FORCED CHEATING
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Mirza and Via have just returned from the police station accompanied by Om Jaka. Bu Harni welcomes her son and daughter-in-law with concern, especially about Via.

“Mother take you to the room, Vi. Let you rest first.” Holding Via's arm to escort him to the room. “Mother masakin you rib soup, eat ya?”

“Later, Mom. I have not prayed dzuhur.” Go to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Miss Harni came out rushing to the kitchen to make two cups of coffee. Mirza is seen talking to Om Jaka in the living room.

“Tonight let me take care of your mother. You just rest at home, really kasian from yesterday you must be sleep deprived.”

Mirza massaged her temples that felt throbbing, fatigue did make her physically feel weak. Lucky though Udin was no longer working for his mother but he was willing to keep watch in the hospital from this morning because Mirza and Via had to fulfill the police call related to the lakalantas case that befell Bu Een.

“Which I wonder the only victim who was thrown away to the rice field even healthy wal afiat. I think it has the immune science of that person.” Said Om Jaka who knew the other victim survived yesterday's accident.

“I mean that mabok motorcyclist?” Timpal Bu Harni who appeared with two cups of black coffee mletakannya on the table.

“Iya, Ma'am. He said he was just a minor injury. That's great, right, is it the guy?” Om Jaka was really astonished.

“Maybe God love him safe for repentance, Dik Jaka. How do you know after the accident people do not mabok-mabokan anymore.” Bu Harni's tone actually led to Bu Een's condition, but Mirza did not respond. He was quite dizzy with what he was going through right now.

“Elu will continue not your mother's case?” Om Jaka picked up his coffee glass, sipping on the contents slowly.

“Ngak, Om. I want to focus on the condition of mom.” Take the glass, inhale the aroma of coffee for a moment. The nerves are quite relaxed.

“Pan mabok is wrong, Za? You didn't hold me accountable? Can be subject to layered article of people.” Om Jaka was curious. “Udah mabok, ugal-ugalan, until almost make people's lives drift again.”

Mirza sipped her black coffee full of enjoyment, shaking her head slowly. “Ngak Om, I can survive it is more than enough.” Put the glass back.

“Where did your mother come from? How come we go alone? Do you usually tell people you want anything?” Miss Harni kepo is also the same as the real incident.

“Ngak know Mom, because you can't be questioned. But based on the police investigation it is likely the new mother from the ATM, as found a cash withdrawal slip from the ATM machine a few minutes earlier inside the wallet mother.”

Ms. Harni only snorted, even though her mouth was very gatel trying to make her iron but she still tried to hold it because she felt sorry for Mirza.

“Terus the truck driver has been asked?” Om Jaka sipped his coffee again slowly.

“Udah, directly after the incident.”

“So the suspect is also not a person?”

“Ngak Om. Because according to witnesses at the scene the truck was in the right lane and the speed was also normal. Just because the mabok people who overtake with above average speed with the condition so that the mother who is on the opposite path keget and not ready, he said, so it can get hit and get thrown under the truck.” Mirza rubbed her face, leaning against the living room sofa with a jaded look.

“We pray that your mother can go through her critical period so that her operation can be done as a piece.”

Nodding then glanced at the circular watch on his left wrist. “I shower first Om let seger, ntar we to the hospital together.”

“And I told you earlier let me take care of Udin, you rest first. Tomorrow we go back to the hospital.”

“Iya Za, actually said Om you.” Timpal Bu Harni's. “You're tired later even you are sick.”

Mirza was forced to recede even though she always wanted to be near her mother. “Then I met his doctor please ask about the development of mother yes, Om?” Mirza Pinta.

“Iya, ntar I tanyaain.” One sip the rest of the coffee is only half a glass. “But I still don't really understand the same you explained yesterday.”

“What's the Om?”

“On your mother who is again in what condition it is, eum ..” Recall for a moment. “Medically induced coma what is it?”

“Heem.” Mirza nodded. “So it's the same as if mom was deliberately made into a coma for a while, Om.”

“Kok that? Uda know the accident people are waiting to tell the Cepet aware so that it is healthy again, eh even deliberately made into a coma, how the hell? The doctor was wrong, Za. You don't do it, ntar your mom even why?” Om Jaka was confused, Miss Harni just listened.

“Yes not possible, Om. Leonard's doctor is a neurosurgeon, so his diagnosis can't be wrong. I believe in him, after all it's a recomendation from the doctor Burhan.”

“Yes, it's up to you. But I really still don't understand the same thing that was.”

“For example gini Om, the mother was deliberately made into a coma to prevent more severe brain damage, because the mother experienced a collision that was so hard that her brain was injured.”

“Wow! Danger is danger. Your mother is yes not yet an accident her brain has been damaged, plus another impact. Hem, the cave does not know once healed, he woke up would be whatan.”

Bu Harni almost laughed when she heard it, she immediately covered her mouth with her palm from seeing the annoyed expression of her daughter-in-law.

“So aja doain mom let cepet healthy, kok now Om even say mom anyway?” Mirza's annoyed.

“Gue doesn't know your mom, I was just guessing and guessing.” Om Jaka defended himself.

An annoyed Mirza immediately rose towards the room together Via who had just come out.

“Mas? Eat yuk.” Via Say.

