CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 52 – REQUEST MA’AF
Mommy approached Bramasta who was sitting on her bed. Bed Adisti is still covered in curtains.
“Bram,” scolds Mommy while pinching Bramasta's upper arm.
Bramasta who was daydreaming with a surprised beard mixed with pain.
“Mommy yes, habits deh.”
“Apologies to Adisti there,” Mommy sneaked.
“Already Mom.. Adisti did not answer. Snatch.”
“If Mommy so Adisti also Mommy must be craving kok.”
“Bram has gone too far huh Mom?”
“Kayang do not have long hair but can not shampoo for more than a week?” ask Mommy.
“Kayang not be a woman who takes good care of her hair then suddenly her hair must be cut?” ask Mommy again.
“And it all happened before her wedding day. Unfortunately, her future husband is insensitive. And the people around him are also insensitive even make his hair as a mockery,” Mommy looks sharply at Bramasta and Indra alternately.
“Hair for women is very important.”
Bramasta and Indra bowed, citing their mistakes.
Mommy bows her head into Adisti's bed curtain. Adisti appears to lie on his side towards the right. Facing window.
“Honey..” greet Mommy, “Disti sleep?”
Mommy steps closer, “Eh, kok nangis?”
Bramasta and Indra who heard Mommy's words so melted his heart.
“Why?” Mommy sits on the side seat of Adisti's bed. Interestingly to be able to deal with Adisti, “Already. don't be sad with their words. They are just happy to be able to usilin Disti. Don't take it heart, OK? Mommy got mad at them all.”
Mommy grabbed a tissue on the nightstand. Help wipe away the tears of his son-in-law.
“Udah snambeknya yes,” persuaded Mommy, “Rooms so quiet do not sound Disti.”
Adisti smiled shyly at Mommy.
“Thanks a lot, Mom.” Adisti hugged Mommy.
“Your always welcome, Dear,” Mommy hug back while stroking Adisti's back.
“Abang can enter gak?” ask Bramasta.
Mommy looked at Adisti. Adisti. Mommy opens the whole curtain that covers Adisti's bed. Mommy looked in wonder at Bramasta who had 1 L of apple juice in her hand.
“Don't drink juice first, will you want dinner,” Mommy said.
“Just a lil bit_Free bit_, Mom.”
Mommy stood up and left them both. Bramasta took over Mommy's seat. Adisti still lay on his side.
“Abang take this. Sit yuk.”
Adisti.
“Still angry to Brother? Brother apologise.”
Adisti.
“Sorry yes make Disti sad,” Bramasta touch Adisti's sleeve, “Sit yuk?”
Adisti shakes again.
“Against Bang. The position of kayak gini does not make the seams twitch like tugging.” replied Adisti.
“Still feeling pain? Brother mintain pain reliever medicine huh?”
“It's also time for dinner soon, Bang. It was time to take the medicine.”
“Still sad?”
“Bit.”
“My strong girl so cry country hair yes.”
“Do not start, Bang.”
“Eh yes. ma’af. You could see Disti lying on her side like a gini. Her chubby cheeks make Abang want unyel-unyel.”
“So now Brother Ngatain Disti fat?”
“Eh?” Bramasta surprised, “Ngak.. Brother does not say Disti fat.”
“Barusan ngatain cheeks Disti chubby.”
“Laaaah... Wrong again Yes Brother.”.
Bramasta looked at Adisti with a confused face. Then speechless. His eyes were diverted.
“Why silent?”
“From talking but later make Disti annoyed again.”
Both are silent again. Bramasta poured apple juice into 2 cups of paper. Both enjoyed it in silence. Mommy and Indra repeatedly glanced at the two of them.
“Abang..” call Adisti after sipping his juice.
“Hmmm?”
Bramasta smiles, “Why?”
“Yes because sometimes Disti exposed to mood swing.”
“It looks like all girls are like that huh. Mommy, Layla's sister is also like that if again PMS,” Bramasta is aware of something, “Eh, means.?”
“What?”
“Ngak.. Not so. Afraid of mispronouncing again,” Bramasta chuckled.
***
Mr. Gumilar just arrived from the mosque after Isya berjama’ah when the car driven by Daddy's entourage arrived. Great to inform Father and Mother, Mr. Alwin and Hans will go home because there is something to be discussed. Agung did not mention the arrival of Mr. Hilman Anggoro. I'm afraid Mom and Dad will reject it.
Great and Hans crucified Dad on the porch. Dad hugged Daddy warmly and took everyone in.
“Ayo.ayo in. Want to eat first or want to pray Isya? Food is ready,” Dad said.
“Sholat first, Sir. To be calm eating,” said Daddy while chuckling.
Agung assisted Hans shift the chair in the middle room so that they can pray berjama’ah. Sajadah. They take turns. Daddy became a priest. Raka’at first Daddy read the first 10 verses of Al Kahfi's letter. Raka’at both Daddy read the last 10 verses of Al Kahfi's letter. Mother nudged Father's arm to hear the recitation of Al Kahfi's letter. Both of them listened to Daddy's reading from the dining room.
