Pamite
61. Be grown-up

Married next month I'm married

Married married sleeping there are nemenin

Mating status at KTP later so

Married hey married hey married hey married

(Pop-married project)

Jaka hummed ria while rubbing his car with soap. His mouth had not stopped singing songs that contained a happy aroma and smelled of purity.

"Bao... Bang, your style of kayak has never married, has never drowned in the cave is still aja kayak bujang," ledek Dara while drying the clothes he just washed.

"Syric, yes!" reply Jaka glanced with dislike style, but made up.

"Abang dong again dong? Who am I fighting? Who gave me who? Nothing else makes me angry, lash, I'm sad to know Bang." Dara changed her facial expression. He made that sweet face as sad as possible.

"It's not like you can master the house? Lagian Abang moved to a side house, a distance of one house doang. Udah kayak moved across the sea aja," grumbled Jaka help very sister sunning clothes that exceeded a lot.

"Don't you still give me pocket money if you're married again?"

"See later. You, do you know that Brother has married his son Brother to five, not later if it turns out that the above provide sustenance again to six. It's all a responsibility, brother. You're working, you can make your own money, right? Don't waste, don't keep snacking. You're all grown up, you're a little bit of a bitch."

"Yes, bring it."

"You are the one who is the bringer. Not really willing to you if you are married," Jaka grumbled.

The man covered away even while the clothes were still one tub away.

"Basic ambush," murmured Dara slowly.

***

"You hear me, what did the doctor say? Come on dong, Mas you recite what the doctor said. I have you now, when will you leave me?" Rengek Fadil beside the bed of the brother who was lying weak in the hospital.

"No, Fad. Sooner or later, everyone will die too. You are an adult, you can be independent. You can make your own money and take care of yourself. Whether or not there is me, it should not be a big deal for you. After all, I was there to trouble you doang, right?" Anang has gone through his life.

"Don't say that, Mommy. Everyone who is sick hopes to recover, does not expect to die like you," said Fadil who was bored with Anang's attitude.

"I'm not sick, Fadil. Don't argue, I want to pray dhuha first."

"The repentance is real, but if there is no effort to heal, it is the same as a lie. God also does not like His servant who resigned without effort." Fadil muttered as he moved his body from a chair near the bed to a sofa attached at the end of the room.

Anang who heard only shook his head while slightly pulling the tip of his lips formed a smile. Fadil has changed a lot since his mother's death. If he used to be a child who likes to wander unclear, since the departure of his mother he turned into a mature child figure. Learn more independently and responsibly. Especially now he also has to return the favor with the kindness of his brother.

Many wisdom that the Anang family drew from all the events and calamities that befell them. Even though it's all over with separation, it's never too late to change while the breath is still there.

Fadil's eyes were still fixed on Anang who I was praying with. Raise your hands, revealing everything you feel and possibly what you ask for. There was sadness in Fadil's eyes when he saw the older brother who had no desire to heal.

There have been many changes in Anang's physique that gradually undermined his health. Starting from great hair loss, frequent nosebleeds and weight that is getting smaller and smaller.

"Don't cry, or I'll just go home now!" threatening Anang who saw his sister shed tears.

Fadil got up from the sofa, re-occupied the chair he had left behind.

"Not want to see me cry but you make me cry, Mas. I'm sad to see you're resigned without effort. God doesn't like that either. If you do not want minimal chemotherapy surgery. If you don't want to do it for me or yourself, do it for your children. They are not the same as you, but you still have a blood relationship. And Anin, Anin needs you as her guardian. Don't you want to see your kids get married? Sitting in that happy place, don't you want to? Don't you want to see me get married too? See I'm happy with my wife, don't you want me?"

Anang chuckled, "You can do it, don't make me sad for you." Anang changed the look on his face, becoming sad. His lips were stretched out in order to resist the crying. His eyes he set into the white sky of the hospital so that the tears that had piled up did not plunge freely.

Honestly, Anang missed his three children. For one year he had not met with his baby that he had never cared about.

"You miss, are they the same? That's why I'll recover later to take you there," Fadil bargained.

"I don't want to make them sad about me like this."

"You don't know how they feel when they don't see you? Don't worry about you not being close and you ever mean them, keep you away from them. That can't be, Mom. As bad as you are, you are still their father. It could be that they also miss you, secretly tucking in prayers so they can meet you. Like you're secretly praying for the happiness of Ayu Ma'am and the children."

Anang's heart felt pinched with his sister's words. All this time Anang felt Ayu and the children no longer need him, they have found their own happiness. Anang forgets that their bond will not be able to separate even if it is death. Even though death has come, their relationship is still father and son.

"My sister is very mature now," said Anang shuffled the hair of the sister.

"Yes, it's impossible to be a child. How's it? You want me to take you to Ayu Ma'am, Mas? All of you I want to meet my father, all this time, they are not close to me. They only know my name and I don't care about them. My niece must also know her Om, they must also know that they have Om unyu." Fadil deliberately praised himself so that Anang could lift his burden a little. He was right, Anang would always mock him if he praised himself.