
"OK, ready. I'll see you there." Mirza ended the conversation on the phone.
"Whose call, Mas?" Ask Via who is tidying the dining table.
Mirza approached and 'cup' , one small ketchup landed on Via's forehead.
"We'll have lunch outside."
Via looked astonished. "meaning?"
"The Word is confident in meeting. He knew I was coming home. You still want the Word, right?"
Via just a small nod. Word of Mirza's close friend while still working at the Regional General Hospital.
"Keep free dong I cook?" The voice of Via lirih. "Would you like to make tauco sauce?" Via stared at the plate of kale light that was still billowing before him.
A moment later Via ran into the kitchen and turned off the stove.
"Huuf! Thankfully not a slack." Via breathing relief.
"Wow, Gurame sauces butter!" Mirza exclaimed with a sparkling expression.
"What wow wow? People don't eat at home either!" Via picked up his teacher moved onto a wide plate while putting on a disappointed look.
"You know what, bribe dong. Aaa ... " Mirza opened her mouth.
"Ih, it's still hot tofu!"
Via gliding back to the dining table.
Tluing .. tluing .. tluing .
Tluing ... tluing .. tluing .. wing wing ...
Mirza's phone lying on the dining table rang and her screen showed a call from her mother via WhatsApp.
"Mother, Mas."
Mirza quickly grabbed her goal.
"Yes, Mom. Hello ... " Sapa Mirza, whose face turned somewhat worried. "Yes, Mirza's been there now."
"Why Mother, Mom?" Via was curious as soon as Mirza was done with her phone.
"He said she was dizzy, her body lemes. Probably exhausted. I went there first to see the condition of mother."
"I'm coming?"
"No, baby. You are here to be ready. We're going. Beautiful dress up, cup!" Mirza dipped Via's left cheek and waved away. "Acrasnodity ..."
"Wa aleikumussalam." Sahut Via is not excited.
Via sat himself looking at his cooking with a faint look. Twice disappointed him in an instant. Her cooking was not eaten and she was not allowed to go to her in-laws' house.
Tong ...
Tong ...
The sound of a loud bell rang out.
Why use the bell pitcher anyway, Mas Mirza? Someone must have missed. Sukurins! Tell me to go in a hurry?
Via unmoved, fun-backed chin still facing the dining table.
Tong ...
Tong ...
There was once again the sound of the bell but Via was still not moving.
Just keep the bell, Mas. While your fingers turn into thumbs, I will not open them either. People are not locked also use the bell pitcher all.
Tong ...
Tong ...
Tong ...
Tong ...
The sound of bells growing increasingly forced. Via jumped.
It's not Mas Mirza!
Via a small run to the living room. Understandably the house is quite large and not as large as moringa leaves, so it needs extra energy from the kitchen to the front room.
Tadaa ....!
"What's so long again? Again your giggles huh?" Spray the guest as soon as the door is opened.
Via glared, his mouth gawking.
"Why are you looking at that ghost?"
"Kok didn't tell me you wanted to come here anyway, Yan?"
"Intentionally! You want to disturb you!" Yana ngeloyor cuek without welcome to enter. "Where is Popaye? Popaye .. , yuhuuu ... !" Yana screamed loudly.
"Not there, back to my mother's house."
Yana threw her ass on the soft guest sofa.
"To your in-laws' house?"
"Yes. I'm not feeling well anymore."
"Well, it's free for me to come here." Yana sok pairs disappointed look. His nose then sniffed at something tickling.
"What the hell are you?" Via was astonished to see the nose of Yana who was deflated.
"You what is this? Nose feathers I got on a gini stand? The aroma ... " Yana headed for the dining room next to the kitchen. "Well, yes ... the fragrance is from here!" The excitement of a new kayak found a treasure.
Via who followed him only snorted. "Game!"
Via just a diem without expression.
"Why bengong? Is this food to be taken?" Yana took the initiative to wash her hands in the sink and pick up the dishes.
Via nurutin Yana sit down.
"Now!" Yana thrust a plate filled with rice on Via. "Eat a lot of good food!"
