
That afternoon, Rania and Bima were sitting in front of the terrace. Rania embraces her son, occasionally rubbing Bima's shoulders gently.
"Ma, will Bima be able to attend school tomorrow? Long time at home makes Bima miss the school atmosphere," said the boy.
"Bima hasn't really healed yet, son." Rania looked at her son with worry.
"The five are healed, Ma."
"The stitches on Bima's head are still wet, son. Wait a little dry. Mama is afraid, Bima will play with Bima's friends and the wound is bleeding again," said Rania.
"All right, Ma." Bima chose to obey his mother's words. I don't want to see anything unwanted happen again.
"As long as Bima routinely takes her medicine, surely her wound will heal quickly," said Rania gave advice to her son. Bima responded to his mother's words by nodding her head.
Shortly after, Rania's phone rang. He saw the lighted screen, saw a contact called 'Mama' on the screen. Rania received the call.
"Hello, Son." There was a voice from across the phone from Bu Isna.
"Hello, ma'am," Rania chimed in on her mother's words.
"Mama got word from besan, if yesterday Bima fell from the stairs," said Bu Isna with a worried tone.
"Yes, Ma. Bima slipped on the stairs as she was about to walk towards me" Rania explained.
"Oh my goodness, my grandson ... Then how is Bima now, son?"
"Bima is a little confused. Only got a minor injury to the head," said Rania.
"Why don't you tell this to Mama. After hearing the story from besan earlier, your heart seemed to jump from its place. Next time anything happens, tell us in the village. Events like this should not be repeated again," said Bu Isna gave a warning to his daughter.
"Yes, Ma. Forgive Rania and Alvaro for not telling this to mom and dad" Rania said. He deliberately did not tell this to the village because he was afraid that later his parents would feel worried.
However, what Rania did was wrong. Whatever the circumstances, the distant family must know the story. At least they were honest with what happened.
"Ma, Bima wants to talk to grandma," whispered Bima nudged Rania's arm.
Rania nodded her head, "Ma, Bima wants to talk to mama" Rania said.
"Where's my grandson? Give her your phone" said Ms. Isna.
Rania hands her smartphone to her son. Bima smiled, he directly attached the flat object in one of his earlobes.
"Grandmother," call Bima in a slightly whining tone. It seemed that the boy was about to indulge with the grandmother.
"Yes my grandson is handsome. Milky dropped? Does the wound still hurt?" ask Ms. Isna.
Bima chimed in on her grandmother's question with a nod of her head. In fact, the grandmother could only hear his voice, without seeing face directly.
"Maybe the day after grandma and grandpa will be there. Bima wait for grandma, baby. Later the grandmother who blew Bima's wound to heal quickly," said Bu Isna.
"Assyc! Grandma's going to be here. Bima is very happy. Grandma don't lie to Bima, Grandma. Bima will always wait for the arrival of grandma. Bima wants to play with grandma" said the boy.
"Yes, Grandchild. Later grandma will make Bima's favorite chocolate cake. Medications from grandmothers so that Bima can recover quickly," replied Bu Isna.
"Why the day after tomorrow, Grandma? Try Grandma here tomorrow. Or just today," said Bima who seems impatient to meet his grandmother.
"Patience, Grandchild. Grandma had to wait for Grandpa to finish his job first. Wait two more days." Isna tried to persuade her granddaughter.
"Alright, Grandma. Bima will wait for grandma," reply Bima .
Rania heard this and immediately gave her smile. He feels very happy. Bima who is familiar with both her parents in the village. And even his son was easy to get along with when he was brought to his hometown.
The phone call was ended by Ms. Isna. Bima smilingly returned her phone to Rania.
"Ma, we cook delicious yes to welcome the arrival of grandmother and grandfather," said Bima.
"Of course, honey." Rania nodded while smiling.
"What does Bima want my mom to cook?" ask Rania.
"What can you cook. Mama's cooking is very good," praise Bima while pointing her thumb.
"Mama hasn't mastered too much about cooking. Maybe later the aunt will help mama," said Rania while commenting on her smile.
After saying this, the mother and child were silent for a moment, drowning with their own thoughts. Shortly after, Bima opened her voice again.
"Ma, about how Febby's doing. Febby has been away for a long time but he has no news at all" said Bima who recalled the little girl who had been his neighbor when they were still living in the apartment.
"Mama also doesn't know how it is now. But, mama is sure, Febby will be fine living with his father. She must have been happy and not moody anymore" explained Rania who tried to revive her son's spirit.
Bima was a child, but the boy had a high level of concern. If it had happened to another child, maybe he would not have gone back to talking about his friend. Or maybe not want to be friends with Febby, because initially the little girl is hostile to Bima. Treat him badly.
However, when he realized Febby's reason for doing so, Rania also understood him. The intention of the girl is good. He did not want if his mother betrayed his father because he had liked Alvaro, or could be said to be crazy about his father Bima.
"Ma, do you hate Febby's mother?" bima asked by showing her plain face. Bima also had time to find out, that Febby's mother who liked her father He remembered the speech of Febby who asked Bima and her family to immediately move from the apartment.
Hearing Bima's question, it makes Rania confused how to explain it to her son. If asked whether she hated it or not, of course, Rania hated it. Especially when caught by Rania, where Mila just barged in and tried to seduce her husband. Of course, it made Rania angry.
However, in front of Bima, Rania should not show that hatred to her son. Which in the end, herding the little boy also has a sense of hatred for others later.
"If Febby's mother apologizes for her mistake, she'll forgive him, son." This time, this answer is safe for Bima. In order not to encourage the boy to have hatred or revenge on others.
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