The Heart of Old Menjakaka
223. The imperfect man
Nissa had not yet answered, suddenly Juna came. Runs to him.
"Mommy! Om Tian has been transferred to the ward. Come on over there, Mi! Juna wants to see Om Tian." Juna instantly tugged at Nissa's arm, she looked impatient.
"Is this what Juna is called?" ask Mbah Yahya while smiling. He squatted down and looked at Juna. His hands were raised to wipe the head hair. But the boy immediately stood behind Nissa. "Lho, how are you hiding? why?"
"Mommy, who's this Grandpa?" Juna holds Nissa's body from behind.
"His name is Grandpa Yahya, let's know first. He's Opa's friend." Nissa pulled Juna's body to stand next to her again.
"Well, he's Opa's friend? How ugly?" Juna stared uncertainly and inched backwards.
"Shhhhh!" Nissa hissed while closing Juna's lips. "You can't say that, Grandpa Yahya isn't ugly, he's handsome like you," Nissa scolded Mbah Yahya with a look of guilt. He's not good either, afraid he's angry.
However, Mbah Yahya just chuckled. He feels funny with Juna's behavior and speech.
"No problem, Nis. What Juna said was indeed, really, Om is indeed ugly." Mbah Yahya smiled and stood up. "Grandpa is ugly because he is old, has a lot of wrinkles and beards. But young Grandpa is also handsome. Just like you."
"Sure Grandpa lied. Opa's old enough he's still handsome, Om Steven too."
"Om Steven isn't old, Jun," Nissa said.
Juna shook his head as Mbah Yahya rubbed his hair.
The old man looked at Nissa. "Eemm .. If you're busy, no problem, Nis. Just go, but I'll just hug your son, okay?"
"Yes, Om. Sorry, yes," said Nissa. "Indeed, where's Om's nursery? I'll be with Juna there."
"Juna won't, Mi!" push Juna fast.
"VIP number 12. Inpatient rooms for adults."
"Oh, yeah, I'll be there. Then I'm—"
"Ah, this, this is for you," Mbah Yahya said quickly, giving a white plastic bag containing red apples. He has been carrying it since.
"No, Om, thank you." Nissa refused with a hand gesture, but it was Juna who took the plastic bag.
"Thank you Grandpa" he said shamelessly. Then pull Nissa's hand and invite her to leave Mbah Yahya. The old man immediately waved his hand, although Juna did not respond.
'It turns out Juna is very funny, very suitable to be his son Rama. Let it be comforting, ' Inner Mbah Yahya with a warm smile, then stepped into the child's room.
"What the hell are you, Jun, said Grandpa Yahya was ugly? How do you get fruit from him?" nagel Nissa.
Actually, the reason for refusing earlier was because it was not good. Besides that, Nissa was sure, if the fruit that Mbah Yahya brought must be for her sick child.
"Grandfather Yahya is ugly, Mi, serem again. But the fruit is not ugly. And the word Opa. Yes Juna take it," replied Juna lightly.
They also stepped into a VIP room that Tian already had there lying on the bed. However, the man was unconscious. His eyes are still closed.
"Lho, is Om Tian not awake yet? The doctor said the operation was done," complained Juna as he approached the bed, then stroked the back of Tian's hand attached to the infusion needle. Juna's face looked sad, the eyeballs were glazed.
He seemed sad to see the man.
"A little while awake. Here you sit first." Nissa patted the long sofa she had just sat on. "We're waiting for Oma, Jun, he said he'd come here."
Juna pulled out a small chair near the bed, and he chose to sit there. "Juna just sit here, