KELANA
4.

"Seeing that Mumu dared to fight him, a bit wry was also Rani's guts. But he won't lose, dare to fight you now huh! Watch you!

I'll report it to Zulaikha's sister later, let you know the taste!"

Rani rushed away. He was afraid that Mumu would suddenly go crazy and dare to physically play with him.

Mumu grunts. He is not the kind of person who likes to find trouble. But if the problem deliberately comes to meet then how he will face.

Arriving Mumu in the library room, Buk Zulaikha immediately called Mumu.

"I've got a report about you. You have to remember, you work here because Mr. Kadis helped you. So don't make trouble!"

"But, Buk..."

I don't need your explanation! Rani and I have worked here for a long time and I believe in her nature. So there's no need for you to spend your energy influencing me!" Strictly buk Zulaikha.

Mumu bengong's. This is what he is in everyone's view.

"You're cleaning up the other bookstore. The one in the corner there. Those books are no longer useful, so you just burn them!" His order.

Your mother just nodded and left. No need to extend the word. There was no need for him to mention excuses if in the end his words were not considered.

Mumu is determined that she will be a useful person so that no one else humbles herself.

Mumu headed for the intended bookstore. It's not a warehouse, it's more like a landfill.

Looks like this warehouse hasn't been cleaned in years.

Dust and cobwebs covered the book and the room.

Mumu was forced to undress and used to cover her nose. Then take the broom and start cleaning in earnest.

I don't know why it looks like someone is staring at Mumu.

'Is it possible that Rani came to look for something?' thought.

He turned to look at the door but there was no one.

'What I just feel.' Mumu continued her activities again.

Not long after, Mumu again felt noticed.

Without warning, as fast as lightning Mumu immediately ran towards the door. Wanna catch. But it's lonely outside. There's no one at all.

The feathers of Mumu hit the creeps.

It keeps repeating until finally Mamu got tired of looking for who did it. Mumu finally focused on continuing her work.

The sun was already leaning towards the western horizon when Mumu finished his work.

The office is empty. Because everyone has been home since.

Mumu wiped her sweat with the back of her hand.

This room is clean.

Not all your books burn.

There are still some books that Mumu thinks are still worth reading and he has sorted into one big box.

Mumu returned to her room while carrying the book.

During his stay here Mumu had never been out for a night out. In the motor there is. But he prefers to sit at home reading books.

As of this moment, he was unpacking and flipping through the book that was earlier this afternoon brought from the old warehouse.

There is a book that interests him.

The book entitled traditional medicine by Sheikh Abdurrahman.

Judging from the table of contents of this book catagory treatment into three major chapters, namely treatment by massage, treatment by pressing acupuncture points and treatment by way of prayer and inner energy.

Judging from the list of contents alone, this book is a bit too excessive according to Mumu.

Too lebay.

Although less trusting but somehow Mumu's heart felt there was an attraction emitted from the book.

Without feeling Mumu has finished the first chapter. It's 04:00 in the morning.

But Mumu didn't feel sleepy in the least.

The book was originally better according to him but now he feels affection for the book.

The science is very useful. But unfortunately the absorption of Mumu is a bit slow so he just read but can not memorize it.

But that's okay, he will read it as often as possible and try to memorize it slowly.

...****************...

A week has passed since Mumu was last told to come to Mr. Wahab's house.

It's night time around isya time.

Mr. Wahab and his wife sat in the tv room. But the minds of the two of them were not focused on tv shows. They are being confused with the condition of her son Mirna who has no appetite.

His weight started to drop.

"Try you order food through go food, ma, how to know Mirna wants to eat." Wahab broke the silence.

"Already, Pa." Answer wife. Even before ordering food, Mama had asked Mirna first, but after the order was not eaten at all. Just smelled it was gonna puke." His complaint.

They are both very sad. Mirna child who was once very cheerful puppets now just stay in the room.

Far from his friends.

Friends vent a lot but friends who can keep secrets are hard to find.

Mirna doesn't have friends like that.

If a friend who likes to open the disgrace of fellow friends is chosen.

So be Mirna now just play mobile phone and watch tv. But I was bored too.

What's more his body is now weak, food is not in but often out due to vomiting.

"We need to get Mirna to the hospital, Pa." Advice from Fatimah.

Wahab sighed, "It's already in my mind, Ma. But if we take it to the hospital or to the doctor's clinic, it will be discovered that our child is pregnant.

Don't you be ashamed if this whole long strait knows our child is pregnant without a husband."

They fell silent again. Ten minutes passed. Suddenly Fatimah's buk exclaimed, "Suami...!"

Mr. Wahab was surprised, "What the hell is it, Ma? Just startle." he jolted.

"Mommy, Pa."

"Suami sia...?" Mr. Wahab's mouth opened and closed again. "Yes, Ma, just remembered me. Good thing you remember that." Said Mr. Wahab while patting his bidat.

"Try to get a cell phone in the room, Ma let me call so that tomorrow morning he comes here."

"Hallo, Mumu."

"Yes, sir."

"Tomorrow morning you come home! At 07.00 wib you have been standing by here. Understand you?"

"Ready, Sir!"

Mr. Wahab cut off his phone.

"Tomorrow we tell Mumu to take Mirna to the doctor's clinic, Ma. But not the general practitioner. Just go to the gynecologist. What about mama?"

"Yes, Pa, I think so too. Mirna's case must be because of her pregnancy. Only my mom doesn't know how to handle it. Because as you remember when you were pregnant, you didn't experience anything like this."

"Yes yes, Ma. Different people's experiences. Take Lidi for example..." Mr. Wahab immediately closed his mouth tightly.

"Who, Pa? S Lidi who?" Fatimah suddenly stood up. Her eyes glared towards her silent husband petrified.