Don't Call My Name
S2-Vonis Doctor

188

A week later.

Two red babies are being sunburnt by Miranda and Zara. The two women were very anxious to see Arka and Arsha twitching on their laps, occasionally letting out an anxious voice.

Ugh, don't let Zara lose consciousness, then bite her own child. Remember, Zara! He's a baby, not a doll.

“Uluh, reed, Mommy's son ngulet. Let's hurry up, huh?” Zara kissed Arsha's cheek on her lap. Then put together their noses that are both sharp.

“Mami want to be called what they are, Mam?” ask Zara a few moments later.

“What, huh? If called Oma or Grandma, feel aging.” Miranda was silent for a moment to think.

“Mami is old,” chirps the child.

“Usia is old. But in terms of looks young, dong.” Miranda is a woman who rejects old. Various treatments and also sports he did in order to always have a beautiful body, healthy and fit.

“So what to call?”

“Call by Nena.”

“Nena ...” Zara thought for a moment. Not long after, he agreed. “Keep that Daddy called who dong?”

“Si Engkong,” Miranda laughs herself after that. Imagining the valiant Reuben was called Engkong by these two infant children.

“Hallo baby!” suddenly little om came out to his two nephews and kissed him alternately. Mike, the Junior High kid is ready and already carrying his backpack.

“Dede join inter-school, yuk!” mike said he wanted his mom to take the baby's niece and drop her off.

Ever since Arka and Arsha were born, Mike seemed to have a new world in his life. No more top up games hundreds of thousands a day because he is already busy with his twin nephews. She likes to be given the task of looking after the babies. Sometimes, even learn to carry it. And what Mike likes most is Arsha, a little girl with thick hair.

“Not yet, Son. I'll wait a little bit edgy. We can take them for a walk,” replied Miranda.

“Yeah ...” Mike was disappointed, but he understood.

“You leave with who are you, hmm?”

“Sama Si That ...”

“Sama Si Who is it? You can't be that. If you call a name, you must be polite.” Miranda rebuked her youngest child because until now she was still so.

Not that he doesn't like it, Mike likes Rayyan. That guy was never weird. In short, Mike knew that his brother-in-law was a good man. It's just .. he's too prestigious to admit it.

“Same Om-Om,” answered Mike indifferently.

“Om-Om that's your sister-in-law, call her a good name.”

Mike remained silent. All those words entered his mind. But he chose not to respond.

A few minutes later, Rayyan came out. He kissed his two children and his wife, then kissed her mother-in-law's hand before they left together.

Rayyan first drove Mike to school, then he headed to Bekasi because there was a meeting with the new teachers.

And coincidentally, Rayyan also met with Sammy there who was improving in his room that he used to live in during work.

“Assalamualaikum.”

Soon after, Sammy looked up and stopped his activities. “Eh, Brother? Waalaikumsalam.”

“You're the same Mauza back?” Rayyan's approaching.

“Yes, it was a really early morning. Three o'clock I guess. Continue directly here.”

“Seger out holidays.”

Sammy smiled, “Iya, passable.”

“You look like you're going where?”

Sammy's speechless. The man was confused when asked that. Isn't the job done? The school is standing strong and operating as it should. Then especially?

There was no prior written agreement that he would be discharged after he had finished his duties. But Sammy no longer has any use here.

Hello, was there anything I went through, right?

“My task is done, Brother,” replied Sammy after a moment of silence.

“Yes, your task is done. But where do you want to go?” Rayyan repeated because Sammy had not answered the question she was referring to.

“You are looking for work elsewhere, Brother. Coincidentally sent applications to various places. Please pray yes, hopefully quickly received,” Sammy replied straightforwardly.

“We never told you to leave, Sam.”

Sammy made his hearing clear. The next time he heard wrong. “Means?”

For a moment Sammy gaped. Without being able to say anything more.

At Al Fatir's residence, Mauza was distributing his gifts. Alma and Zunaira were there. They stayed here last night at Vita's request because she was worried that her pregnant children had no one to look after her. Because if their husbands are busy at work.

“Indeed Mama didn't go to Sister-in-law's house?” mauza asked considering that her mother always came there.

“Your sister already has a baby sitter now, so not too much trouble again,” Vita replied.

“Oh ...” Mauza rounded her lips.

“Za, thank you, by-by him. Repot everything, anyway. People stay for a quiet holiday,” said Alma. The woman who was six weeks pregnant looked very happy to receive a pair of batik clothes.

“No papa Al, anyways I'm his buying art.” Mauza smile. He repackaged the rest for those who had not yet gotten their share. Then opened his phone for a moment because he heard it go off.

Ants: I'm ahead, Za. But I didn't come down. You get ready now, yeah.

Mauza: my appearance is okay, so there is no need to prepare.

After replying, Mauza said goodbye to his mother, Alma and Zunaira.

“Where are you going? We're here again, brother? Why was he left?” ask Zunai in astonishment.

“Sorry yes, everyone. Mr. Misua I wait in front. We want to take a walk first!” Mauza answered as she passed. He was reluctant to tell the truth where he was going. Because he thought they didn't need to know about it.

“Yeah ...” Zunaira looked very disappointed. Though he still misses his brother who has been this week he has not met. But Zunai felt Mauza had been different. It was like there was a distance between them that he did not know what the cause was.

“Kak Mauza is not so because he does not like you, or have problems with you, son,” said Vita when Zunaira asked this question.

“But ..” Vita rubbed the head of the child in her lap, “she was just keeping her heart that was actually weak because it could not be as lucky as you. He is also an ordinary man who has sadness ..”

Zunaira was silent because she listened to her mother's talk.

“Mama knows how she feels. It's not easy for him. Even though he looked strong, he never said anything. Wish your best to your sister, yes.”

“Always, Ma.”

♧♧♧

Mauza and Sammy just got out of the hospital where they checked their fertility.

The two men came out with lethargic faces after listening to a doctor's explanation that Mauza was sentenced to PCOS. The woman's egg is small which causes her to have difficulty getting pregnant. While Sammy himself is still waiting for the results of the lab check sp*rmanya tomorrow day.

“Udah, don't be so sad. What's a smile, Za?” Sammy drew a smile line on Mauza's slightly charred face as a few days ago it continued to be dried on the seafront.

They had a full vacation with the Alif family in the highlands, tea gardens, beaches, waterfall and much more. Their vacation is very memorable because Alif and Dara continue to invite him to joke like crazy.

“You told me to smile. Your own people can't smile, right?”

“I can,” Sammy showed her the smile she forced, “I told you, no matter what happens I will not be disappointed. This has become the destiny of our lives.”

“But just ...” Mauza hugged Sammy. Her tears broke in the end.

“Yang Patient, Miauw gosongku ...” Sammy rubbed Mauza's back.

“Ihhh!” Mauza broke away and hit Sammy in the chest. Again seriously even dicandain.

“I speak facts,” said confidently.

“You said I'm a charred kayak you're the whitest.”

“It's good that we're both charred. So fair,” Sammy doesn't bother about it. “Road more, yuk. Where are we going to go?”

“Mau to ...” Mauza looking for an exciting place, “mau watch.”

“Come on!”

They're heading to the nearest movie theater.

Alright, there really is no other way to smile in the midst of misery, other than us forcing it ourselves.

The test of life will always be there as long as the breath is still blowing, the heart is still beating and the body is still moving.

Testing is not just for the sick, or the poor.

For health is a test; will you be grateful for health, or will you be satisfied with it. Just as wealth is deposited, God will ask the treasure later and how they use it.

The best of man is he who is full of gratitude.

Seriate.

It'll hurt a little .. but calm, happy end.