I'm taking back mine
Seeking ART

"Let's catch up with mom, Sar. We're having dinner at Clara's house" said Nabila.

"Yes, Mommy."

The Emperor came out first holding Raksa, "Don't forget the door lock, Ma'am!"reminded me.

"Yes. It also doesn't want to lock the door" replied Nabila.

Walk through the guardrail between Nabila's house and Clara's house. It didn't take long for them to arrive at Clara's house.

"Assalamualaikum,"salam Nabila and the Emperor then proceeded to walk towards the tv room.

"Waalaikumssalam, have you come?"reply mother Ros.

"Yes, Mom. This is Nabila bring food, how is Clara?"

"Clara fever, son. Here I take it to the kitchen to masakin porridge also for Clara," said mother Ros.

"When you want to go to Clara's room first, Mom?"

"Yes, Son. You guys go to Clara's room."

Mother Ros's children nodded in agreement with what her mother had asked.

"Where's the room, Ma'am?"ask the Emperor.

"There's on the 2nd floor, Sar. The position is exactly the same as the mbak's room."

"Oo that... Yaudah, let's go to her room. The sick people cannot be afraid of ket3mp3lan waiting rooms for long" Kasiar joked.

"Husso... Don't talk just like that, Sar. Everything that happens depends on someone's mind, if we continue to think positively InshaAllah will happen also a positive thing,"tegur Nabila gives a little advice for his sister.

"Yes ready, Ma'am. From now on the Emperor will try to always think positive."

"Good! Raksa, let's meet Unty Clara in her room, '" she told her son as she clasped his hand.

Raksa jumped slowly up the stairs and counted each rung.

"Where's kamal, ma'am?"asked Raksa dyed when he was upstairs.

"Kanar Unty is right in front of us, son. We knock on the door, come on..."

Tok tok tok tok

The rakas knocked quietly at the door.

"Ra, are you sleeping?"ask Nabila.

"Come in, mbak. The door wasn't locked" said Clara slowly.

Cclek

"Unty... Aksa's coming, "the Raksa's speck ran towards Clara's bed.

"Hi unfortunately unty," replied Clara smiling faintly, "You're coming, Sar?"he asked when he saw the Emperor appear behind Nabila.

"Yes, Ra. I want to look at you" replied the Emperor.

"Pake was taken in by everything, I just had a fever not a severe pain" Clara chuckled.

"Nothing, anyways our house is near," replied the Emperor.

"Where are you, Ra?"ask Nabila.

"The head feels really heavy, Ma'am," replied Clara weakly.

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"Then, Ma'am. But there's no change."

"Be brought to sleep first, Ra. Maybe after sleep the pain decreases."

"Yes, Mother. Sorry, I'm going to sleep first."

"It's okay, you sleep. We're not going to bother you,"sahut Nabila.

"Sir, I'm going to the kitchen first. Help mom eat."

"Yes, Sar. You should be helping mom, but there's no way you're taking care of Clara."

"Casual, Ma'am. The matter of helping mother is common to the Emperor," replied the Emperor casually.

"Jude, there's a little help mommy!"

The Nabila family gathers in Clara's room. Ros's mother studied near Clara who was sleeping after eating and taking medicine. The Emperor accompanied his nephew to watch his favorite cartoon on a lcd monitor connected to a laptop.

"The patch is big uncle, Aksa likes it. We buy this too, right?"

"Ciap, Uncle."

While Nabila, open the tab that he deliberately brought from home. Continue checking the em4il sent by Ikhsan.

"Mr?"

"Why, Sar?"

"The police went to sleep, I went home with Raksa. Mom's same mom if you stay here, just nginap."

"Jude, you go home."

"OK, Mommy. I'll go home first, okay? I'm sleeping, don't stay up either."

"Yeah... There you go home, not worried about me."

***

Early morning greets Ros' mother busy in Clara's kitchen to prepare breakfast and porridge for Clara.

Ros's mother married at the age of 25 years, had children at the age of 35 years. 2 years old Nabila, was born the Emperor as the youngest child of Ros's mother. Now Ros's mother's age is 60. At the age of old enough still healthy move. While the age of Revelation 40 years, different 15 years with Nabila.

Nabila noticed his mother who was still healthy to do activities in the kitchen, he felt sorry to see his mother at the age of old was still busy taking care of her children.

"Shall I find a housekeeper? Mother it's time to rest" muttered Nabila.

"Why, Mommy?"the Emperor asked his brother.

"Astagfirullah, Emperor? You don't bother me,"sahut Nabila is upset.

"Hehehe... Sorry, Ma'am," the Emperor chuckled.

"What's wrong?"

"Mom why daydream?"

"Ooh that... Ma'am thinks he'll find something to help clean and cook in our house, Sar."

"Why can you think of finding a maid?"

"Pity your mother, Sar. It should be at her age that now I just sit back."

"If so let Isar who is looking for his person, his monthly salary also let Isar take care of. We're sharing financial affairs at home."

"But what do you want, Sar? You haven't worked."

"So calm, after all the business of Mbak's shop was finished, the Emperor immediately looked for work. For the first month's salary of the work at the house of Isar there are still savings, "the Emperor said firmly.

"Alright, I agree. But only art salary alone, kitchen affairs and others, mbak the responsibility."

"Okay deal yes, Ma'am."

"okay! Which mercury?"

"Let's play the same Apocalypse, Ma'am."

Nabila was surprised, "Sir Revelation is coming?"

"Yes, Mother. He said he wanted to play with Raksa."

"And yesterday was. Isn't that enough?"

"No idea, Ma'am. Maybe Wahyu was lonely at his house, so he preferred to come here to play Raksa."

Nabila nodded her head, "You accompany Pak Wahyu aja, I don't want to help mom ready for breakfast. Take Wahyu Sarapam here."

"Yes, Mommy."

In the kitchen Nabila helped his mother prepare breakfast, "Mother, Nabila and the Emperor plan to be a person to help clean the house and cook."

"Who? Why, Son? I can still do all that."

"I know, Mom. But me and the Emperor agreed to look for art, and I just had to sit and watch Raksa play, so I'm not too tired!"sahut Nabila firmly.

"Alright, Son. I follow your decision, my children are grown up and know what is good and what is not."

"Thank you, Mom." Nabila embraces her mother from the side, "Nabila will do anything to make Mom comfortable and happy living with Nabila."

"Without you doing anything, I'm happy and comfortable, son."

"Pray Nabila and the Emperor so that our windfall is smooth and can send Mother Hajj next year."

"MashaAllah... Thank you, son. I am grateful to have children like you," said Ros's mother moved by the good intentions of her children.

"It's thanks to Mom's prayers and patience all this time for us." Nabila smiled at her mother who looked at her with teary eyes.