Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 13 ~
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With a half-run step I approached my little daughter. I immediately kissed his forehead which was still spitting out hot temperatures. My hand also moved stroking his head full of tenderness. Although I have no experience taking care of children from my own womb, but I quite understand how to treat them. One with the gentleness and patience I showed Lala.
"Mother!"
"Dear baby, how's the mother's son?" I'm a little bit of a body. I tried to hide the sad look from Lala.
"Lala was happy, last night bobo same father, same mother"
I knitted my eyebrows, while my hands were still rubbing her hair.
"Lala seein dad's mommy, the bobo is funny, Lala continues to bring mother's hand the same hand father's hand over Lala's stomach. Be the father of the same mother bobonya hold hands"
"Oh yeah?"
Lala nodded complete with a smile.
"Lala couldn't bobo last night, because she was afraid that my father would move to my father's room with my mother, then I would get angry with my mother again. Lala is not bobo"
I was stunned, either with Bima mas.
A child as small as Lalapun can feel my sincerity, mas. He reciprocated my love with unfortunately an even bigger one, but Bima mas? Until two more years passed, the heart is still not liquid. Do you still love Mbak Hana? Or is there another woman who makes you unable to love me?
"So Lala isn't bobo?" I just looked at his face.
"No"
"Yes, now bobo again yes"
"But mother don't go"
"No, my mother is with Lala"
"Promise?" This kid stuck out his little finger.
"Promise, unfortunately mother" Our pinkies fused together, before then I again kissed Lala's forehead.
I saw that from earlier Bima was just silent while listening to my chat with her daughter. His expression was completely calm as both of his hands went into the training pocket he was wearing. His gaze was not diverted for a moment from his daughter who still displayed a pale look.
"Mother has not prayed dawn, Tha" The sound of Bima mas makes Lala turn her eyes towards him. "Ijinin mother pray first, yes. Thalia was like dad before"
Lala was silent, like the dilemma between letting me go to fulfill my obligations or holding me back from staying here with her.
"Last night I prayed, bun"
"Last night prayers, son. Now it must pray again, its name is dawn prayer"
"But out of prayers mother accompany Lala again"
"Definitely dear, you can not be far from Lala, mother kangen continues to be the same Lala"
"Yes, you can pray, but you can't pray for long"
"Okay, mother's son" Reply I'm still in the same position. "Mother prayer first, yes"
"Yes, mother"
I diverted a pair of netraku to Bima mas who stood with a relaxed gesture.
My priest does have a calm, yet firm soul. His calmness and decisiveness were completely out of bounds.
"I pray first, mas"
Mas Bima simply responded with his body language, nodding.
When I came out, and before closing the IGD door again, Bima seemed to replace my position standing next to Lala, then peeked at her forehead long enough.
What does your heart react to hearing your daughter say that she loves being able to sleep with her father and mother, mas?
A train? Or not even caring and assuming your daughter's pleasure is just the wind?
After closing the door, I continued my steps towards the hospital mosque. Other than to worship, I want to clear my mind there.
Remembering how Lala said, as well as how happy she was that she couldn't close her eyes, I couldn't bear to leave her.
***
I want to hold on for Lala, then, do I have to fight for my heart? Struggling to get Bima's heart in another way? The way Riska suggested to me? Making Bima fall in love with me?
But how do I control it? my experience of love alone is absolutely zero.
Then, after I tease him, if Bima mas tempted it was buggy, but if he still refused to see me, and even refused, I would be ashamed, where would I put my face after that?
Sighing slowly, I finally decided to return to the IGD room.
Earlier when I spoke to Lala, the nurse told Bima that Lala would be moved to the ward. Because Lala's fever is too high, the nurse must observe Lala further. In addition, the doctor has not examined it because the pediatrician will come at seven o'clock.
Just when I opened the door, I saw Bima touching the phone screen because someone called her. I stopped my steps as soon as Bima said hello.
"Assalamu'alaikum Gey!"
"Wake up, again in the hospital. What's up?" It was said mas Bima, with a distinctive flat tone of hers.
"Came"
"He's got a fever"
A moment after that, mas Bima directed the phone screen to Lala's face.
The man switched his call to a video call.
"Good morning, baby?" The voice of a woman who lately also disturbed the peace of my brain.
"Good morning, onty"
"Thalia fever?"
"Slight fever, onty"
"Hopefully get well, baby"
Because of the video call, I could clearly hear Gesya's voice from the phone.
"Lala will also recover, there will be a mother if Lala can recover quickly"
"Let's onty if there's time on the edge of Lala's nose, Lala wants to buyin what?"
"Lala doesn't want anything, Lala just wants to keep going"
Hearing Lala's words, it seemed like Gesya was stunned. He feels slapped maybe...
"Assalamu'alaikum"
I ventured to interrupt Lala's conversation with her aunt. Mas Bima and Lala compactly answered my greetings.
"Mother!"
I stepped, directly walking to the right side of the bed, because Bima mas is on his left side.
"Mother is finished praying?"
"It's dear"
Without saying anything, Lala just handed the smartphone into the hands of Bima.
"Halo Gey" He re-routed the call with a regular call. It's no longer a video call, and I can't hear Gesya's words anymore.
"Hm"
"Wa'alaikumsalam"
After answering the greeting, Bima immediately closed his call.
Gesya is not my rival, our level is very much different, I agree with Riska that Bima mas may not love a woman who likes to boast. Gesya is probably chasing after Lala's father. Otherwise, why is he early in the morning like a phone in Bima?
And my decision is already unanimous. I will bet my shame and even self-esteem to tempt Bima.
I will be able to decide after knowing the reaction of this cold man when I see me wearing that shameful outfit.
The clothes that Zara once loved, might be suitable to start my mission.
Seriate