Twin

Mamma

Near Lam Alif gate, one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Sorry Doc, I'm a hassle. Let's go this way," take Mamah later. Two of his guests immediately left Avanbil. Mamah found them just got off after the vehicle stopped parked. "Hani is still at her school Doc. It's better, want to drink water again. But my son once said that. He quietly left again. Maybe I went to Dian's house, I wasn't so worried Doc. I don't know if he'll relapse, where he'll go. I still scolded him when he came back, already home, Saturday. He's three days at his friend's house."

I was chatting with a neighbor in front of the fence. When the guests arrived, I invited them.

"My wife called them yesterday" continued the father after the guest was inside the house. "From out of town. Place of practice, if not wrong next to the rehabilitation foundation. His psychiatrist's there probably."

"Ouh so Nutrient was brought there first?"

"Yes, after college. Daughter but her strength.. Ck! Nutrition almost ran into the street if I did not intercept. Hsssh..!" I suck again his skirt. "Say my wife anyway, when Gizi saw someone she knew in the waiting room, she finally wanted to be examined."

"On that foundation?"

"I don't know what the guy is. Nope.. In the doctor's office."

At the campus gate, the clock is dispersed. Morning many traders, near this Ashar hour, many angkot. Those who live in the dormitory huddle hiking to the right of the archway.

"Hoaamm.mm, drugs.."

"Yes. Don't sleep lo, the house is too late."

"Ready! Ready.. Okay Han," Diandra replied in the window.

Jihan soon separated from those scrambling to board the transport. In a slightly tenuous place, his hand was put into a bag.

The grrrth! Zwiiit! The sound is a bit loud, but the hunt is followed by the original cellphone sound.

The crane! The crane! The sound of sedan over the precarious! The car came down not propped up. Try look..

Click!

"Yes Mah?"

The poaching tone is gagged. Huh Jihan, someone's singing, even distop.

"Where are you?" Mamah asked.

"On the Mah campus. Waiting for angkot." Again."

"You're invited with me, aren't you? We're on holiday."

"Umm. can Mah."

Suddenly the phone was cut. Yes. tuuut.. tuut!

"Huh..? Holiday but.. Whyprank?"

Jihan looked at the hape screen for a long time. Three seconds later the horn icon in the photo Mamah, Jihan touch. Taph! Right in the woman's nose.

Waiting, Mom did not answer. Finally Jihan cancel. Taph! He put the phone in a bag.

The crane! The crane! The sound of sedan over the precarious! The car came down not propped up. Try look..

Click!

"Hello Sir?"

Tuu..

Yes. tuuut.. tuut!

"Yes Allah. Ckp..! The child is healed, the parents are relapsing. Be present.. Again at home, gini."

Finally the object was inserted into the pocket of the suit, Jihan approached the nearest vehicle that was still ngetem.

"Come on Neng, one more way," said the driver bang as Jihan came and went straight in, sitting crowded into a ride.

"Gang Lam Alif Yes Bang."

Brm!! Mm.. mm! Angkot turn to move sideways ahead of the one that is still ngetem in front of him.

Jihan was sitting alone on her way home. He was busy typing WA messages into Mamah's number. It was long as it was making a novel.

This original message; Mah, sir.. Jihan.

Tin! Tin..!

"Yes, hang on, bang."

Fifteen minutes later..

"Neng, Lam Alif's gang..?"

"Yes, huh! One more minute. Justjust.."

"Ridney.."

With a long Mamah still recounted the condition of Jihan months back.

At the table lay two smartphones, but Mamah sat no matter the indicator lights, the sound of the notice was disilent.

"The babysitter I hired resigned. The following month I gave more instructions to a new nanny when my son was depressed. I told him, the frustration that Hani was experiencing was odd. Hani always asked for her hair, not being able to see herself in the mirror. A few weeks down the road, the nanny then told me. Hani in certain places often cover the ears, nose.. He said here, that's where the source of the smell is still smelling. Yes already because it was still a pandemic, I forbid Hani out of Dok's house."

"So this is the only paracetamol he's drinking?"

The medicine box on the table was being recorded its contents, and there were two packs that were already empty, the other pills and tablets intact had yet to be opened.

"Yes Doc. I'm the one who provided from your referral pharmacy. At least I'm following the therapy you suggest. Sorry if you call too often. So we're not looking for a nanny after the last one."

