You My Bucin's

37. Fevers

Dinda put her feet towards her daughter's room, her hands moved to knock on her bedroom door because it was already noon. It is very rare for Alya to wake up late especially Dinda to have to build it like this.

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There is no lawfulness. Usually when Dinda knocks on the door, her stepdaughter will open the door immediately for fear if she goes into her room.

"Am I going in?" Dinda mutters.

In the end after a few minutes of silence the woman ventured to turn the door knob and saw a beautiful girl lying with a shivering body wrapped in a duck-patterned blanket.

Dinda immediately ran to check her daughter's body temperature, hot. "Alya, you have a fever, baby?"

Alya did not respond, the girl still closed her eyes but her ears heard clearly how worried she was.

"Mother take you to the hospital yes," bargained Dinda who was immediately replied by Alya.

Dinda's eyes glazed over, she was afraid that something bad might happen to her daughter. "Yes already let Mommy take care of you at home, for a while mother get warm water first."

Dinda walked out of Alya's room without closing the door. The girl stared at the departure of the mother, she continued with a wry smile.

"I-mom, Alya kangen."

Turning to Dinda who was panicking, the woman's motion did not escape from two men who were sitting in a henchman at the dining table.

"Mother why? how panicked is that?" devan asked, who saw his mother carrying a basin filled with water and also a small towel.

"Who has a fever?" added Aryan.

"Alya fever so I panic, this I want to compress him first," replied Dinda then left the two men.

After Dinda's departure, the man in his 40s got up and followed his wife as well as Devan who immediately stopped his breakfast and joined Aryan.

The two men were silent on the doorstep watching Dinda painstakingly compress Alya. There was no usual rejection from the girl, she just resigned to the treatment given by the mother.

"This morning is so good, Dad" whispered Devan.

"Yes, I think it's a dream," Aryan replied without moving his attention to the others. He focused on seeing a very rare occurrence in his house.

"Tumben yes, Alya does not refuse the presence of Mother." Devan smiled faintly at the events in front of him. "Hopefully after Alya's recovery, she can accept the presence of Mommy just as she is today."

Aryan nodded with a smile, may God grant their wish to be a happy family, even though he knew Alya would be very objected because it should be Nirmala who is beside him instead of Dinda.

But, hopefully there is a miracle that makes Alya accept the writing of his destiny.

"You don't go to Van school?" aryan asked suddenly made Devan panic.

"Good God Devan forgot Dad!" Devan kissed the back of Aryan's hand. "Devan school first yes, assalamu'alaikum."

The guy ran away from Alya's room, Aryan was just shaking his head at his son's forgetful behavior.

Behind the commotion was Alya who was listening with his sharp hearing, if the girl was recovering maybe he would sneer at her father and stepbrother.

"You wait a minute, mother make porridge first for you," said Dinda softly while rubbing the top of Alya's head.

Slowly Alya opened his eyes, his body felt much better than before despite still feeling cold and limp, but the pain in his head started to disappear. Alya should thank Dinda later, hmm or maybe not.

"Why is he good? the stepmother should be evil" Alya murmured.

His eyes looked at the sky wall of his room, this atmosphere reminded him of Nirmala. She wanted to hug her mother, tell her how she grew up, and she wanted to talk about Inspiration. But all her hopes were like an impossible fiction, Nirmala hated her so much as if she had never treated Alya as the daughter she loved.

"Alya, eat first yuk. Mother bribe," said Dinda who had returned with a bowl of porridge and a glass of warm water.

Dinda helps Alya to sit down and the girl doesn't say anything, she just complies when Dinda gives a spoonful of porridge with a sprinkling of fried onions on it.

"Alya Pinter really wants to finish the porridge." Dinda smiled happily as the full bowl was empty.

Now Dinda gives A medicine and water to Alya, but the girl Hanua receives the water not with the medicine.

"Why?" ask Dinda.

"In the drawer" Alya replied.

Dinda frowned not understanding.

"The medicine is in the drawer" he said.

He said he opened the nightstand drawer that made Dinda widen her eyes. So many types of drugs there, whether the drug is what is clear Alya must have often consumed it.

"Don't kepo, it's just preparation for fear of pain," said Alya ketus when he saw the shocked face of his mother. "Here let Alya who saw, Mother will not know the cure."

Dinda gasps when Alya calls it 'mother', there is a feeling of pleasure that creeps in her heart, it seems like she managed to touch Alya's heart even a little.

"Alya you only have a fever why did you take five types of drugs?" dinda was shocked to see a bunch of white medicine in Alya's palm.

Not answering, Alya immediately swallowed all the medicine once drank until the water was washed. "Mother do not say anything to Daddy, and Mommy also does not need to know what medicine Alya drank," he said.

"Why can't you know what medicine you're taking?" tanyanya sad.

"Because Alya doesn't want you to know!"

Dinda took the glass in Alya's hand and put it in utensils, the woman clasped Alya's hand and looked at her net gently hoping that the girl would be honest with her.

"Alya, Mother loves you, Mother does not want to let you why-why, there is nothing you keep secret from Mother and Father especially regarding your health."

Alya's eyes were heating up, she was crying in silence.

"There's a sick Al, or-"

"Why? why should it be good with Alya?" The girl sobbed, looking at Dinda with watery eyes. "Don't be nice with Alya, don't love Alya, I-I'm afraid."

Dinda carried her daughter's body in her arms, she stroked Alya's back trying to calm down. "You must not be afraid, Mother will always be the same Alya."

"No! don't tell me like that, Alya won't, Alya's getting scared!" his screams, without letting go of his embrace.

It's okay, for today Alya wants to feel the embrace of a mother, even though she still hates Dinda, mother.