Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 11 ~
"Father" Lala's voice coming from the direction of the stairs, making me and Bima compact mas turned their heads.
That second also mas Bima who was originally sitting directly up, still with her hand that gripped my wrist.
I was slapped to see Lala who was crying with her favorite cinnamoroll doll.
Not only me, it seems like Bima mas also stunned to find Lala watching our squabble.
Just a small squabble actually, but for Lala who is not even five years old, it might be considered that her father and her mother are fighting.
Me and Bima looked at each other. It seems like we both gulped at the same time, because I saw the movement of the Bima mas jakun moving up and down while I was swallowing my own saliva.
A pair of netraku refocused on Lala who ran up to me and Bima mas.
When the steps were getting closer, from here I could see Lala's beautiful eyes that looked red. And somehow my eyes warmed up when I saw Lala's tears falling down.
My love for Bima was indeed very big, the love that grew since I sat in second grade MA and lasted until this moment, but my love and affection for her daughter was much greater. For Lala who for two years accompanied my days when Bima went to work. Lala is also able to divert my mind from Bima mas. Because of Lala, I can forget the pain of my heart as a result of her father's treatment.
"Mother" Unexpectedly, Lala threw her doll towards Bima mas then directly hugged me and put one side of her face on my stomach.
I lowered my gaze, looking at Lala who was crying as she pleased. Automatically my hands caress her head gently.
"Lala why are you awake?" I try to be calm.
I saw Bima picking up a white doll on the floor.
"Mother don't go" muttered Lala in a muffled voice. "Lala doesn't want you to go"
God, if I had known that Lala had heard our squabble, I wouldn't have said that. Now, what should I explain to this kid?
He who had suffered since he was seven months old, without breast milk and had to drink formula because of his mother's actions, then now, did he have to lose his mother figure for the second time?
Can I leave Lala who will most likely make her sad?
In the midst of the haru that enveloped me, I unraveled our embrace. I sat down at my place earlier, then took Lala into my lap.
"Mother won't go, son" I summed up Lala's face and looked at her deeply. "If you really have to go, will definitely invite Lala if you are licensed with your father"
"Promise?"
I smiled nodding before then peeking at Lala's forehead long enough.
"Mother appointment, mother will not stay in Lala alone" I don't know what promise I made, but this is the best to comfort Lala at this time.
"Lala don't be sad anymore, okay!"
Lala and I looked at each other, I wiped her wet cheeks, and also her forehead filled with sweat.
Until a while later, I felt Bima sitting next to me in the same position when talking to me a few minutes ago. This man was watching me and Lala from my right side.
"Thank you, already love the mother, Lala has helped mother become a good child"
Lala nodded then turned her head towards Mas Bima with an angry look.
"Dad can't be angry mother again" he said clearly referring to his father.
"Dad don't get mad at you, son"
"But the father was snapping at the mother"
"But I'm not angry, I'm just a negur mother because the mother is wayward"
"Why's a bad mother?" now that Lala's eyes are on me, that means that question to me.
I haven't been able to answer yet, Bima has been hunted to answer it for me.
"So father still wants to talk to mother, but mother does not listen to father, father told mother to sit again, but mother does not want. So dad scolds mom"
Lala flinching with a serious highlight, her black bead continued to stare at the father sharply, perhaps looking for solemnity over Bima's words.
What courage to look at the interlocutor actually inherited his father.
"Really, bun?" Now that intimidating look is on me.
Not wanting to be convoluted, I nodded with my lips on my back.
Seeing my response, Lala hugged me again, putting one of her cheeks on my chest.
"Lala dear mother, dear mother Lala?"
"Dear dong"
"Lala dear mother well, father also dear mother?"
"Yes" said Bima.
"Dear"
Even mother is very affectionate with father son, if Lala knows that father unfortunately only lies, surely Lala will be angry with father.
Smiling, I brought Lala back into my arms. I rubbed his small back while occasionally glancing at Bima mas who was so focused on staring at his daughter.
"We're bobo again yuk"
"Yes" Lala replied obediently.
"Lad's dad, huh?"
"No, I'll leave"
"So my mother promised not to go" I said, then kissed her head.
"It's hard now, pity your mother if you have to carry Lala up the stairs"
Lala scanned the face of her father who was smiling. Long enough Lala thought, he finally reached out and Bima quickly grabbed Lala's body.
Once again I lost to my ego, I ignored my feelings that were too tired for Shahla.
Let this be my way of life, loving the son of the man who never loved me.
I'm gonna stay here not for you, mas. But for your little daughter.
Let's act like strangers, forced to stay home.
But I'm curious about the agreement that Bima made with mami.
What agreement is that?
****
Last night, I finally fell asleep in Lala's room, ignoring Bima who also slept one bed with me and our daughter. Because of Lala's request, we were forced to sleep three.
I thought that Bima mas would move to his room after Lala had completely fallen asleep, but my guess was wrong, because until the dawn of dawn reverberated, Bima mas was still in his position.
The man slept on his back to Lala's left, while I was on his right.
Satisfied looking at Bima's face, I turned to look at Lala, I smiled for my little daughter, but my smile immediately disappeared when I felt Lala's forehead that I wiped using my hands was hot.
I got up and took the medicine box I always had in Lala's room.
When I checked using a thermometer, it turned out the temperature was 39.6°C.
Hot enough.
Not wanting to waste time, I woke up Bima's mas without awkward.
I touched his arm that landed on his forehead, not waiting for long, but Bima also opened her eyes and immediately turned to my face.
"What's wrong?" he wakes up to sit down.
"Lala hot mas"
"Hot" Automatically, a pair of black beads of Bima mas instantly scanned Lala's body, her hand touching her forehead.
"What do we take to the hospital? The temperature was quite high" I did not dare to look at him who was now standing and was wearing sandals.
"How much temperature?"
"Three nine"
Mas Bima directly reok Lala's body into his sling.
"We're going to the hospital now. I'll wait in the car, please get my wallet and cell phone on my nightstand"
I agreed with Bima's words, then grabbed Lala's jacket in the closet.
Before going to Bima's room, I first went to my room to get a bag and swaeter.
In addition to my wallet and mobile phone, I also brought a jacket for Bima mas who was still lying on the mattress.
Maybe because of last night, Bima had not had time to put the clothes that I had ironed into the closet.
When I got out of the house, Bima's car was waiting for me right in front of the terrace, I rushed into the car and grabbed Lala's body for me to hold.
Because the road is still very quiet in the dawns like this, mas Bima drove his car at a rather high speed.
Seriate.