TWELVE DAYS OF LOVE

Finding Out: He Cares

With all the energy arising from curiosity about the Buluk who is now no longer buluk, the gas motor I keep turning. Of course because it follows the roar of the Pak Bagas motorbike which is also fast.

Until several times Scan almost felt like being stranded.

“Hold me, than you fell. If I'm not fast we can be left behind,”.

At first, he was sad. Women's bias, at first shy. Until when he came back almost strayed, his right hand was wrapped in my stomach.

“Iya so dong,” my sigh after that.

“You don't take a chance. I'm like this because I had to,” chirps.

“Chance? Narrowing yes. Hahaha ..”

“When his left hand pinched my shoulder.

“Aww .. pain tau!” grumbling.

“Meet him be quiet!” his orders.

My smile also expands while continuing to advance the motor.

I don't know why, right now there's a sense of pleasure in here.

My Heart ....

Finally our destination has arrived, Mr. Bagas' house. Scan immediately down following Mr. Bagas, into the house. I followed after parking the bike.

“Dita ... Look who came, son!” sir Bagas sounded.

“Mother Teacher Scan?” muttered the little girl while running towards Cindai.

Cindai who was aimed immediately crouched down and opened her arms wide letting the little girl into his arms.

I watched it ....

“What pain do you love?” ask Cindai softly.

“Dita fever Mother Teacher ... Dita misses Miss Cindai. On Friday, Dita was still at school, Dita had been working on PR but Ms Cindai did not enter,” complained the little girl.

“Im sorry Mom, Darling. On Friday the capital to town bought stationery. Dita has it too. Tomorrow Monday I'll take her to school. Therefore Dita must want to eat, take medicine and rest so that tomorrow can enter school.” Cindai said softly.

“But ... take a look at the PR that Dita does,” whine Dita.

“Good ...”

Mother Dita gave a picture book to Cindai.

“Wah .. great pictures that Dita made. Alright, I'll directly rate it.”

Cindai inscribed the letter A in the picture book and handed it to the little girl who then greeted her with a smile of cheer.

“Well now, is it time to take the medicine?” Scan asked back.

“She doesn't want to eat Mom,” says Ibu Dita.

“What is food? Alamak, Mother Teacher was very afraid if the rice and side dishes were not eaten, then they would cry and bring endless rain. Will you, son? Later .... we can not play on the field during school break time again.” Cindai spoke with the expression of a storyteller, with a surprised and riled face.

The views of Mother Dita and Cindai collided with each other with the blink of an eye, Mother Dita seemed to understand. He soon passed and returned with a plate of rice and his side dish, handing it to Cindai.

“Nah .. Now this rice, vegetable and egg will go into the cave. They want to play there. Open the door.” Cindai said as she lifted a spoonful of food in front of Dita's mouth.

Confused with a carefree expression opened his lip valve, devouring every meal that Cindai was spooning.

And I ... was still there watching.

Cindai is not a doctor, let alone a shaman. But he has the energy to be able to provide healing. Energy to bring happiness.

Because he has .. affection. That's what I'm observing ....

If only because he was a teacher, of course his responsibilities were limited to school. But he's a different teacher. His students loved him so much. Even my sister Zagi adores him so much.

Yes, it is only with the heart that an adult human can associate himself with innocent souls named children. Cindai has a soft and sincere heart. That's how I feel now.

“Horeee .. depleted by a plate.”

Cindai's words suddenly made Mr. Bagas and his wife clap who at the same time disperse my hayalku.

“Well, it's time to take the medicine.”

Scan received a bottle of syrup again from Ibu Dita. Now he had poured it on a spoon and gave it to Dita. ‘Finished already Scan job,’ thought I.

Turns out ... wrong!

Cindai delivered the girl to her bed, then measured her body temperature. “38,” she said while looking at Dita.

After that he glanced at me and said, “Bang, go home first. Scan will still be waiting for Dita for a while.”

I shook my head, “No, I'll wait.”

“Later Brother Bored.” Cindai said again, convincing me to leave.

“We come together, come back will be with”, I replied more confidently.

Hearing what I said, Cindai's face immediately flushed red, like a boiled crab.

“Terelah Abang ...,” quietly.

Cindai turned her attention back to Dita, rubbing her head. Occasionally a small hum. Half an hour later Dita started sleeping. Scan again asks for washlap and warm water to compress Dita.

And I .. keep watching.

Half an hour passed, Scan again measured the little girl's body temperature.

“Alhamdulillah .. 37,” murmured with a smile.

“Alhamdulillah ..” Mr. Bagas and his wife exclaimed simultaneously. “Thank you, Ms. Cindai, since morning we have been very troubled to ask Dita to eat and take medicine, the heat is not falling. Forgive us for troubling Mom, let alone a holiday like this.” Bu Bagas said again.

“Sama-sama Sir, Ma'am. It's okay, it's become common for me. Hmm .. Then excuse us, sir, ma'am. Hopefully tomorrow morning Dita's condition has completely recovered so that she can enter school,” Cindai replied.

“Ehh ... anu .. sorry this is anterin Bu Cindai who is it?” Mr. Bagas suddenly asked me.

Oh my God! I've been here for over an hour, but why ask me now? Did they think that standing here was a pole or a statue?

Huffhhh ....

“Dia ... Bang Fadil, son of Uncle Dul and Mak Ama.” Cindai.

“Ohh ... geez! You're the Fadil? Long time no see yourself, wander into the city until rarely come home. Now he is grown and very handsome. We think ... Bang Fadil was Bu Cindai's girlfriend,” said Mr. Bagas.

“Ya .. pray it,” I replied.

“Aamiin ...” exclaim Mr. Bagas and his wife together.

Of course Cindai didn't accept it. His face was very visible. However, I did deliberately say it because I did not want to spend too long talking stale.

Anyway .. I really enjoyed it.

His frustration .. his anger .. excites me.

But ... This is not just the satisfaction of judging it. But like the satisfaction of being able to master it. Mastering more deeply .. about the taste ... about the heart ....

Now ... as if there is a desire that runs through my male soul.

It was no longer a childish soul that only ended in a victorious laughter while conquering it.

The girl ... Scan. I have discovered one more thing of her, which might be one of the points that made Mamak admire her.

He cares.

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