I'm the Forgotten One
Shrieks.

(The most beautiful thing in life is when we are able to be grateful for what we have achieved)

-by Author

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The night has passed, now greet and change with the morning. This morning, Agatha did not wake up because she was very tired. Most of the crying made her eyes become swollen. The sun outside has welcomed the morning with a smile that gives warmth in the morning. For most people, the morning is the beginning of everything, starting activities and other activities.

Coinciding once today is Sunday, which as usual many people who go to worship, there are also those who worship in the afternoon according to the schedule that has been provided. Which is certainly in accordance with the busyness of each, if it is felt that in the afternoon there will be activities, then they choose to worship in the morning and vice versa.

At William's house, which this morning Bi Momon had finished with his short prayer in the morning. Bi Momon came out of his room while singing a song of thanksgiving to God who had given the opportunity to get back up to breathe the fresh morning air. What a pleasure it would be if we were able to be grateful for what God has given us in our lives, that is also what Bi Momon is feeling right now.

“Surya shines fresh air, thank you.

On the beach, the waves are breaking, thank you.

T’rima kasih a thousand (o t’rima kasih a thousand)

To the Lord my God (o to the Lord my God)

I am happy to be loved, thank you.

Melati scented I said sing, thank you.

The whole song, thank you.

The human heart is good at love, thank you.

Every time whispered my heart, thank you.

Pray as high as heaven, thank you.

All the time said a word, thank you.”

A strand of the song had finished Bi Momon singing with a feeling of gratitude. So Bi Momon immediately did his routine activities in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the William family. It did not take long now that breakfast has been held in its place because Bi Momon has been very dexterous in doing his activities. Finished arranging some food for breakfast at the dining table, Bi Momon turned at a glance towards the stairs that led to Agatha's room. No sign of anything was seen there.

As a result Bi Momon stepped towards the stairs and climbed it until he arrived at Agatha's room. Several times Bi Momon knocked on the door, but there was also no answer from behind the room.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck.. Bi Momon knocked on the door repeatedly.

“Non, wake!” he said, “it's almost noon nih.” Add Bi Momon on the sidelines knocking on the door.

Unanswered, Bi Momon turned the doorknob and pushed the door inside. On the bed Agatha was still curled up like a sick man. Bi Momon walked over to Agatha's power bed, then turned off the air conditioner.

“Wah, girls are still curled up!” bi Momon said as he pulled out Agatha's hairy blanket. But when Bi Momon's hand accidentally touched Agatha's arm, she was shocked because Agatha's body temperature was now not as usual which was none other than heat (fever). As a result it made Agatha realize by rubbing her eyes because all she saw only showed a blurry shadow.

“Why, Bi?” Agatha asked as she yawned because her consciousness had not yet been perfectly gathered, “alight, huh?” he added.

“Aduh, Non. Aunty thought you were cold, it was not feeling well,” murmured, “wait a minute, Aunty get a compress first!” bi Momon.

“Auhhhh!! Why is this so painful anyway?” he said he grimaced when his hand touched the painful part. He immediately got up from the bed and walked towards his dressing table, he wanted to ascertain what had happened to his chest. He opened a few buttons of his nightshirt and found the part looks scuffed and reddish. He's surprised.

“This must be because Welson yesterday.” He muttered and then closed the buttons because at the door already showed that Bi Momon had arrived with a compressing water container and a small towel. Agatha lay back to her bed.

“Non, Aunty compress first yes, so that the heat drops.” Said Bi Momon who was immediately answered with a nod of the head by Agatha.

Getting approval from Agatha, immediately Bi Momon compressed it without stalling again. Agatha's eyes were closed since the compression, so she did not know if Bi Momon was staring at her.

“Non strong and patient yes. Indeed, life does not always go according to our expectations. But we must be able to stand up hard to face everything with sincerity,” Bi Momon satin, “supposedly children of non age should not feel what is not feeling like today.” He added, without tears now flowed freely on Bi Momon's face.

Afraid that Agatha would find out who was crying, Bi Momon grabbed a tissue on Agatha's bedside nightstand. She wiped her tears as fast as possible. But had not finished wiping her tears, Agatha suddenly startled Bi Momon's activities.

“Bi, Aunt why?” agatha asked puzzledly who found Bi Momon holding a piece of tissue with her hands pointed at her face.

“Auntie got sick with flu, huh?” agatha again.

“Eh eng.no kok, Non,” replied Bi Momon stuttered, “ini because Bibi imagined the film doom kok.” Bi Momon quibbled.

“Yeah, Bi. Why watch that one? Aunty wants to be hit by a broomstick because it often nyapu, so?” agatha said as her hand lifted the compressing towel.

“Wehhh, there is no such thing, Non. Aunty never watch flying fish.” Bi Momon replied slightly.

“Up to you, Bi.” Chirp Agatha, then pulled her blanket back to cover half of her body.

“Non, don't joke! Aunty does not understand the language of the crowbar,” said Bi Momon seriously, “ but if the language of the heart is a toy Aunty,” continued with a little laugh.

“Welehhhh, the most common language of the diva, is it Bi?” terka Agatha's.

“Well it knows, Non,” it answers, “you're Aunty down ya.”

“Iya, Bi. Thanks yes.” Agatha smiled knot.

This morning he felt very lazy to do activities, either just down just for breakfast or others, but the pillow and blanket managed to influence him to laze. Especially because of the joy. He stared at the nightstand looking for where his phone was there, then grabbed it when it was found.

Not long after, without him contacting Welson, now his phone rings that immediately display the name of his girlfriend. His eyes sparkled like he was getting a pearl grain.

Without wasting any more time, he immediately answered the call with a smile.

“Hallo, dear morning,” greet Welson at the end there, “lag what happened?”

“Hallo is also a bad darling,” replied Agatha smiled, “I am lazy to say anything, Yank,” he continued.

“Loh, why? Have you had breakfast belom?” ask Welson.

To be continued...