The Son of Mr. Gifari

My grandmother is sick

It was raining today, and it was icy cold all things felt cold if I touched it even more if it was made of iron. I did not move from the side of the window even though there was already a lot of sky water splashing my arm. This is very impressive, seeing how beautiful the rainwater hits the leaves of the garden... I faithfully sat by the side of the window, casting a glance at the garden framing the window. I feel hypnotized to linger here 2, either because of the rain that so melted the eyes or because it remembered something?

"Cold sir, you'd better get changed... " (Mother)

"Yes wait a minute, the umbrella will be put behind first... "(Father) Move towards the kitchen. Mom walked into the room, about to change her clothes as soon as possible.

"Well, son? " (Father) appeared in the kitchen, surprised to find his little figure was stirring2 water in a glass, there was a puff of smoke coming out from there. Looks warming.

"Holy! " (Mother) appeared in the kitchen, anxious not to find his only daughter in the room. The two adults were watching their son who was arranging two cups of warm tea on a tray.

"Dad, mom! Come drink the tea, must you and mom be cold? Hehe... " Holy Horse, feel afraid if later felt the tea is excess sugar or maybe lack?

It was raining heavily, I had gone home from school while my mom and dad had not come home yet. I've always seen you make warm tea in cold weather like this. The woman will surely rush2 into the kitchen to prepare tea for my father and me. When both my parents came home at that time, I quickly ran to the kitchen to do what my mother used to do. I smiled if I remembered those memories, a plate of fried bananas and tucked sambal paired with warm tea incarnated in the middle room and we would sit there enjoying it...👪👪👪😢

FLECKISH

"Holy?!" I turned, it was papa he with wide steps approaching me.

"Hey? Why play near there, son? Stay away.. You will catch a cold.. " Papa pulled me over, then spread out a pink curtain covering the window of the room.. Well, I still feel at home.

"Holy hungry? Come eat first, your food is ready baby. "said papa swept my head gently, he sat crouching before me. I saw that shady face, I really 2 love this guy, it's weird. What is this feeling? My heart always warms when it is near it...

"Yes, Pa.. " We rushed out of the room, with my dad holding me. He was so excited to do it. I'm so happy.... We went down the stairs together2 then walked towards the big room there, making me amazed2 look amazing dining table. It's too broad!

"Sit here okay? " I put him on the chair. Hmm the seat is soft, benar2 is amazing. Some middle-aged woman approached the dining table, out of nowhere? They carry a lot of food in bowls and dishes. Gee? This table is almost full... My eyes were round watching the food on the table, so much.

"Mh?! " i was shocked, arrived2 papa just touched my hair and tied it up slowly. He did well, until my hair that had dangled juntai had been tied to a horse. He smiled and rubbed my head twice..

"Come on, we all start eating...Not good if it's cold.. Bi Inah's? Please call Mr. Aaron, Mr. Ikhsan and Mr. security as well to join.. " I saw the woman you were talking to over there mangosteen and went somewhere? Orang2 began to sit in front of me, there were a lot of chairs at the dining table that were enough for all of them. Well, it's fun, so crowded... Buty? I scanned every face in front of me and next to me, Hmmm grandma didn't eat? Where's she? where is the old lady?

"Pa? Grandma didn't eat? " ask me at last.

"Grandmother is not healthy, baby. later the waiter will bring his food up, "obviously papa

"Let's eat, son, which one do you want? Hm? " Papa had spooned the rice onto a white plate...

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"Mom? " Papa gently stroked the forehead of the grandmother who was now lying on the mattress, her body was covered. We're done eating, and I'd like to see grandma, papa agree.

"Emmm... " Grandma opened her eyes slowly2, she did not sleep, just closed her eyes maybe tired? I sat near him, near his head and Papa beside him.

"Hows it? had eaten? Mother's heat has come down this. " said Papa. I dropped a glance at Grandma's face that looked slightly flushed.

"Hmmmm, yes... It's been a little good, son. Thank goodness...." Grandma tried to smile, her voice was quivering and hoarse. Very obvious this old woman limp and tired, look at her face that is like a pain. I know how fever hurts? Very unpleasant! Difficult to eat, difficult to sleep, bitter tongue! Hmmm it's just awful.

Huufff!

Swab swabs!

"Hhh? " Papa's panicking me. Hihi is this wrong? Dad always does this if I'm sick, so I want to practice it on grandma too, who knows how effective it is?

"Why was Grandma's face wiped, baby? What is the saint doing? " Task papa. I looked at Grandma's face which was a little shocked but immediately smiled looking at me.

"If the Saints are sick usually the father does this, and usually the Saints instantly recover! " Reveal me with confidence. Aye! Usually father will hold his two hands together like someone was about to pray then, his mouth kamit kamit do not read what? End of it, Huffffff!! he blew into that hand and rubbed my whole body, from head to toe. "God's life is healed tomorrow! " I usually say....

"What did Saints read? Before blowing? "thranky asked.

"Emmm..... B-b-Bismillah?" Papa's a little chuckling, ups? Wrong huh? Not reading bismillah? But what I hear is dad always reading that when it's gonna sweep my whole body.

"Thank you dear, oh... Grandmother's grandchild.. Here hug grandma... " I came closer to the woman, and hugged her from the side. Hmmm warm body.

"Good girl...." Imbuh grandma again, patting2 my small back.