Pariwanya Si Boru Panggoaran
last man

"I want to too!" sambar Carol, don't want to miss.

"Husha! Don't make a fuss, the guy starts to get closer" Shinta said softly, then focused on staring at everyone at the dining table.

Dira wrapped her hands around her husband's waist, walking straight towards the dining table. Rosmah and Sahat have also been used to seeing the intimacy of the husband and wife.

Because, they feel Dira is old enough to do all that. "Come, hela, eat first!" ode the Sahat, draw the seat next to it to be occupied by Defan.

"Yes, Amang, thank you." Defan sat down, directly eating the food served by the wife.

Defan and Sahat eat together, while Dira, Rosmah and Dira's best friend get away from the dining table.

"We're in the living room, yes, sir!" said Rosmah, do not want to disturb the time to eat husband and helan.

Evil nodded, he focused on devouring delicious food for the wife's cooking. Likewise with Defan, the man had not eaten simple food in-laws' cooking for a long time.

The food served at Dira's house is different from the food at her parents' house. However, Defan really likes the cuisine of the in-laws.

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"Mommy, we have not done the stories, about the bad news I want to tell now," Dira explained, staring flat at the mother.

"What boru, tell me! I was curious from last night," urged Rosmah.

The three friends of Dira even continued to snack. There is a steamed sponge made by Rosma is specially prepared for snacks while chatting.

"Sorry, yes, mom!" said Dira lirih. When remembering the incident, his memory immediately controlled his mind so that the feeling of sadness began to peak.

"Why, boru?" Rosma rolled her eyeballs, careless because Dira did not immediately explain the core story of the bad news.

The three friends of Dira could only sigh heavily simultaneously. They already know that Dira will tell the dark events that happened to the four of them.

"Why are you three? How hard is it to breathe?" chirp Rosmah, squinting.

All three were silent, while Dira prepared herself to string together the words that would be thrown in front of the mother.

"I miscarried, mother!" said Dira, downcast in shame, fragility began to envelop, his heart seemed to break when he said increasingly taboo words to himself.

"Huh?" Rosmah immediately tiptoed, she never expected it to happen.

For a moment, Rosmah calmed herself down who was still in shock at the bad news. It's real that it's bad news for their families.

"Why can I miscarry?" said Rosmah, after taking a deep breath, then sitting back on the sofa.

Carol, Jenny and Shinta just stared fiercely not daring to interrupt the chatter of the mother and child. The atmosphere began to stiffen and was very serious.

"Our leg was walking to Toba Mak, I fell to the edge of the abyss!" Without feeling, clear circles have wet Dira's cheeks.

"Jeez, yeah, God!" Rosmah put her hands to her head. He still does not believe in the incident that hit the drill.

"Quiet, namboru!" Carol gave her a shoulder, leaning Rosmah on the shoulder for the fragile woman to have an objection.

"Why did you just say it now, Dira? Mommy can take care of you during a miscarriage!" rosmah said, starting to show her anger.

"There's a host at home, mom! I also do not want to make mamak sad," replied Dira, wiping her tears that continue to flow.

He was disappointed to be the last person to receive the bad news. In fact, he was not given the opportunity to care for his heartburn when he experienced the pain of losing a child.

"I'm sorry, mom, I felt a deep sadness at that moment. I can't tell you about it either!" sergeant Dira.

"Yes, you know mamak, boru but at least you tell us. I'm disappointed in you!" Rosmah was sobbing, she felt like a stranger to her daughter.

Dira grabbed Rosmah's hand, patting her on the back to calm down. Then, his seat shifted closer and closer. He took over Rosmah's body that kept crying.

Hugging her mama with gentleness. The sound of sobbing made both Sahat and Defan curious. Both of them immediately clean their hands from the remaining food that sticks.

"What's wrong?" asked Evil after running towards the living room.

Dira and Rosmah cried out a piercing sweat in the chest. And regret what happened.

Defan who saw the incident already thought that Dira had delivered bad news about the departure of their son.

"Amang, maybe Dira has told us about the bad news that happened to us," Defan said, staring flatly.

"What bad news?" The evil one who did not know about anything, only stared intently at the two women who were still crying sobbing.

"Dira miscarried, Amang. I'm sorry I was negligent" Defan replied, his head lowered, feeling hopeless as a husband.

"Geez!" seloroh Sahat, felt the sadness that befell his son.

"Why did you guys just tell us? When did it appear to have happened?" cecar Sahat, staring at the cynical helpline.

"Two weeks ago, Amang. Sorry we don't want to make the host and the host feel the deep sadness that we've been through" continued Defan at length.

"You don't think we're parents? To hide something as important as that?" erang Sahat, do not accept the unwise attitude of Defan as a husband.

"Sorry, Amang, the situation is still complicated for us. Fortunately there are mothers who care for Dira," said Defan, bowed with regret.

Evil walked weakly towards Dira and Rosmah's seat. He sat next to Rosmah and hugged her tightly.

"Easy! Patient, maybe this is God's way!" lontar Sahat mediates.

Rosmah, who was still filled with anger and anger at Dira, is now beginning to subside. Her husband's words were very soothing.

"Mamak did not expect, sir, Dira did not give this important news to us. Even we are the last to know it" said Rosmah, wiping away the tears that kept pouring out.

"That's because the Dira also felt a deep sadness. He is not ready to give us the bad news. Don't let us burden our minds and our hela!" clearly Sahat, expressed his opinion.

Rosmah calmed down. Her crying had subsided as well as Dira. After no sobbing, the conversation continued. Defan joined in and sat down near his wife.

"Sorry, amang, host!" regret Defan, downcast.

"Udahlah, who passed let it pass," said Satan.

"So where's your lecture, boru? Can you follow?" asked Sahat, shifting the topic of conversation so that the problem does not get more protracted and his wife immediately forgets the incident.

"Still our ospek, sir! For a whole week. After that there is just ordinary learning activities," said Dira, who was still as excited as the impact of crying earlier.

"Thank God!" Sahat smiled, at once he did not want to remember the problem of miscarriage that befell his roasting tube. He knows what Dira feels when she loses a child.