
“Clay, where are you? Jeez kid, two days you don't come home?” ask Ella from the end of the phone.
“Iya Mother sorry, Clay will come home later,” replied Clay is still a little sleepy.
“Clay you don't macem macem yes Son. Mother does not want if you—“
“Bun, indeed Clay want macem macem how the hell? Clay's been living abroad for a few years, have you ever been able to report that Clay isn't really there?” clay asked in an irritated voice.
“It's not like that, son, you're worried about you. And also, you don't pity Jesika, she's lonely here no you.”
“Bun, he is not a Kindergarten boy anymore, and also there is Claudia Bun.”
“Clay, please be with you. For this time only, immediately finish your business and return to the original road. Mother please, mother does not want you, father and Om Jhon until—“
“Mother calm down, Clay closes the phone first. Assalamuaikum,” said Clay quickly and immediately closed his phone call without waiting for a response from the mother.
Clay sighed violently, his drowsiness gone in an instant. He glanced at the gurney where Naura was still fast asleep, then he immediately moved and chose to go to the bathroom to wash his face.
During these two days, Clay continued to accompany Naura in the hospital. And only this afternoon will Naura be allowed to go home. Ken? He was also in the hospital, but he only peeked occasionally and went back to the bastian workspace.
And during those two days as well, Bastian's om must be made high blood by the attitude of his own nephew who keeps messing up his. He regretted that he had offered Ken a place to rest at the time.
“Eat him, if you don't want to get smoke, don't play with fire!” sulek om Bastian who immediately threw some paper to ken.
“Nobody is playing with fire!” said Ken quickly, “Lagian Mama who gave her request was strange so. Where to use threats all over again!”
“Now you want to ask.” Bastian sighed a little long, then looked at Ken with his serious face, “You love Naura?”
The deg!
“You love your lover?” ask Bastian again, “Ah yes om just remember. She's the girl we used to meet at lunch, right? Son of auntie Nisa's friend?”
“I—iya .. “ replied Ken slightly staggered. He does not even know why now he always feels doubt about anything he will say.
“Ken, how about Naura and Clayton get married later?”
“Om don't bother! Naura is Ken's wife, where can marry her same rich refrigerator!” exclaiming Ken as if he did not accept, of course it made Bastian immediately laughed.
“You don't love her? Sure enough? But why hear she married another man you don't accept hem?” said Bastian then he sighed heavily, “Later help tell papa and your mama. Om will say if you want to divorce with Naura,” he added with a thin smile.
“Om—“
“Udah do not need to thank. Later, even if your parents will stop your rations, there is still Abas who will help. Calm down, the important thing is that you are divorced, right?” Imbuh her with manaik lower eyebrows teasing to Ken.
“Om Abas it knows no!”
Brakk!
Bastian grew increasingly laughable when he saw Ken push his chair down and leave his room.
"People want to be helped, instead say ngeselin," he murmured. Seeing Ken like this, somehow it looks funny and becomes its own entertainment for Bastian.
Of course, because he had not teased each other for long enough and disturbed his eldest nephew.
‘Jeez Ra, Ra. Can you marry your child who is still unstable like this, xckckckk!’ decak Bastian shook his head, and not infrequently he also still chuckles when remembering the magic attitude of a Kenzo.