"Ooh. All of his advice from my intern is this Bu Lingling. Internship student," said Psychiatrist.

"Oh I think this is a mother's son. Same with my son. What's your name Dek?"

"Aunty Sirin."

"Eh.. Oh. Ja. Yep. Please drink it."

After the syrup was drunk by his guests, Mamah did not stare at Ririn.

"Certainly lately the complaint that used to be how was Ms Lingling?"

"Ooh.. Uh, is it Doctor?"

"The pain in Hani's head is reduced..?"

"Yes. Yes. Since returning to this house, he had not taken any medicine I asked. While there, at her friend's house, Hani likes to call me home and go to school."

Srekhs..! Paper sounds are open. After reading, the woman wrote again.

Srrta! Srr..!

The name-tag on the doctor's suit imprinted Fatimah's name and title, busy reading and noting the stuffing on the paper board. While Mamah turned to Ririn who thought the daughter of the psychiatrist.

"Next year Ririn's apprentice is done," said the girl, smiling back at Mamah, and nodding for the news. "Hu um's. It's a long time, Auntie."

"Who was that, your name?"

"Riii. rin." plaza the Girl, answered her joy.

"You don't look like Hani, huh. He's a bucin."

Ririn nodded.

"Yes. Your patient's girlfriend died. Mamah.. uh, Aunt confused the same Om, Rin."

Ririn just smiled. After a long moment of bowing, his eyes returned towards the same eyes. Mommy too, cancel read hape.

So the two of them looked at each other. Three seconds, five seconds, seven seconds, nine seconds..

The smiles of Ririn and Mamah were clearly more and more painted on their faces.

Mom looked at the wall clock, but was wearing a watch. Then Mamah sighed, her smile widening.

Ckits.. In the middle of the alley, while walking, Jihan stopped. His eyeballs are tailed. The body was stiff, Jihan relaxed. "Hhh.. Durhaka, ahh."

After changing his mind, Jihan remained still in place, handsome waist, frown wrinkled, lips slightly forward. "Yes.. The library book is already, has the Yuyun intact, the magic book Pak Wawan is finished.."

"Hmmm.." While rubbing his chin, Jihan's ring finger sparkled. He's still confused, even scratching. "Ouch, yes.. "

Ngeeng!!

The set!

"Less middle! Modar!" said motorcyclist.

"Ughs. Ckk! Haduuh. that.."

The alley is empty of pedestrians. Jihan just realized, the path makes her calm, but almost hit by a local delinquent.

"What do-do not. calm gini.."

Jihan stepped up, her bag held, her legs instantly accelerated.

Jihan decided to run. One house, two houses, three houses, until the end..

Ckit. quit again.

Jihan's eyes were slightly narrowed, squinted.

Shuut! Zoom.

Jihan finds Mamah walking away from the fence with a woman in a yellow campus suit, black jeans.

Jihan continued running. "Now!"

Dephs!

"Dani!" reply Mamah, hugging her daughter.

"You read WA Gizi?"

"You're busy with your psychiatrist. Mute mute."

"Thank God, Mah. If not read. Sorry if Mom had read it."

"What did you send to Mamah Hani?"

"Ninety-six brightest stars and their description Mah. Fix, Hani's cured."

"But Mamah believed Fatimah more."

"Yes, I've had a relapse."

"When you want, baby.."

Jihan took off the hug. Likewise with Mamah who continued to wipe the cheeks. Jihan looked at Mamah's face without a word.

"Lw.wu."

"Yes Allah. Don't copy Mamah Hani's sin."

"Eh, who are you? Ipit flickers gini eyes, Mah."

"You know now who you are. Hick!"

"Ouh ouch. Gini Mah's. If Hani asks for permission, it must be Mamah.."

Dephs!

Mama was no longer able to hear the words of her son. Jihan was immediately silent and wrapped her hands around Mamah's back.

"You are so beautiful Rin. Whose body is this?" tanya Jihan rubbed Mamah's shoulder.

"Your sister."

"Sister..?"

"That's it.."

"His holiday is often."

"Parental genitals are more important. Yes Mah?"

"Hick! You guys fighting?"

"Yes. But.. Nizi apologized."

"Uhuh.. Hick!"

Mama took off a hug, cleaned both of her cheeks. Still listening to the diagnosis, Mamah also told Jihan that they wanted to follow her to campus.