Throes

Firstborn

" Thank you sir's been delivered home." Amel said, taking off his seat belt and staring at the smile towards the grand.

" Are you sure you don't want to go to the doctor?" Still staring worriedly at Amel, looking pale but still able to smile.

" No need, taking pharmacies must also be cured." Answer Amel.

Until sounding a breath of tired persuaded Amel who was difficult to take to the nearest hospital, to check his condition. Until Amel himself decided to stop for a while at the nearest pharmacy. To buy drugs that are often used when the condition is sick like this.

The doctor's prescription used to be that he always remembered, and no longer need to check his condition in the nearest hospital or clinic.

" Tomorrow in what?" Ask Akbar.

" In the afternoon."

" If you're still sick, let's not go to work."

" Hmm, Yes." A little nodding and smiling faintly.

" I went in first, thanks again. Be careful on the road." Amel.

" Yes, equally.don't forget to take medicine, rest a lot." Akbar's attention, only mempu made Amel nod and smile without wanting to reply.

After all, his boss also often said that to all his employees who were sick. So no need to salting or red cheeks like other girls. Only eat sweet speech and attention from the dream guy or his girlfriend. Not for Amel. Who notabe cuek and also not too meme-menye like other girls.

get out of Akbar's car, without waiting for his boss who might want to lecture him again. Or like women in general, waiting for the man to leave from before him while waving his hands and smiling widely.

Of course, Amel is not like that. Walk slowly, without looking back. Who was watching him until he knocked on the door of the house with a lamaram.no matter the boss was still loyal to look at him from a distance or cursed annoyed because he had no manners at all. He was very tired and dizzy again hit his head until he walked a little staggering.

And not a weak woman who wants to be noticed, or in between to the front door of the house. If not for coercion, perhaps Amel would have rode an ojek at night without his boss.

From a distance Akbae sees an old man with a thin body who opens the door of the house for Amel. It was obvious that the old man's face was worried about his daughter coming home so late. It was confirmed that the old man was Amel's father waiting for his son to come home from work. And there is concern for the state of Amel's father.

Can only stare far away, and return to run his car to his house when Amel and his father have entered the house.

There was nothing special about Amel, but somehow Akbar started to get curious about the girl. Something seemed interesting in Amel.

" What are you doing?" Asked Amel's father, seeing his daughter lying on the seat.

" It's okay Dad, just a little dizzy." Answer Amel. " Where's Mom Dad?"

" Had been sleeping, mother was also complaining of dizziness. But already Dad massage, already bought medicine also the same your sister. You want daddy to massage too." Father of Amel.

" No need Well, thank you.my round has been mengingan as well, because it's been taking medication at work." Answer Amel.

" Have you eaten?"

" Have? Father."

" It's been." Answer Amel's father. " Sleep fast, don't take a shower at night."

" yes. Dad's fast asleep too, it's night."

" Yes." Yeah." Answer by nodding and smiling. Swiping Amel's head while lying on the sofa before entering the room.

Feeling guilty, and turning things around. Which should be home the back of the family, now just stay at home because the disease in his pain does not improve. And now, his wife and daughter are working hard to support the family and have to pay a debt that has not been paid off.

Amel's father really felt like the head of a dysfunctional and useless family. He is like a man who is not responsible for his family.

A new wife does not need to work and a daughter who should not have to bear the cost of living his family.

" Don't think too much, let me get well soon. I'm the same mom with nothing, Dad." The impression again, Amel's father can only smile and nod slightly.

" You go to the room first."

" Yes." Yeah." Answer Amel.

His father's back is no longer as brave as before, his father's face is no longer as young as his father's health is also not as it used to be. But Amel knew his father was trying to get up and heal. No more burdening his wife and children.

For Amel no problem, he works also for the family, for the sake of helping his parents and also Amel should work when he was an adult not children anymore.

Amel walked into the room, lay his body on the mattress. his body tonight really needs rest, so that tomorrow morning he can work again.

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" Who's mbak?" Mama Rama asked, hearing the sound of the house bell in the morning.

" Anu buk, i. that."

" Ma Asalamualaikum?" Greet from the doorway with a sweet smile.

Mama Rama who called and recognized his voice was surprised. With round eyes and a pounding heart.

" Ryan?" Lirih Mama Rama's.

Smiling more gently, approached the mama Rama mama mama mamatung. Right in front of him, Mama Rama could not believe that his guest was his first son. Can't believe if his son dared to come set foot again in his house.

" Ryan?"

" Ma?" A hello back to Ryan.

Mama Rama slid into her son's body. Hugged her tightly.shed all her cries within her son.

His first son came home, the son who taught him as a mother was in his arms. The son who taught her should take sides with who it is to go home at this time. Mama Rama is like a dream, like a mother who really misses her son coming home.

Ryan returned his mother's embrace, kissed the top of her head. She shed tears of longing for her mother, as well as the burden of her guilt on her family and her past.

" You went home alone?." Mama Rama asked, taking off the hug and rubbing it against her son's two cheeks.

" No, same wife ma?" He answered, and looked towards the door. Where his wife stood with tears soaking her cheeks.

Mama Rama approached her eldest son's wife, hugged her, rubbed her back and both cried in cuddles.

" Don't cry, son? Patient, it's all fate. Come on, son." Mama Rama said, increasingly making Ryan's wife hug her mother-in-law tightly.

" Angel, still trying to iklhas ma." The answer.

" Don't blame each other, son, don't fight either." Mama Rama said, taking off each other's hugs and wiping her daughter-in-law's tears. " It must strengthen each other under any circumstances. I have to let Rangga calm down there. " The impression.making Graceful, his son's wife nodded with a smile.

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