Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 22 ~
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After dinner, I accompanied Lala to color the picture in the living room. I intend to ask about Lala's conversation with her onty when visiting school. I had even prepared myself with Lala's story that would most likely have my heart torn back to shreds.
"La, what was onty talking about last afternoon?" I stroked Lala's head gently. We were both sitting on the floor with a hairy carpet pad.
"Lala asked Lala at noon, what is Lala sick? Lala continued to answer, Lala was afraid that my mother would leave because she was exhausted in anger with my father, Lala had a fever"
I breathe as quietly as possible. True my guess, my debate with mas Bima had a bad effect on Lala's health.
"Onty again. Why are you angry?"
"Keep Lala answer what?" Ask me to want to know. Feeling I was so curious, suddenly at first glance I remembered the words of Bima mas long ago.
Woman ... If it is in the thick of curiosity, will never stop asking to find out until the curiosity is completely answered, he said, even though he himself knew that the risk would be able to make his heart feel pain.
It is true that the phrase mas Bima, he once insinuated me because he wanted to know about his heart, I was curious about his feelings, ventured to ask whether he loved me or not. And Bima never gave an answer to my question.
"Well answer me if you go when I talk again"
"Onty, what else is it?" I pretended to be plain.
"Onty Gesya said to Lala, if you go, you're here, tell her to go"
Geez, he indirectly poisoned Lala's brain.
Lala stopped coloring the picture, then sat on my lap facing me.
"Onty Gesya also said, if the mother leaves, later onty replace the mother as Lala's parent, but Lala does not want to change the mother, Lala wants Arimbi's mother continues to be Lala's parent"
I gulped my saliva half to death, not expecting that Lala was really afraid of losing me.
Bima should have considered Lala's feelings and lowered her ego to accept me as part of her life.
"Mother will continue to be Lala's parent" I tried to shake off Lala's fear. "Mother won't go after Lala, remember your promise?"
Lala nodded with a dark focus looking at me. His pair of neutrals moved following the movement of my eyeballs sharply. As sharp as the lightning of Bima when intimidating me.
"Dear mother Lala"
I could only bathe in with a full look at Lala's black bead.
"Dad kiss mommy son, but not in front of Lala, because dad kissed her pas Lala again bobo"
Lala's eyes were like looking for earnestness through the look in my eyes at my words.
"Isn't he?"
"Hmm" I nodded and smiled.
"Don't you really kiss mommy on Lala's back bobo?"
The second time I nodded. "Before bobo I kiss Lala, right if Lala says she wants bobo?"
"Eung" nodded steadily.
"Mother also if you've slept with Lala, mother saying goodbye to father want bobo, continue to kiss mother's forehead just as rich father kiss Lala"
"Means daddy loves mom dong"
"Yes dong"
"But why don't you in front of Lala kiss her"
"Children can't see adults kissing. Like Lala who can't see the movie adults are the same father, right? I'm angry that Lala saw the movie Mother, I just let Lala see the cartoon, right?"
"Yes"
"Well, I don't want Lala to see you kissing"
Lala immediately hugged me and put one side of her face on my chest.
"Tomorrow Lala would like to tell Yesika that the father of Lala's parents also kissed, but Lala's fitting bobo"
What have I told this stupid kid?
I rubbed Lala's back with my right hand, while my left hand landed behind Lala's head.
If you get the complaint, what would you say to this princess?
Suddenly I heard the phone ringing. Automatically our hugs unravel.
Lala and I compactly directed her attention to a thin object of mine. The name Bima mas appears on the screen that is flashing in a video call.
"Father phone, son" I said as I reached out to reach my phone.
I shifted the green icon and asked Lala to talk to her father.
"Assalamu'alaikum, father"
Lala who was still sitting on my lap and facing me, held the phone and pointed the screen at Lala's face. While I do not know what kind of expression Bima mas at this time.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. What else is it?"
"Color" Lala replied briefly.
"Where's the mother?"
"In front of Lala"
"What's the first" asked Bima.
"For Lala's bench"
"Udah big on my bench, he said again coloring"
"The color stops first yeah"
"Ooh"
Then silence for a few seconds.
"Eat already?" tanya mas Bima broke the silence.
"Already"
"Wear what?"
"Wear the same broccoli vegetables tuna fish, continue to fry the same tofu mother tempeh"
"Well, yummy dong. Is there a lot of end?"
"There"
"Smart kid" praised Bima.
