Waiting for your Love to Grow

Madame Boss

Nabila just came out of the cemetery. After the dawn prayer, she quietly left her mother's house. He went to his mother's funeral which was a dozen km from where he was staying, using public transport.

A body that can not be upright with a pale face, indicating he is not okay. The woman chose to sit on the edge of a large pot filled only with dry soil that had solidified, which was to the right outside the entrance of the cemetery.

Occasionally Nabila closed her eyes to hold back the morning sunlight that highlighted her face. Cold sweat began to wet some parts of his body. However, the woman was still trying to hold on not to fall down, despite the fatigue that was taking her by.

"Mbak Nabila", greet a woman who was riding a motorcycle and stopped near the position of Nabila.

The woman then rewinded her motorcycle, without getting off the vehicle, in order to get closer to where Nabila was sitting now.

Nabila just look at the behavior of women in front of it. He did not know who the woman in front of him was because the woman's face was still covered in helmet glass.

"Lisa" said Nabila weakly, when Lisa had opened her helmet, after getting off the motorcycle she was riding while putting a sweet smile towards Nabila.

"Why is Mbak Nabila here?" Lisa asked as she walked closer to Nabila. However, only Nabila answered with a smile.

Lisa thrusts her hand at Nabila, who is then greeted by Nabila's right hand. They perfected the shaman, accompanied by a thin smile from the faces of the two.

"Mbak Nabila's hands are very cold. Is Nabila okay?" Lisa asked while observing Nabila's expression.

"The face also looks pale" Lisa said. As soon as the woman's hair stood up. He saw back Nabila who was just silent, from top to bottom with curiosity.

"Are you really Nabila? Not ghosts?" Lisa was doubtful.

Of course Lisa's funny question, made Nabila want to laugh. But what power, he did not have the energy, so it only raised a thin smile on the woman's face.

"Yes, I'm Nabila, not a ghost" replied Nabila.

"Keep, why is Nabila here?" Ask Lisa again.

"I went to my mother's grave" replied Nabila.

"Whose mother is the same? Miss Nabila is sick, yes, how pale?" Lisa gave a straight question to Nabila. However, Nabila simply replied with a nod, without saying anything.

"But" said Lisa, who then stepped away to her parked motorcycle.

Lisa came back to Nabila with a bottle of mineral water. The woman unscrewed the bottle, then thrust it to Nabila. "Drink first, Ma'am!" Her speech.

Nabila received the drinking water and gulped it slowly, until only half the contents remained. "Thank you, Lis", said Nabila while giving back the bottle of drink to Lisa.

"Same-sama, ma'am" Lisa said, as she put the lid of the bottled water that had not been tightly sealed.

"Where is Nabila going now?" Ask Lisa again.

Nabila shook her head. "That's it", answered Nabila briefly.

A moment of silence. Until Lisa opened her mouth again. "Mbak Nabila want to go to my place?" Lisa Fresh.

Nabila who had looked down, now raised her head and looked towards Lisa. For a moment the woman seemed to think, until then gave a nod of the head confidently.

"My house is near here, mbak" Lisa told Nabila, while helping Nabila walk closer to her motorcycle.

After Nabila got on her motorcycle, Lisa immediately started her motorcycle engine and ran the motorcycle towards her home.

True indeed, the distance between Lisa's house and the funeral is not far. Lisa's house is located about 200m from the cemetery, entering a small alley with densely populated conditions.

"Wa'alaikumsalam", replied a middle-aged woman with an apron covering her front body. "Home home, nduk" the woman told Lisa.

"Mbak, here!" Lisa waved her hand at Nabila who was still standing at the door of the stall, so that his boss' wife approached.

Lisa's voice, making her mother interested to look back, where Lisa and Nabila stand. At once the woman's face smiled faintly, "who, nduk?" Lisa's mother looked at Lisa, asking for an explanation.

"This is Mama Nabila, buk. His wife Mr. Denis, the boss at Lisa's company is working" Lisa said with a smile towards Nabila.

"Oh my God, the boss' wife suddenly played here. What a dream I had last night, yes", said Lisa's mother. The woman then walked closer towards Nabila, as well as Nabila approached towards Lisa's mother.

Nabila shook hands with Lisa's mother and introduced herself.

"Lis, bring Madam boss home! Mother prepare rice first for breakfast", said Lisa's mother.

Lisa invites Nabila to go to her house, which is located next to the stall. Just a moment Nabila sat down, Lisa's mother had come to bring a plate of rice with side dishes.

"Please eat, boss! Sorry, I live first, there are still buyers" Lisa's mother said. The woman left in a hurry, right after Nabila said thanks.

Nabila eat with greed, because indeed from yesterday no rice stopped by his digestive organs. Moreover, during her pregnancy her appetite was a lot, even she did not experience symptoms of morning sickness because it was her husband who experienced nausea and vomiting every morning.

"Sir, I call the office yes, let Mr Denis know that Mbak Nabila here is fine?" Lisa said, shortly after she sat herself in the chair in front of Nabila.

Nabila shook her head which was still down. Then, raised his head to look at Lisa. "Don't! I want to calm myself down here. Can I stay here for a while?" Tanya Nabila and Lisa just nodded.

Although grief is still not gone from her, Nabila tries to neutralize her thoughts and feelings, because she knows her baby will be good if her thoughts and feelings improve. Although there is a wedge that he can not finish.

For that Nabila according when Lisa asked him to rest. He closed his eyes, which still seemed to be puffy, with the accompaniment of the recitation of the sacred verse heard from the small speaker in Lisa's room.

Three hours of flying to dreamland, it is not enough to replace the sleep time that was lost overnight for hours, but Nabila forced to rise from the bed measuring 160 x 200 cm. Because he realized where he is now, so he should not be lazy.

After Lisa who was going to go to college, told the location of the bathroom that Nabila had just asked, Nabila immediately walked towards there. He closed the door of the bathroom that was not large enough, shortly after entering it.

Degggggg.nabila's heart seemed to want to stop, when he found a droplet of fresh blood in his underwear that he had just released. He tried to calm down and not panic.

After he finished his bath, he rushed out of the bathroom. When he was about to return to Lisa's room, Nabila passed by Lisa's mother.

"Mom, can I have a sanitary pad" said Nabila kindly.

"Mrs boss, is menstruating? Wait here for a second, I'll get you a change of clothes too! Lisa's mother was about to leave, but Nabila held her back.

"Mom, I'm actually pregnant, but suddenly there's a droplet of fresh blood in my pants. Is that okay?" Ask Nabila.

"Mrs boss, this is nothing. Let's go check on the nearest midwife. I borrowed the bike to the neighbor first", Lisa's mother seemed worried. The woman hurriedly went out to borrow the motorbike to the neighbor.

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