"What the hell?" Via smiled slightly, starting to melt his disappointment.
After kamit komat read her own prayer, Yana immediately ate her food with greed.
"Heem, that's delicious. Steady!"
Via looked at his best friend, Via's smile was getting wider now. Lost are all his disappointments. Yana is indeed unique, likes to mengeselin but can really make people feelin good.
"Eh, Yan. You are not dieting anymore, are you?" Via was surprised to see Yana added rice also side dishes several times.
"Have forgotten the diet! Forget, forget! People are not fittings for bridal clothes too!"
Via laughed out loud, it was nice to see Yana really move on.
"Eh, these snacks are not papa nih food abis? What if your husband comes home to eat?" Ask Yana while teasing the gurame, just don't let anything be left.
"Tape! You remember my husband!"
"Hehee ..."
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At Miss Een's house, by,
Mirza wiped the cold sweat on Bu Een's forehead.
"It's not hot, Mom. At least I'm just tired."
"We're taking him to Burhan's clinic, Mas." The Udin's.
"Yes, Din really. Maybe Mother's low blood. Let's go get a doctor, ma'am."
"You're the one who checked, Za. You can."
"Yes but Mirza didn't bring anything, ma'am. We go to the clinic, let the mother be given vitamins so healthy spouts."
Miss Een finally nodded.
"Din, please take care of the store first yes, or if it does not close the shop."
"Ready, Mas!" Udin rushed to the shop which was just next to Bu Een's mother house.
Mirza drove her mother to a white expander parked in front of the house and drove to Burhan's doctor's clinic.
Doctor Burhan who was well acquainted with Mirza and Bu Een immediately gave his friendly smile as soon as they entered the room.
"So, I'm from the morning lemes really. Though already breakfast, drink tea, drink milk, eat fruit, eat snacks as well." Papar Bu Een interrupted the busyness of Burhan's doctor to check on Bu Een's condition.
"Means I eat a lot." Seloroh Mirza nosy.
"But it's not nausea, is it, Mom?" Ask Dr. Burhan.
"No, Doc."
"I'll make the recipe first." Doctor Burhan wrote something down after he finished examining Ms. Een. "Mother is just tired, lack of rest and a lot of thoughts."
"Yes, Doc. I have a lot of thoughts." Mumbled Bu Een slowly. "Think my son when to give me grandchildren." Continue Bu Een while glancing at Mirza.
Doctor Burhan just smiled. "This recipe. I only give vitamins because nothing is serious."
"Thank you, Doc." Mirza took the recipe rushing out followed by Bu Een.
"Za, did this take Mom out for a walk?" Pinta Bu Een's.
"Aren't you asking for a walk? Mom will be sick. Should I rest?"
Ms. Een put on a jutek look. "Let's not think about grandchildren."
Mirza gave up because she couldn't. "Yes, Mirza went to the pharmacy and took the medicine. I'll wait in the car." Mirza gave me the keys to her car and headed to the pharmacy.
Ms. Een smiled widely.
Mirza waited for the cure while glancing at her watch. Almost 12 noon.
Hem, certainly not hunted meet the same Word.
Mirza quickly contacted Firman before she waited for him at the meeting place.
"Hello, Man. Sori really, like our lunch event was pissed first. You know, Mom got sick all of a sudden, I'm new at the clinic."
"Oh, huh? Yes no papa, what if we change it later?" Word from across.
"Ok, maybe too. Yes, yes, this is the place."
Mirza. If it's tonight, he thought. Then Mirza remembered something and her fingers nimble typing a message.
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At the Via house,
Clutches
Via phone reads a sign of incoming message.
Honey, lunch is changed for dinner. We do not go because the mother even ngajakin these streets abis control in the clinic doctor Burhan. You're not angry, are you? I'll definitely go home when it's done. Love you _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Via chuckled himself finished reading Mirza's message.
"Why are you, Vi? Laughter by itself is not frenetic!" Tanya Yana astonishedly looked at Via with a pampered look.
connect again yes, , _______________________________________________________________________________________________