Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 74 ~
Don't tense. . Language, mild conflict.. In the vote first yuk, later tonight up again..
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I looked at Lala's face that was asleep in the back of the car seat, my phone was still turning youtube lying just by the side of her head.
Hana's mother who wanted to meet with Lala also denied the intention because she did not want to disturb the calmness of her sleep. I asked him to meet her at a later time or to come home.
My eyes were still staring at the back of Mbak Hana who stepped away towards the car of the sister.
According to my glasses the woman was quite friendly, it was fitting that Bima ever loved her. And maybe there are things that encourage him to have an affair, it could be because of the encouragement of his sister, or the friendship between him and Yoga that makes him often meet with his affair which is none other than his sister Yoga.
Mas Bima who is rarely at home, and rarely gives an inner living can also be the reason he plays fire.
Entering the car, I sat down and raised Lala's head to rest on my lap.
"We're going home, ma'am?" Ask Mr. Herman.
"Yes sir, Mr Herman has already prayed dzuhur?"
"It's mom"
I smiled in response to Mr. Herman. Because I also prayed with sister Rosa earlier in the court mosque.
"We're going home to Rio sir or mom's house?"
"To my house sir"
"Good ma'am" Sahutnya who then pass the gear lever and plug the gas pedal.
While on my way home, I opened my phone to check the messages.
My eyes rounded as soon as I found that Bima's name was third in order to send a chat, ignoring the other message, I first opened a chat from her.
A voice message with a duration of ten seconds directly I listen.
Mas Bima: "Assalamu'alaikum Lala. The conditions here have begun to be controlled, doain father quickly go home huh. Your father misses you"
The message was sent by Bima for forty minutes ago, and when I lyricized the top of the screen, it turned out that she was active about thirty minutes ago.
As my heart warmed, a voice I rarely heard in a few weeks made my longing grow louder.
That guy! With all its charm, its assertive, cold and romantic nature makes me forget everything, including Lala.
I flicked my head, trying to drive the Bima mas shadow from my mind, but instead of leaving, the Bima mas figure actually continued to flutter freely around the head. His gaze, his treatment, and his touch I really can't forget.
Until you know the car that Mr. Herman drove was in front of the house and was waiting for Jim to open the gate.
After the car entered the yard, as soon as the engine was turned off, I brought Lala down and went into the house to lay her on the bed.
The condition of my body that was too tired made me also relax and sleep beside Lala while hugging her.
***
"Yetoo!" Suddenly Lala yelled at me from the kitchen. I'm going straight to Lala's room. "Lala didn't want to powder at Mama Hana's house" Raung Lala when I was already in her room and rushed to hug her quite tightly.
"Lala's powdered at dad's, not at Hana's mom's"
"But no mother, Lala is alone in Hana's mother's house"
"No, honey. Mom's here, at my dad's, with Lala"
The child in my arms was quite frightened with increasingly crying.
"Sorry mother yes, the mother lived in Lala, the mother of Lala's own larin powder"
Lala nodded as he nodded, the sweat on her forehead as well as her neck making her hair slightly wet.
Raising her body, I brought Lala who had not stopped crying into the dining room. It seemed like the incident while in the trial room made him get carried away to the subconscious.
"Drink first yuk" I said after sitting in one of the dining chairs.
"No mother"
Relented, I put the glass back on the table, then fixed Lala's messy hair ties and re-tied it neatly.
"Lala why?"
"Lala was like a powder at Mama Hana's house" he replied innocently.
"What is Lala's dream?"
This boy nodded.
"So the mother messed with Lala, continued Lala powder, Lala remembered the powder in the car, it was not in the car but in the house of Mama Hana, the fitting wake mother no"
"Keep Lala thought that Lala was powdered in Hana's mama's room?"
Lala's head nodded slowly again.
"That's Lala's room, my mother also accompanied Lala to powder, but my mother woke up first because she wanted to pray. Mother apologizes yes"
"Yes, but you've talked to Mama Hana right, if Lala does not want to stay with Mama Hana"
"Honey" I answered and smiled.
Lala then lay her head on my chest, until minutes passed, I heard the ringing of the phone echoing, I turned my head towards the refrigerator.
"Mother pick up the phone first, son"
"Paad's phone, isn't it?"
"Looks not, mommy take a look"
"Yes"
After Lala agreed, I sat Lala in the other seat. Then I reached for the phone I had put on the refrigerator.
"La's father" I said when I found the name and profile photo of Bima mas that appeared on the screen.
"Lala wants to talk, bun"
Not wanting to make him wait, I immediately shifted the icon to the top, Bima's face was immediately visible on my phone screen.
"Assalamu'alaikum, father" Sapa Lala, as I directly pointed the screen at her face, while Lala's hand automatically took over the phone from my hand.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, what father's son?"
"Just sit down, just wake up"
"Wake up? Lala's not in school?"
