
Mom immediately approached Bude and helped him to stand up.
“Mar, call doctor Mar cepetan”. He said by welding a rare moment because usually Bude when talking with a high and fiery tone.
While Pakde Dar and Mas Udin were in their respective rooms with sleep curled holding their stomachs.
“Yes Allah mbak, how can the stomach ache like this?”. Mother put on a look of astonishment in front of Bude, just wanting to wait for their confession about all the food they brought yesterday.
“Where is no stomach pain, almost all snacks spent everything like this”. Mother said in her heart by refraining from getting angry, because their current condition is not worth getting angry.
“Quick Mar, call mantri only do doctors later mahal”. Bude waved his hand telling mom to leave immediately.
In accordance with Bude's orders, Mother immediately summoned the mantri in their village and took him to Bude's house to check the state of the family.
The results of the mantri diagnosis showed that Bude and his family ate too much, exceeding his stomach capacity to make the stomach unable to accommodate and process all the food available.
The mantri gave a number of drugs to the three of them and advised if until tomorrow morning can not stop stomach pain, then it must be hospitalized in the hospital so as not to lack fluids.
After Mantri checked and gave the medicine, the Mantri said goodbye to bude and other families.
“Bu, Sir, Mas I said last”. He said several times to give a code to pay quickly.
“Iya sir, please”.
I don't know what is in Bude's mind to not understand the meaning of the Mantri.
“I say yes Bu!”. by grabbing the bag he carried, but reluctant to step foot, because his right has not been received.
“So how many sir are all?”. Ask Mom who can stand the sight in front of her.
“Three hundred thousand bu’. replied the mantri with a smile.
“Mbak three hundred thousand”, repeat Mother clarifies the nominal said mantri with a higher tone and the strong intonation to be heard clearly in Bude's ear.
“Pake your money first why Mar, I can not get up to take money”. Bude replied with a hardened face.
“I'm sorry, I didn't bring any money. Where the money let Marni get me”. Bid mom to Bude.
Yes Mother, it is reluctant to be utilized by the family of the invaders too deeply, given what they have done some time ago. Mothers remain good to them only within certain limits, although the love and affection between siblings is very close but also must be able to distinguish between good and bad.
Sure enough, since the incident of the struggle for the house and the sale of the house, a little changed the mindset of the mother to be able to think more sane in the face of her magical siblings.
“In the room above table’. Bude replied with annoyance, because inevitably had to pay the check and the medicine.
With a very light step, Mother headed to Bude's room and took some of the red money sheets.
“Hem, it's good to use my money first, this money is also a lot that will not be replaced again”. Say it by closing the wallet again.
Mom immediately gave it to the Mantri and delivered it to the front porch.
“Mbak I go home first yes, do not forget to take the medicine, later let Ipul send food here”. Pamit Mommy and also leave the house.
Yes despite being more assertive to the Bude family, but still I did not have the heart to see his brother who was in a sick condition like this did not eat, he said, so Mother still sends food to the family of Pakde Dar and his children.
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Surabayan.
Meanwhile in Surabaya Tari and Randi stared at each other from a distance not when holding a meeting together in one room. Several times their eyes stare at each other unintentionally, and occasionally throw each other their sweetest smiles.
The virgin and virgin who are no longer young when in love, are equally embarrassed to touch him who only counts weeks.
Both really keep their distance both in the office and outside the office, not without reason they just want to enjoy the beauty of dating after halal later.
Even until now, all friends of Tari and Randi in the office do not know if these two people are on the way to halal. Because the intelligence of both people hides his heart and attitude.
After seeing his future wife out on his motorcycle, Randi now follows her from behind using the car of course with a safe distance without any suspicion at all. That's how Randi has done in recent months to make sure Taril is safe until his boarding house without having to deliver directly. Randi is really keeping up halal for her.
Not to forget Randi also sent dinner to Tari before leaving his boarding house, of course with the help of a courier to drive him.
As tonight Randi bought Tari, a grilled chicken complete with vegetables and anointing for Tari.
“Excuse me, with mbak Tari Ambarwati?”. Ask the courier who delivered the food.
“Iya, I myself”.
“Please mbak her food delivery”. The courier handed him a box of rice and a bottle of drink.
“But I did not order mbak”. Answer Dance because she doesn't order food.
“It's been paid, I'm sorry first trimakasih”. The Courier's Pamit.
While Tari is still in front of her room door by opening the contents of the food box.
Randi was standing on the balcony of his house enjoying the breeze of the night, the gusts of the night wind made him remember Tari and wanted to know the news, although he had also met at the office. His hand grabbed the phone next to him.
Rang.
Mr. Randi.
Rang.
Dance tried to raise the call.
📞Assalamualaikum sir
📞Waalaikumsalam, hay have received the food?
📞Oh apparently from the father, thank you very much.
📞Do not call mr. dong saaa....
Randi said his words.
If the destiny has arrived I will change to “mas”, said Tari with a clean slit.
While there Randi smiled knotily imagining the face of Tari who was shy.
Eat, for a while now we eat at the same time only in a different space.
Dance smiled hearing that.
Mr Randi what are you doing?’ Dari tried to dare to ask.
I was enjoying the cold of the night without any warmth.
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