After the prayer, they headed straight to the dining room. Simple dishes have been served Mother. Vegetable asem, fried tilapia, fried tempeh, tofu pepes, raw lalapan and sambal terasi. Very tempting taste.
“Wah.. eat our.. The diet is tomorrow,” said Daddy sitting down.
“Seadanya yes menu,” said Mother, “Agung did not notify from noon if Mr. Alwin want to go home.”
“This is amazing, Mom. Family unifying menu. No one will refuse if given a menu like this despite eating out,” Daddy chuckles while waiting for his rice taken by Agung, “Quite Gung, that much. It will be easy again. Can nambah?”
“Bby dong.” replied Father.
The atmosphere of the dinner was full of familiarity without being awkward at all. Mother's cooking is amazing. After dinner, Agung helps Mother clean the dirty dishes. Mother prepares cut fruit and cakes. When Agung was washing the dishes, Hans came to help but was rejected by Agung.
“Udah, Bang Hans in the living room just accompanied Mr. Alwin chatting. My brother was tired all day of work. I'm working today in a hospital room so it's not too tired.”
“Not really need help? My brother also used to help his wife at home. Especially if your little one is fussy again.”
“Pengen see photos of little dong Bang.”
Hans opened his gallery. Showing a picture of his son.
“Ih.. gemoy very heck his cheek.” Agung looks anxious with photos of her baby Hans, “Cowok or girl, Bang?”
“Cowok. Andra Pratama Rahardian, 4 months,” Hans told a story with pride.
“A very handsome ih,” Agung says while soaping the spoon with a sponge.
“Yes is. His father was also handsome.”
“Dih. Pede very Bang.”
“Iya dong's. You when married?”
“Pengennya as soon as possible Adek. Let the race give grandchildren to Daddy Mother,” Agung chuckles, “But only candidates do not have.”
“May be hastened and facilitated mate for you yes Gung.”
“Aamiin.”
They had just sat in the living room to chat with Dad, Mother and Daddy who are discussing the primacy of memorizing the first 10 verses or the last 10 verses of the letter Al Kahfi to protect themselves from dajjal slander. Only Hans is not yet memorized. He promised to memorize it.
Sound of greetings heard from the direction of the outer door, “Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumussalam,” Agung replied while approaching the front door.
There was Mr. Hilman Anggoro coming with Prasetyo Anggoro. They're just the two of them. Agung already knows the plan of arrival of Mr. Hilman Anggoro from Mr. Alwin. But seeing the presence of the two of them in his house made his heart feel pain. They still see how they treat their families. Agung looked coldly at Mr. Hilman and Prasetyo.
“Ma’af Nak Agung, we want to meet with Mr and Ms. Gumilar. Do they exist?” ask Mr. Hilman Anggoro very carefully when speaking. Prasetyo lowered his gaze continuously from earlier. Dare not look at the Great.
“Please enter. Coincidentally we are having guests, prospective parents Father and Mother,” Agung deliberately said it to see the reaction of two people in front of him.
The grand turned around, guiding them into the living room. Dad and Mommy are laughing with Daddy and Hans. Very familiar like family. Not like people who are new to or hampered by different social strata.
Hilman Anggoro's heart was pinched. It was very different how he and his wife treated the Gumilar Family first. Moreover his wife who inexplicably against the Gumilar Family his heart is so hard and proud. Feeling higher in social status.
Prasetyo who saw the interaction of the Gumilar Family with the Owner of Sanjaya Group and its secretary made his heart shrink. The distance between him and Adisti seemed to stretch even further. He himself had already burned the bridge connecting the distance between them. Coupled with the behavior of Mama who collapsed the burned bridge.
Mother looked towards the Great. He looked up at the people behind his son. People who have ruined his family's life. Especially Adisti and Agung. Mother stood stiff. His gaze was fixed on Mr. Hilman. His eyes were shaking. It was hot because painful memories were coming out.
Dad looked at Mother. Then set his gaze towards the view of Mother. Mr. Hilman Anggoro nodded and smiled hesitantly to Father. Dad took a long breath. Mr. Alwin touched Dad's arm.
“Assalamu’alaikum,” Mr. Hilman said hello.
“Wa’alaikumussalam,” all reply greetings from Mr. Hilman.
“There is a need for Mr Hilman to come to our shabby house?” Mother asked with a voice full of emotion. Mrs Hilman always said this house was a shabby house. The poor man's house.
“Do we have to kneel again before Mr Hilman in our own home?” Mother clenched both her hands.
“And you, Tiyo! You have never once come to us to ask ma’af. You came to the hospital at that time only to whine to Adisti to take you back.”
Agung rushed to Mother. Hugging her and whispering so that the Mother would be calm.
“Sitting Bun.. The calm first. Brother sure, they came here for good intentions.”
Mr. Hilman's breath felt choked. He recalled the words of his wife who was unceasingly insulting the Gumilar Family. His feet that were about to step suddenly stopped.
“Ma’af. Ma’afkan me. Ma’afkan us who have hurt the heart of Father and Mother Gumilar family,” his body bent when saying ma’af.