Marrying Sergeant Major

Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 14 ~


The time has shown at 6:30 WIB. Lala was moved to a classy inpatient room a few minutes ago.


Because Bima and I are ASNs, we are facilitated by the government to provide health insurance for one family.


Unbeknownst to Bima, I secretly contacted my office to ask permission not to enter work today. I want to accompany my daughter who really needs me in this time of illness.


As Lala and I were joking around, a whistle of the door made us focus our gaze toward the source of the sound. Mas Bima emerged from behind the door with a totebag containing food that he bought at a fastfood restaurant near the hospital.


The man immediately walked towards the sofa and placed his luggage on the table.


"Dad bring what, bun?" ask Lala curiously.


"Bring food, La"


"Dad buy?" ask again.


"Yes dear"


I saw Bima walking towards the bathroom.


"Mother help dad have breakfast first"


"Lala wants to too"


"Okay, you'll get it but after you help me"


Lala nodded.


While I smiled while rubbing his cheek.


"For a minute, baby"


"Yes mother"


Walking a few steps, I immediately sat on the sofa opening and took out one by one the contents of the totebag that read the name of the fast food restaurant.


In addition to breakfast, Mas Bima also bought fruit and some snacks for Lala.


I prepared a meal for Bima first.


The tail of my eyes glanced at the Bima mas who had just come out of the bathroom and walked towards me. While my heart, began to rebel with his brashness.


"What did you buy?" lala asked, when Bima was just sitting on the sofa.


"Dad buy shit, Thalia want to?"


"Mau, but said mother tell wait a moment, mother want to help father nyiapin for father first" Cuitan Lala made mas Bima immediately glance at me.


"You're ready for Thalia, let me go on my own"


"Yes" I answered, not daring to argue. After all, only just prepare drinking water, Bima mas can certainly be alone.


While Bima was enjoying her breakfast, I prepared for Lala.


I brought him a chicken muffin.


His father knew very well what his daughter liked, and what she did not like. Including this fastfood one.


"Wow burgers?" chirp Lala with a sparkling look.


"Special for my beautiful daughters"


"Lala likes bun"


"Okay, Lala can finish it all" I put the burger I brought on the nightstand next to the bed.


"Mother wash your hands first, baby"


"Geek"


No need to go to the bathroom, because in one corner of the room there is a special westafle for hand washing.


In no less than a minute, I was already sitting next to Lala's bed.


Followed by Lala who also got up to sit down, but suddenly.


"Lala's head hurts bun"


"Loh sick?"


"Yes"


"Lala bobo aja, mother bribe him while Lala tambahan"


One mouthful, two mouthfuls managed to get into Lala's mouth, in the third mouthful, Lala suddenly vomited it out and it made me panic a little.


"Drink first son" I pointed a straw at Lala's mouth.


"Udah bun" he said after sipping clear water.


"Yes again"


"No way"


"Why?"


"The burger's not good"


I see, not the bad burger, but Lala's condition is not okay.


"Did Lala's stomach hurt?" manyworry.


The boy shook his head.


"You want to bribe dad?" Mas Bima who had finished his breakfast, suddenly stepped closer.


"No way"


"Mother here!"


"Thalia is the same father, let the mother have breakfast" Hearing the father's words, Lala's gaze turned to focus on me.


I smiled in response.


"Mother's not going anywhere, son. Mommy sits on the sofa, Lala is with me first huh"


Lala nodded.


I guess that I feel so heavy.


****


Right after I finished my breakfast, my mother appeared from the direction of the door after previously knocking on her.


"Assalamu'alaikum!"


"Wa'alaikumsalam"


"Sorry mom is late"


Mom hurriedly approached the grandson.


"What's wrong with granddaughter oma, last night was fine, why is this fever now, hmm?"


"Small a little oma's"


"Oh, granddaughter of oma!" Mami kissed Lala's forehead.


"You go to work, let Lala, your dear mother"


I, who was standing next to the mas bima, could clearly see the anxious look on my face.


"Just go home, I'm not allowed to work today"


"Well, what's the permit?" mas Bima frowned.


"It's okay, ma'am. I can't possibly leave Lala"


"But your job is important, Bi" Mami said.


"Nothing is more important than Lala, mih"


"Mother want to work?" Lala's coming with the nimbrung.


A pair of netraku directly looked at him.


"Dear, mother accompany Lala here so Lala can recover quickly"


"Thank you, mother. Lala dear mother"


"What do you want to bring? I'll come by here again"


Hospitals and hospitals are one way. Before Lanud, we will pass through this hospital first.


I gave you a piece of paper that I had written what Bima should bring here. I wrote it just after breakfast.


"Bawain everything I've recorded on this paper, mas"


Mas Bima received it with a look of wonder, then his eyes focused on my gift paper and it seemed like he was reading it in his heart.


"Everything is in the room, and the bathroom"


I did deliberately write down some items, including underwear.


I shook off my embarrassment, let me give him the task of finding my things that I put in my room and skincare in the bathroom.


After Bima said goodbye to Lala, I kissed the back of her hand, just like Lala did just now. The same thing also mas Bima do on the back of the hand mami.


"Dad work first yes, Thalia don't be naughty, later go home from work Lala's father friend again"


"Be careful dad"


"Assalamu'alaikum"


"Wa'alaikumsalam"


"Be careful, mas"


"Hm"


That guy is totally outrageous. He always answered 'Hmm' whenever I reminded him to be careful._____


A few hours passed, the doctor had examined Lala and he said, Lala's condition is not so severe. He just lacked hours of sleep and maybe my debate with Bima last night, also triggered Lala's high fever.


Right now, the boy was fast asleep.


"More"


"Yes, Bi"


I sat on the single sofa, focusing on my mom's hand peeling the sunkist.


"There's something I want to ask you"


"What's the matter, Bi?"


After hesitating for a few seconds, I finally volunteered to ask.


"Did mami and mas Bima make a pact before Bima married me?"


Mom's hand stopped peeling the orange, then turned to meet our netra.


Seriate