"Lala didn't come in, Dad. Just met onty Oca, same onty Gesya too"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes"
"Where's the mother?" ask Bima mas which I can hear from the direction of the wastafle. I am taking fruit and will continue my activities that were delayed.
"Mother wants to cut fruit"
"Oh. Why are her eyes red? Lala cry?"
When I wrote, Lala nodded her head. I approached the dining table and sat on the chair where Bima used to eat.
"Crying why?"
"So when Lala woke up, Lala thought again the powder in Mama Hana's room, it was crying, but it was even in Lala's room"
"Same mother healthy?" Bima's question made me look at Lala.
"Lala is healthy, but yesterday the mother was sick, mother mimi medicine well, said mother tomorrow if I go home to ask my father to go to the doctor"
Hearing Lala's words, I remembered about my pregnancy. Both Lala, and others including Bima mas I have not told you. Because, Bimalah mas I want to tell you first and directly of course.
"Mother's sick?"
"Said mother not yah"
"May I say the same to you?"
"But Lala still misses her father, Lala still wants to talk"
"Yes, I have a lot of time, Lala can talk a lot until the miss is gone"
"Dad not work?"
"Work, but dad's resting"
"Fat tired?"
"No"
"Aren't tired of rest?" lala asked, making me smile.
"Lala's kangen dad is with mom, so take a break for Lala's phone"
"The same mother misses a lot to dad"
"Father also misses much the same Lala and mother"
"Dad you want to talk to me?"
"No"
"Kangen's words?"
"But father misses mother"
"But Lala still misses dad"
"Let's talk to you first, will you?"
"Can?" ask Bima back.
"Can"
Lala immediately handed her phone to my hand.
"Assalamu'alaikum" My gentle broom.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, what else is Bi?"
"Even peel the fruit to make a salad"
"Mother Lala wants to play puzle yes in the middle room" Lala suddenly interjected.
"Yes, kid. Don't run around"
"Not mother"
"Why?" tanya mas Bima connect.
"That's it, Lala wants to play puzle he said"
"Oh, is he healthy?"
"Healthy"
"You alone?"
"How was it?"
"Me, what's the mood here?"
"Yes, are you healthy?"
"healthy. What are you, Lala said you were taking medicine"
"Just vitamins and folic acid, same nausea reliever"
"You're stomach acid?"
"Hmm" I replied briefly.
"Don't eat too late!"
"Yes"
"How now? It's healing, isn't it?"
"Already"
Then in silence, we both silenced our mouths with a pair of irises staring at each other fixedly.
"What's wrong?" tanyakanya.
"What's wrong, why don't you blink"
Not immediately replied, mas Bima even silenced his mouth. In no less than five seconds, the man who was still covering his mouth with his hands said.
"Your parents, Bi"
"Me too" I then blushed.
"Doain yes, hopefully this week can go home"
"Why go home so quickly?" reflex surprised.
"Don't you like me coming home fast?"
"N-not so, my mom"
"Then?" he asked with a scary face.
"Yes no wonder, usually for a month"
"And I told you, I'm just replacing Sergeant Aditya, and if the atmosphere is conducive fast then I'll go home soon?"
"Is it safe?" tanyaku that makes Bima mas again display a strange look.
"Don't you want the atmosphere here to be safe?"
Ah wrong again...
"That's not what I mean, ma'am"
"You mean just nanya doang, right?" sambar mas Bima guessed.
I nodded slowly, but without hesitation.
The man seemed to be puffing his mouth then spitting out the air with a slight roughness.
"What's Lala doing?"
"Later on home"
"But smoothly right?"
"Current" I answered and called him "M-mas"
"What?"
"It's so bad" I murmured.
"What?" repeat the Bima mas, this time with a soft tone.
"When you go home, can you bring rations?"
Instead of answering, Bima even raised one eyebrow in accordance with his distinctive style when astonished.
"You want a ration?"
"Hmm, just one. Can you?"
"What else?" tanyanya flat.
"That's it"
"Tomorrow I'll bring it to you"
"Favor"
"Hm"
Back silence.
"What time is there now?" I break the silence.
"Half seven" replied mas Bima after glancing at her wrist. "Where's lala? I've got to have dinner. I want to close it first"
"I'll call you right now"
I walked towards the middle room.
"Lala!"
"Yes mother!"
"Why are you?"
"Pairs of puzle bun, why?"
Lala looked at me when I was in front of her.
"Dad wants to leave, want to work again" I pointed the camera at the face of Lala who had raised her gaze.
"The phone is already yes son" said Mas Bima.
"Yes dad. Dad be careful"
"Okay, Lala don't be naughty, nurut same mother"
"Yes"
"Bun" call Bima's mas to me.
"Yes" I pointed the camera back at my face.
"Yes before"
"But be careful"
"Hmm, Assalamu'alaikum"
I closed it after answering his greeting.
My longing was a little treated.
Just slightly.
Seriate...
Ration: typical TNI food.