After Marriage
Child Jeng Asih
"Anha cepetan temenin Mama made to the hospital jenguk Jeng Asih!" mom shouted from outside Anha's room.
Hah, looking at Jeng Asih this night? Just be right. Isn't there tomorrow, anyway?
"Buruan, Anha!" mama shouted from outside the room to raise her eardrum.
"Yes yes, Ma. Don't worry, dong."
Anha came out from inside her room while bending her face. He grumbled in his heart and followed Mama who was already holding the key of the motor.
Anha's eyes are five watts even though it's ten at night. But he's really sleepy.
"Ma, sleepy," Anha whined to her mother after her mother took the motorcycle out of the garage.
Anha does have only one motorbike that is commonly used by her mother when leaving for work. He himself more often ride online motorcycle taxi because indeed Anha can not ride a motorcycle. Some say it even makes wasteful. But everyone is different, anyway.
"Udah hunted up. There is still a lot of protest," Mama said with annoyance because her son was too much grumbling.
With a still irritated feeling and frowning eyes. Anha hollering at the back.
Fortunately, the sweeters it wears can prevent the cold from the night wind.
Anha recalled a moment of remembrance and looked for topics so as not to be quiet during the trip to the hospital.
"Ma, it's not Jeng Asih that's her best friend mama who was at dinner that night, huh?" asked Anha while propping her chin on the shoulder of her mother who was still busy driving.
"Yes. Right."
"What's the pain, Ma, how did you get treated in the hospital?"
"He was in an accident, his right leg cracked. I don't know if there might be any more pain. Poor son rarely at home kept her husband again out of town."
Anha nodded her head. Anha remembers, after all, when the dinner Aunty Asih looks troubled and limped when walking.
Anha bit her lower lip and half hid an amused smile when she remembered the question she was about to ask her mother.
“Ma. Jeng Asih's son is not handsome? Which handsome is the same Hasan?”
Now his mother seemed excited to answer the question of his son. The atmosphere has begun to warm up, beating aingin night that feels cold touching the skin of the body.
“Clearly, dong, his son Jeng Asih. I am handsome, rich, good as well. Continue if not wrong first Jeng Asih ever story, really, to Mama if her son is a property entrepreneur.”
Anha turned to her two eyes hearing this. Hahey. At least his mother is too exaggerated to give an assessment to her son Jeng Asih.
“Lebay, yes, Mom. Mama never met him?”
“Yes, ever, well. When he picked up Jeng Asih, right, he spewed the same salim as Mama. Well, anyway, you don't want to be fooled by him. If Mama is young and betrothed to her, mah, Mama would want aja.”
Anha held her head covered in the red helmet. Then why is it not her mother who married her son Jeng Asih.
Without feeling because it is so fun to chat until they do not realize if it has reached this hospital.
Anha just kept quiet while following Mama who is currently busy searching her phone to find where the location of the room Jeng Asih is located.