eyes.

“Ki... nan.. ti...” Lukman's voice sounded very weak barely audible.

“Akang want to meet princess Akang?” Seno responded quickly.

Lukman nodded slowly. “Do not..” That one word was said along with his rough breathing.

Her tears slowly. He could not imagine that Kinanti saw him in this condition.

Lukman thought that he would be strong to face his first treatment but it turns out that the treatment for the disease that is currently eating away at his body is not easy. Since noon I don't know how many treatment procedures he got and made his body weak.

He can only hope that his sick body can be much stronger than cancer cells that are trying to be paralyzed.

“Then what do you want? Akang hasn't ngabarin Akang's son. She must be worried.”

Lukman nodded slowly and his hand clasped Seno's hand tightly. He could imagine how unsettled his daughter felt at this moment. He wasn't sure if it would take him only a week to treat his illness.

“You want me to send a message, make his son akang? What am I talking about? Let me type in later,” haggar Seno.

Lukman agreed. He asked Seno to come closer and said a few sentences for Seno to convey to his daughter.

“Iyaa, I will sayin. Akang wait a minute. I have to hear it on the outside. Here can not use hape because many electronic goods.”

Lukman agreed. “Thank you.” His voice was so slow.

“Iya Kang, equally. I'm the same as anyone, say thank you. A minute Kang.” Seno patted Lukman slowly and left Lukman in the treatment room.

Lukman tried to regulate his breathing to be more regular. The side effects of his cancer treatment turned out to be quite remarkable. Before fainting, Lukman vomited a few times. His body was so limp and exhausted that he had never felt before. Not to mention his mouth that felt dry until it was difficult to swallow his own saliva. His body was still feverish and the nausea had not gone away.

Over there, Kinanti was smiling with relief when she received a message from her father.

“Night Kinanti, how are you? I'm fine and still in the office. I want to eat a lot of it, do not let me take it if I come home later. Do’ain dad so that everything is finished and can go home to meet Kinanti again.”

A long line of messages that Kinanti received. He hugged his phone tightly, happy because Lukman told him he was okay.

“Iya father, Kinan must do’ain father let father cepet finish his business. Dear father many-many,” reply Kinanti.

He looked at a message from Lukman. “Daddy tumben call me Kinanti? Kinan doang usually. The writing is also very neat tumben, there is a reading sign. Usually without comma equivalents until I am confused the meaning of father's writing.” Kinanti muttered to herself as she felt that Lukman's message was slightly different.

Of course because the one who sent the message was Seno, not Lukman.

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