The Third Match.
What dream did I have last night.
PoV Diah's.
I followed Marsel into the study, looking like he was focusing on the computer. "Mas" called me and then he looked.
"Honey... plane ticket today, destination Country B, stay one, baby... originally I intend to take you with Lita, continue how is this?" there was a lot of regret on his face.
"Yes already.Don't think about Mas, I know how, being urgent, I just pray, may Mommy recover quickly"
Although actually I really want to come, yes, I want how else, do not want to add to the burden of Marsel's mind.
"I'm sorry, I promise, next time I'll take you there" she grabbed my shoulder clutched my head against her chest, kissing my forehead softly.
"I told you, it's okay, Mom" I looked up at him. "About, Mommy is sick, Mas" I diverted while playing the buttons on her shirt.
"Less know Yank, better I don't know first, like the thought continues." His face became gloomy, staring blankly ahead. I'm getting pity.
"Oh yes Mas, continue..What time did you take the flight?" I ask he still holds me in his lap.
"October eight" he said.
"Yes come on, get ready" I immediately got down from his lap to hook his arm into the room.
"About there, how many days are you?" it's a silly question, if I think again. His name looks at the sick especially Mommy, certainly not certain.
"Hopefully Mommy will recover quickly Yank, I can go home quickly" he replied while wearing a saddle of jeans. Makes me feel relieved.
After everything is ready I deliver to the airport with Mang Ade. "Mas, Lita's not in pamiti?" in such a hurry, I forgot to ask this.
"We stopped there first" he said. I nodded my head, the car went to Bella's house. Arriving at the house that was half the size of Marsel house we occupied, we went down.
"Lita there's Bi?" marsel asked after we rang the doorbell, a middle-aged mother opened the door to look at me.
"Non Bella took Lita for a walk Mr, he said anyway, want to go to the Mall" he replied.
"Oh yes Bi, please tell Bella, if Lita does not feel at home here, do not be forced" my husband said.
"Tell me too, to Lita, I want to go to Country B, later when I arrive, I call Him Bi" said Marsel. I just listen to their conversation.
"Good Sir"
We got back to the car, at seven o'clock to the airport. "I'm leaving yeah" Marsel kissed all my face. The forehead, cheeks, and last lips.
"Be careful, when you get there, let me know" I reach for her hand, after I kiss. He rubbed my head before it passed. We each waved our hands.
*******
That night I felt lonely, no Marsel, no Lita. "Mar, Lita's not in between" I confided with Marni.
"Yes Non, though.. said he only wanted to stay one night, right?" Marni turned her head towards me who had just come down from the stairs.
"Yes Mar, if Lita is at home is okay, just I'm worried that the child is crying" I remember when Lita left yesterday seemed lazy.
"Yes Non, it's not better to just call" Marni suggested.
"Oh yes Mar, until I forget" I did not think again I contacted Bella, but her cellphone number is not active.
"Not active Mar" I put the phone back.
"Is it possible you've slept, Non?" ask Marni. I just shook my head then went back upstairs. I'm just restless left-right tilt, bored cell phone play, but can't sleep.
Deeerrrt.
Hp I vibrate, I lyric alarm clock, it's 10 p.m. As soon as I picked up the phone, as soon as I saw the name of Marsel, I smiled to myself.
"Assynoltom..."
"Goddessalam..."
"I've reached AD Airport dear" he said from across.
"Alhamdulillah.. to where Mom is still far away Mas, when it arrives, don't forget, tell me how Mommy is" I want to know what pain my in-laws got into the ICU room.
"Dear, I'll call you soon, not far from here, about 15 minutes" he replied.
"Yes, you too,"
"Oh yes Mas, Lita turned out not to come home tonight" I complained.
"That's it, it's night, tomorrow morning, I call him. Tomorrow..if Lita has not been delivered as well, you should go to Syifa's house, so as not to be lonely" he said.
"Oh yes Mas" I'm excited. Actually I'd like to talk like that too, but I don't think Marsel's allowed it.
"By dong"
30 Minutes into the conversation, Marsel closed the conversation after saying a word.
I love you.
******
In the morning I woke up after dawn prayers, immediately contacted Bella. Again and again the phone is not active.
"What the hell is this?! I grumbled to myself. But yes it is. I'm positive thinking, Lita will be with her real mother.
Immediately I took a bath to the house of Mr. Rose, playing with Syifa, of course fun.
"Mbak Marni.
"Yes Non Diah, but breakfast first" the aunt said, because Marni went nowhere.
"Iya Bi" I opened the hood, but did not taste to eat, then closed it again. Not bad taste because the food is not good. I don't know, I didn't feel hungry this morning.
"Later Bi" I replied. I immediately entered the garage to turn on the motor matic, then left.
"Assynoltom..."
"Goddessalam..."
Arriving at the house of Mr. Rose, apparently being gathered at the dining table. I saw Brother Rose, feeding my brother. Alhamdulillah.kids now live happily even though their household was almost destroyed.
"Tumbens! Diah, are you here early in the morning?" ask Mr. Adit after sipping coffee.
"Can't it be? I'm coming home again!" candaku, pressing his back.
"Kirain, storm with Marsel, keep running away" he continued.
"Yeee, yeah, it's not good" I pinched his back.
"Have not shunned your brother. Here, take breakfast" said Mr. Rose.
"Later brother, now not hungry, if you are hungry, I look for myself" I replied.
"Syifa where my brother is" I saw no Syifa.
"Still bobo" replied Mr. Rose.
"You're visiting Diah's party, yes obviously the kids haven't woken up yet" Adit went back to teasing, throwing a glance.
"Ih! Having just one sister is stingy" I sniffed in annoyance.
After Syifa woke up I immediately bathed, I put on a funny shirt, then I took a walk to the complex area.
Tired of walking, I invited Syifa to play in the complex park. There are many people who look at me that I don't like.
"Eh! this is the guy who became the actor!" three women who were none other than baby sitters said I was cynical.
I was stunned to look at them. "What's wrong, Mommy?" I was confused there was no wind no rain, suddenly berating, what else I did not know them.
"Alaaah! Once actor! Will still be a player!" the hardic.
Without telling me to go back home, all the way past the average houses in ART, because most of these complexes are career women.
They were buying vegetables at a traveling greengrocer. Nor the baby sitter, who was feeding his foster children threw a cynical gaze, and spicy words. "Oh my God...What is this? What was my dream last night? With a sense of tightness I walked quickly while holding Syifa.
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