“Ntar Darling, Mas salat dzuhur first.” Entering with a look still holding back the upset.

“Mas Mirza why, Bu?” approaching Bu Harni.

“Om you tuh, he does not feel at home nosy with your husband.” Bu Harni smiled at Om Jaka.

“Laki elu sensi kayak test pack!” Downing the rest of the coffee until the toilet.

Via is still faithfully standing in place gawking still do not understand.

“Eh, I think you're sure to eat Vi?” Reawakened Via from his abbey.

“Oh yes Dik Jaka has not eaten yet? let me ready first yes.” Bu Harni rose towards the eating runag, Om Jaka swiftly tailed.

“Vi, you don't eat?” Call Om Jaka who has been sitting sweetly at the dinner table, Bu Harni brought a pot full of rib soup that is still warm, complete with corn bakwan also tomato sauce. “Wuih, from the smell it must have tasted good. Mbak Harni emang really good cook deh.”

Via slapping his butt only looked at the plate containing rice that had been prepared by the mother. “Which fertilizer, Bu?” Ask Via.

“Hem, your basic yes behavior! Nyari who does not exist, this much food is still asked crackers, what will it be? Want your 17-an lu race?” Seloroh Om Jaka's.

“I want to eat the same crackers.”

“Later mom buyin, now eat this first yes.” Give a bowl that already contains rib soup on Via.

“I swear, this is so good Mbak.” Praise Om Jaka after meneyruput soup until the melek rem so delicious.

“Ish, Om lebay!” Cebik.

“Emang really good kok.” Feed complete rice with the side dish.

“Not what laper?” Via Ledek.

“Two, hehe..” grinned after chewing his food. “Abisnya elu kebangetan, the time from the morning due nemenin you to the police station home not taught to eat? That's not it, Mirza?” Look at Ms. Harni who is also enjoying her lunch. Miss Harni just smiled.

“Kan Om don't ask for food?” Via defended her husband.

“Ya should understand dong? Until I overslept at the mosque abis sahalat police station dzuhur so long wait for you, uh come home let alone be offered a meal, bought mineral water was not! You're a big boy, Vi!”

“Ekhem!” Deheman's successful baritone voice made Om Jaka turn his head. “Common me yes?” Mirza sat next to Via.

“Again! Speaking of the Udin, it is not understanding to be a person even though I have been sent to the police station.” Om Jaka put the food back in his mouth.

“Kalo we eat outside ntar cuisine mom no one eats.” Take a plate of rice prepared by the mother-in-law. “Darling, why haven't you eaten? This is the soup only diliatin aja, ntar GR you know he.” Seeing the wife whose plate is still not reduced in content.

“I want to eat the same crackers, Mas.”

“Hem, dede baby wants to eat the same crackers huh?” Swiping through the stomach of Via which began to protrude. “Ntar dad buyin yes, Nak.” Mirza spoke to the baby in the belly of Via, Mirza's face was already seen as tangled as before.

“But the crackers are white bunder holes, the diameter can not be more than 8 centi, Mas.”

“What kind of fertilizer is it?” Sembur Om Jaka's. “Again boys you tell make your own, let the size fit!”

“Ish, Om what the hell is this? Who asked, who ranted?” Mirza sebal's.

“The reason is bini you the request is strange.”

“The name is also pregnant.”

“Still profit Via just ask for crackers.” Timpal Bu Harni's.

“Tau nih, basic Om resek!” Annoyed Mirza.

“Feelings saban pregnant, bini you cravings anti mainstream mulu. In the past who asked onde-onde an odd amount of sesame was, rujak fruit size 2 x 3cm lah ..”

“2 x 1.5 cm, Om!” Errata Via.

“Yes that's the point. Ribet! I'm not sure how I am, pretty nyungsep at kelek already seneng him. Prakstis and efisen!”

“Whatever Om says, anyway I want crackers according to my request Mas.” Looking at the husband full of requests.

“Iya Darling, later Mas promise buyin. Now eat first yes, Mas bribin.” He persuaded his wife to open her mouth. “Nak right?”

“Heem.” Nodding with a sydney.

“A again Darling, open his mouth. You should eat a lot.” Put the spoon near Via's mouth.

“Hadeh! My sultry, romantic snobs you newlywed cakes aja.” Cibir Om Jaka who finished with his lunch ritual. “Mbak Harni, thanks for lunch. Excuse me, I'll go home first.”

“Lho, why rush Dik Jaka?”

“Iya Mbak, want to rest first at home ntar abis maghrib just returned to the hospital again.”

“Yes, be careful? do not wait a moment again, it's food like not nyampe in the stomach deh.” Said Miss Harni.

“Ngak papa, later on while he goes down by himself.” Smile broadly as you rise.

“Pasti mo cariin bininya tuh rush home to follow bribes.” Mirza Ledek.

“Available. You think I'm ami bini my office? Like playing bribes?”

Via and Bu Harni giggled amusedly, though, the small debate that always leads to the action of mutual plunge was at least able to make Mirza's feelings in normal mode return after from yesterday a soul like a daze because of the shock of thinking about her mother's condition.

“Still yes, Om. Greetings to Denaya with Amara.” Excited Via before Om Jaka's body disappeared from view.

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