"So it's good mother's cuisine, father also once said right, pas dad between Lala to school first, if the mother's cuisine is delicious like oma cuisine"
Hearing Lala's words, I feel flattered, mas Bima praised my cooking?
Really, he told Lala?
"Dad again what?"
"Father again call Lala"
"Lala sit here first yes, mother want to check the door is in the key or not, all mothers close the curtains" I interrupted their conversation in a whisper while lifting up Lala's tiny body and moving her onto the sofa.
"Yes" Lala replied.
"Well, what's La?" It looks like Bima mas has indeed gotten used to calling his daughter just as I called her Lala.
"Same mother"
I deliberately stopped my steps when Bima asked that question.
"Mother wants to check the door just as close the curtains, yeah"
"Oh"
Hearing Bima's brief reply, I again continued the steps I aimed towards the living room.
When I returned to the living room, Lala immediately said "Mother dad wants to talk" The little girl thrust her phone at me.
I accepted. Before pointing the phone screen in front of my face, I took a deep breath to normalize my expression, because inside there my heart was suddenly bemoaning.
"Assalamu'alaikum" I stared at Bima's face for a moment, then turned it on the nails on my fingers.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Is it locked properly?"
"Have" I answered briefly.
I was silent, still not daring to meet the view. Although only by phone, but still I'm clumsy like this.
"Don't get too cold in Lala's room, later"
"Yes"
"Why am I talking to myself, Bi?" ketus mas Bima's. I raised my head to look at him.
"You if you are invited to talk to your interlocutor, do not bow so! Appreciate someone who is talking to you" Bima cried directly at the protest by his daughter.
"Dad, don't get mad at you, I'll talk slowly!"
"The mother's mengeselin, La"
"But you can't be angry with your mother!"
"Yes-yes I'm sorry dad!"
"I apologize to you, not to Lala"
This son and father were arguing without knowing each other's facial expressions.
"I'm sorry you're bun!"
Hearing Bima's words, my body really shook and limp at the same time.
"Bun, I'm sorry dad!" reworked by Bima.
"Yep"
I'm sure Bima realized my misbehavior, she even smiled behind the hunch of her hand.
Although I do not know, but his narrowed eyes clearly indicate that the man is smiling mocking me.
Ahhh... Really rude indeed, I am this.
"Why is your face so red?"
"W-my face is red?" askaku.
"In addition to the red is also sour so, you have a problem?"
"N-nothing" I'm nervous. "Mas already eaten?" I asked to shift the topic.
"You think I don't know what your face and your eyes mean?" instead of answering, Bima returned to the main topic. His tone sounded low, but full of emphasis. "I know when you're happy, when you're upset, and when you're jealous, you won't be able to avoid me, Arimbi"
"I'm okay"
Back silence... Our eyes are fixed on each other.
A few moments later, Bima spoke again.
"What was Lala talking about?"
"Huh?" I'm appalled.
Why did Bima ask like that? Aah lest she know I like watching Lala.
"Speaking about Gesya?" ask her again when I don't speak.
"So Lala was just a little crita if ontynya come to school"
"You know that at the same time I went to Lala's school?"
There was no other choice, I nodded.
"If you want to know, ask me, don't rush into prejudice" Bima said shortly after I nodded my head.
"Tell me what troubles your heart, don't keep it to yourself that will torture you, understand?"
I inhaled the air and then sighed a little rough, while Bima realized my breath.
"Explain everything when I get home, I'll give you two months to say what you like and hate"
I just stared at Bima's chin.
"Rest, I'll call you tomorrow night"
"Yes"
"Give her phone to Lala for a second"
"La, I want to talk" I'm handing Lala a cell phone.
"Hello, yeah?"
"Dad wants to eat son, Lala bobo yes, dad's phone is closed"
"Yes, dad!"
"I miss you unfortunately father"
"I miss you too dad. Are you the same mom?"
My heart pauses in there waiting for Bima's answer.
"Hmm" he answered briefly.
"Bun, father kangen the same mother said, mother kangen also the same father?" lala asked looking at me.
I'm nodding.
"Mothers miss dad too"
"Yes already, now bobo well, dear father Lala. Assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Da~da father"
"Bada Lala, father matiin ya!"
"Yes"
The connection was broken by mas Bima.
My heart still rhymed indistinctly in there, making me feel very uncomfortable.
If only Bima really missed me.
Clenching my lips, I immediately invited Lala to pack her books and invite her to brush her teeth.
Seriate