
When Rosalia was about to stand up her legs still felt weak because it had been a few days not walking.
"It's okay - what Fahman... Let me just get used to it" she refused as Fahman wanted to give her a wheelchair.
With a slight tremble he began to walk while being led by Fahman.
"Mom sure you're gonna force yourself to walk like this?" tanyanya.
"I'm sure Fahman... My feet will get used to it" he replied, trying to convince.
"This morning the Jewel forced me to ride in a wheelchair, but I refused" he said.
"I am very grateful to meet a girl like Gems, even though she just knew she already considered even treating me like her own real mother" he said glazed over.
"It happened because he had already felt the name of the loss," he explained.
"Yes Fahman! you're right, now try to let go of me because I seem to be able to walk on my own." he asked.
With a heart - heart Fahman obey the wishes of Rosalia and Alhamdulillah Rosalia is indeed - really able to walk back even though somewhat hobbled.
"Oh yes ma'am, how about before we go to the party we go to the clothes shop first." he suggested.
"Oh yes! fortunately I still have my ATM card, I can buy it myself" he said, revealing his ATM card which he placed in a patient's pocket.
"Mom doesn't have to use mom's own money... Just let me pay for it." bargained with a smile and told Rosalia to keep it.
"If not to be safe what if I help keep the mother's card in my wallet for a while" he suggested.
"That's so much Fahman, thank you so much ya.." pleased then immediately give his card to him.
"I took ya ma'am" he said before reaching for the card.
"You really are a polite child! just take it," he praised with a smile.
"Had the Jewel married you, his life would have been happier" the remark suddenly escaped his mouth.
Rosalia who was aware of his words just now instantly silenced her mouth with one hand.
"Geez! sorrysorry! I didn't mean to incite you" he said feeling guilty.
Fahman just smiled as he shook his head.
"No problem!" his response.
Actually the first time his gaze met the Gem he felt a heartbeat that he had never felt.
How not? Fahman is a type of man who is very indifferent to women, he never wants to date any woman even though they have repeatedly shot him.
There are even those who do not hesitate to express it in front of everyone when the flag ceremony is finished and it ends with shame that must be swallowed in - in that it is rejected raw - raw by Fahman.
Fahman is not only admired for his handsome face but he is also very proficient in every subject, especially English.
He has won several English-speaking champions outside of school and he has never dropped below number one.
Until finally he decided to study abroad as well as work there because his skills are easy to socialize with anyone.
Now they arrive in a luxurious blue dongker that is so shiny.
"Let's go in" he asked as he extended his hand forward.
"Okay" he answered.
"Is this your car?" tanyakanya.
"No" he answered.
"Then?" again, she felt confused.
"This is my papa's car" he replied with a smile.
"Oh..." Rosalia nodded.
Not long after that the car drove to split the road.
Now they arrived at a fairly large Mall.
"Let's go down, ma'am" he asked.
"Okay" he said, nodding.
When entering there were many eyes that looked astonished at Rosalia who was wearing hospital clothes.
Previously Rosalia had worn a negligee only because she had entered the hospital again she had to wear patient clothes.
Now they have entered into one of the clothing stores are quite luxurious.
"Okay sir" replied one of the employees.
"Fahman... I'm not too young, so give me a regular black dress... Don't think the bride's even mother." the warning joked a little.
"No problem ma'am, anyways I just ordered plain ones! I'll just choose ya.." she asked.
"Well Fahman," he responded.
Before long the waiter had brought three plain black clothes that Rosalia would choose later.
And finally Rosalia's choice fell on a black dress with sheer length of legs that fit her body.
"Alright ma'am, you can replace it right now," he bargained.
"Thank you Fahman" he said.
"Same - ma'am," the response was then Rosalia immediately entered the place to change clothes.
And Rosalia came out with her dress of choice and she looked elegant.
"You deserve to be called a Kaka ma'am" Fahman praised with a smile.
Rosalia just hid her slightly blushing cheeks.
Not only did Fahman think so, the other servants also said the same thing. Even some of them still did not want to take their eyes off Rosalia.
"Oh yes ma'am, around here there must be a salon, let's go there also to justify the mother's hair," he asked.
"Eh! no need until Fahman, this already looks there is a change." reject it subtly.
"Already ma'am... Come on," he asked while pulling Rosalia's hand.
Although Fahman is somewhat cute with women but not for his own mother, every hair his mother is too long even so a little mess he himself who intervened to bring his mother tidying her hair in the salon.
It was indeed the same as the meaning of his name, an understanding man.
After the activity of tidying their hair, they went back to continue the journey.
The people who were originally staring in wonder towards him turned into gazes full of admiration.
Not a few of them stole Rosalia's image from afar.
🍃 At Home 🍃
"Pa! let's go out, pa" took the mother while pulling her husband's hand.
The papa who is delicious - enjoy relaxing on the sofa with his black coffee so disturbed because of the action of the mother.
"is... Papa wants mama to be angry again yahayak earlier?" grunt while folding both hands under the chest.
"What the hell is ma..?" ask the father who left his coffee on the table.
"Our son has arrived... Abadan Fahman... Did you forget?" her silent question made her father surprised.
"Yes pa... Mom's serious... He certainly did not know that today our first son's wedding has been postponed pa.." he explained.
"The rest of our sons will be home tomorrow... Only he has not given us new information because it has already made a flight from England to Indonesia," he told.
"All right! then let's welcome Fahman, don't forget mama invited Firdaus and Miftah to go along too ma." tell the papa.
"Okay pa" he said, nodding and walking back to the kitchen.
It looks Miftah who is washing dishes used he cooked the bakwan earlier while Firdaus is still faithful waiting for Miftah while playing his phone.
"Firdaus... Dear... Come with mama" he asked.
"Where's ma?" ask Miftah who just finished washing dirty dishes.
"Lho! dear... Why are you even washing dishes hmm..? there will be aunty" he asked, stroking the top of Miftah's head covered with hijab.
"Sir papa mama... Once - this time... Lagian Miftah also just this time washed the dishes herself," she replied with a smile.
"Au tuh ma! he said ngeyel," he grumbled.
"Udah ah Firdaus! mama's ghost is diligent," he said.
"Yes." the response.
"Jaudah let's go ahead and greet your brother" he asked again.
"Okay ma" replied Firdaus.
Now they began to go hand in hand to catch the father who had already left the house.