AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 89. MOM
Today Aiswa schedule is quite solid for therapy, ranging from acupuncture massage, spa, to stretching. All his activities did not escape the supervision of Dewiq, even he followed all that Aiswa had to do at the request of the therapist.
"Sister, thank you very much. I'm not lonely to be," Aiswa opened her arms wide still sitting on her wheelchair hoping Dewiq would burst into her arms. When all the sessions have been passed.
His wish was achieved, Dewiq immersed himself in the arms of the tiny body. Channeling all the spirit so that the two of them would rise again from the valley of sadness.
"Thank you Aey has fought healthy again .. shower and pray yuk, then we go for a walk .. has ashar." This time it was Dewiq who reminded, was embraced by Aiswa with a bright face.
An hour later.
Dewiq still faithfully accompanied and pushed Aiswa wheelchair everywhere. Wandering around the mansion sipping fresh air in the afternoon, until Aiswa asked to stop in a garden full of flowers.
"Anyway, I want to walk on the grass? it was long agoaaaaaaaaa so it felt like not setting foot naked on wet grass, "he said with a twinkle of pleading eyes.
"Can I stand up or can I help you?" tanyanya gently.
"I can, can you take off your socks?" Aiswa was worried that there were men around who saw her. The feet are also part of the woman's aura, and during this time Aiswa always wears socks to cover the soles of her feet.
"Byeah, here I take off his socks." Dewiq bowed his body about to remove the socks that wrapped Aiswa's legs but prevented him.
"I can Brother, I can, slowly .. I can," his determination was round even though the tip of his lips grimaced with the pain in his back.
"Already, I just ... don't burden your spine too heavy," he said as he continued what was delayed.
"Syukron Kak," looked at the face of ayu who was down.
You are very affectionate even though it sometimes looks cold and scary.
Dewiq helped Aiswa rise slowly from her wheelchair. Her hands she circumferentiated on the girl's slender waist until firmly standing up and her legs had stabilized supporting her body.
"Can? sure you want to walk without Aey's cane?"
"Yes, brother, I tried."
Aiswa set her smooth white te-bed feet slowly onto the wet grass that had just been watered by a small faucet automatically fluttered water like a shower with a smooth circle embedded with a collection of flowers.
Pt ...Pt ... Pt ...
His footsteps were short, exactly the toddler who was being hobbled learning the way.
"Go on, again but slowly Aey," Dewiq gave his spirit even though he also followed Aiswa's steps from his left side.
The small face with slightly thick eyebrows was smiling brightly, deeply portraying the feeling that she was happy to be able to do something well.
"Alhamdulillah," he said gratefully as he followed the grass pattern step by step.
"Sister, adem yaa .. My feet are like ants, it feels ticklish to spread to the waist."
"No Aey, sit down, it's a long time ago." Dewiq hurried to take a wheelchair and asked Aiswa to sit there again.
"Sit down, your feet may step on the grass but you must sit down, now." Absolutely orders.
The round eyes blinked a few times, and there was no rebuttal.
Aiswa sat back down, still barefooted playing the wet lawn in the garden.
Both of them were a little surprised when a woman came over. Wearing a black long-sleeved blazer suit, with a matching short span skirt. His hair was thin, neat and impressed elite.
" Jo, come here."
"Yes, Miss."
"Aey, this is Joanna."
"Hi Sister Joanna, nice to meet Brother."
"Just Jo Aey, Jo .. He called him that."
"Sister, does he know me?"
"Sure, he knows everything, even injecting a heart rate-reducing drug for a few seconds undetectable by the doctor there, yes this is the person."
"He also diverted Umma's attention during the exchange of your anchor ... Joanna was watching you closely when I wasn't by your side .. And, well, she's my sister's only friend."
Joanna still lowered her head, not daring to look at the young girl who claimed to be her new master.
"Greetings to Miss Aeyswa" he said.
Puk. Dewiq hit his shoulder.
"Miss Sorry ... Aey, just Aey right now, not Ae...."
"Aey means Ai for Aiswa or Aeyza, both are the same Ai."
"Good."
Aiswa smiled at the thing that she thought was ridiculous. Now the gloomy face looks start to show a lot of a smile. It shows that his heart is happy.
"Whatever it is, I hope we can be good friends, Jo," Aiswa said with warm eyes welcoming their friendship.
"From now on, take care of her because I'll start at Papa's office tomorrow .. accompany her Jo, serve her wholeheartedly, like you treated my sister, don't let the takedor come back."
"Well, I'll take care of Miss Aey this time with my life."
"Don't do it, everything is God's will, Jo."
The warm conversation between the three girls at the park that afternoon suddenly faded as Dewiq's assistant reported the development of the Mother.
"Miss, sorry, big lady showed a reaction."
"What?"
"His eyelids moved though weakly and his fingers started twitching though not all of them." Report again.
Dewiq ran away leaving them at the park. His heart beats faster as the steps of the bedebam produced by the pounding of the legs collide with the floor.
"Moms," he shouted as he approached the glass room.
"Moms," his breath was hunting, almost crashing into a table full of sheets of paper, medicine and other medical devices in the room.
"Miss, be careful."
"For Moms, again, give me a sign or a signal if you hear my voice" she whispered softly.
Silent.
"Moms," grab her on a hand that's still drooping weakly.
"Mama," Aiswa's voice came with Joanna.
"Ma, don't you miss me? Mama," he said slowly getting closer to the right side of his adoptive mother's bed.
Det. Det. Det. Hands held by Dewiq twitched.
"Aey, Mama reacted with your voice .. again Aey," pinta Dewiq excited.
"Ma, we read dhikr in the evening yes, Mama can follow in the heart if you can, Ok? Aey began yes Ma, Bismilbornrahmanirrahim," This time Aiswa very slowly reciting one sentence of praise, dzikir sholawat so that the Mother can follow.
"Aamiin," as the voice of adzan maghrib reverberated.
"We pray here or how's Aey?"
"Replace or how Kak, here narrow."
Aiswa asks Joanna to push her wheelchair to the toilet so she can pray and prepare for maghrib prayer.
The net still occasionally looked towards the bed, it felt like Aiswa had seen Mama's eyes move.
"A-"
"Maa? ... Kaaaaaaa," cried Aiswa calling Dewiq.
"I-that," pointed Aiswa at Mama's restless eyelid moving left-right.
"Moms, slowly, do not rush .. we will not leave you again" whispered Dewiq in his mother's ear.
"Ae-"
"I'm Ma, I'm here." Aiswa grabs Mama's hand then she holds it tight.
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