My Personal Tour Guide
Desi Maak

With the taste that has been mixed in the heart, Ajeng can now return in his room. In the room she saw her brother standing by the window.

“Rest first, Jeng,” said Desi.

Ajeng who was tired of what happened, tried to calm his heart and mind. He sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath with his eyes closed.

A while ago Desi noticed Ajeng. His sister did not open her eyes. Desi's mother slowly approached Ajeng. He held Ajeng while standing in front of Ajeng.

“Do not think too heavy. Later if a mate must have a way to be reunited,” said Desi.

Ajeng's mood, which was in a state of turmoil, grew sobbing in his brother's arms. Tears that rarely flow now flowed profusely wet clothes mbak Desi.

“You are very dear to Bimo yes?” asked Desi by stroking Ajeng's head.

His crying voice was becoming more and more impossible to hide. Ajeng mere mas clothes of his brother.

“Kak... Hegzz... How does it feel to be pregnant?” asked Ajeng while staring at the stomach of Desi in front of him.

Ms. Desi quite understand what Ajeng feels now. You could say what happened to his sister now hurts more than he used to. At least he can marry the man he loves, in contrast to the typical Ajeng now.

“Taste. Like very lucky. This is like the most special thing I have ever experienced.” said Desi by removing Ajeng tears. His eyes began to glaze over as he felt the sadness his sister was experiencing. “Someday... You will get pregnant too... You don't have to worry... There comes a time when it will come.”

Ajeng again tightened his embrace in the stomach mbak Desi. The sound of Ajeng's cries grew louder and more filled his room.

“But I just want Bi-mo, mbak.... I just want to be with him.... I don't want anything else.... I want Bimooo...”.

The sound of crying Ajeng made Desi confused about what to do. His mother's hard character was very difficult to talk to. But if he does not do something, Ajeng's condition will definitely worsen. Even now it has been an hour long Ajeng cry until his eyes are swollen.

“Dek, you just fell in bed. Try to sleep. I'm afraid that you're still getting sick.... Let me shoot talk to you about this problem,” said mbak Desi again wipe Ajeng tears.

Desi finally turned off Ajeng's room lights after enveloping his sister. He hopes Ajeng can calm down and not continue the stress of being too worried to find a way out of the blessing of his parents or Bimo.

Tonight Desi prepared her best vocabulary and sentences to persuade her mother. He wanted this matter to be resolved well soon. Desi did not want this fight to be prolonged and make his sister and Bimo can not be together.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

“Buk... It's me, Desi. Mother what else? I can come in, buk?” desi asked by sticking his ear in front of his mother's room door.

“Sign in, Des..” connect bu Heni.

With a calm heart, Desi approached her mother who was sitting while watching television.

“I told Ajeng to sleep, buk. But he's not asleep right now, ” Desi replied. “Buk.. sorry yes, I was the same Idam last afternoon I helped Ajeng to escape from home.”

Bu Heni started looking at his son. His face looks ordinary. Not surprised and not angry.

“Already expected,” said Mrs Heni made her son clench his mouth tightly.

It was only between the two of them not talking to each other for a while. But Desi was still sitting next to her mother who was watching the television screen.

“Ajeng what's the story about Bimo therapy?” ask Heni with his serious face. The sentence he had heard when Ajeng argued with Gery, making Heni's mind disturbed. “Do you know about it?”

“Know me from Ajeng's stories via whatsapp... The results of Bimo's therapy there is progress buk. He has been in therapy for 4 years since separating from the girl whose name is Jesslyn,” replied Desi.

“How is there progress...? Clearly dong let ibuk understand that men can give offspring or not for our family!” Heni's tone of voice slightly rose because he could not wait to know Bimo's true condition.

“Yes, buk... His name is progress too. But if they are not married, how can Bimo give offspring to our family? Emang ibuk want Ajeng pregnant first just married?” tanya mbak Desi back to make the corner of the lips bu Heni rose.

Even if to be honest, Desi actually does not know much about the development of therapy Bimo. He just acted as if he knew to influence his mother's decision to separate Ajeng and Bimo.

“Buk... Partly in our family is also a bit difficult to get offspring,” said Desi mbak make bu Heni take a deep breath. His eyes were closed as if made aware of the sentence spoken by his eldest son. “Every human being has flaws, buk. Ajeng also looks very affectionate with Bimo. Years of dating Gery, Ajeng can quickly move on from Gery... But there has not been a month to know Bimo, Ajeng has been like crying blood separated from Bimo,” said Desi mbak increasingly disperse the mind of his mother. “Try me to think again about this. I'm sure, sooner or later, if we give Bimo a chance with Ajeng, they'll definitely have a child. Like I was the same Idam,” said Desi who then rubbed his stomach that had not been bloated. “Such as mother's story is also waiting for years to contain me.”

The words that came out of Desi's mouth made Mrs Heni's mind come to a realization. Bu Heni felt himself also wrong because he had eaten a story from Jesslyn.

“What did ibuk look so fierce yesterday afternoon?” asked Heni with a smile on her lips.

“Iya..” Desi replied by returning a smile to her mother. “There is no harm in apologizing first to Aunt Clara, buk.  He must be hurt to hear his son was branded barren. Especially Bimo... The therapy has made progress. That means Bimo is not a hundred percent barren,” clearly mbak Desi with a more cheerful face. Desi's mom felt that her mom would give Bimo a chance.

Finally that night, Mr. Heni and Ms. Desi continued to tell each other about the pregnancy period. Desi's mother was already sleepy, trying to continue responding to the sentence told by her mother.

“How do you keep yawning? It's only half ten hlo, Des... The favorite soap opera ibuk belom is finished,” said Mrs Heni looking at her son who was yawning.

“Iya nih, buk. The baby may be. Yes, I went to my room, buk. Maybe mas Idam is also already in the room,” clearly mbak Desi who then stood up from the bed. “Don't forget also tomorrow ibuk returnedin his phone Ajeng. Poor he can't connect, Bimo.”

“Iya.... Tomorrow I return to Ajeng's phone. You slept there when you were sleepy. Don't forget to close the door to your room!”

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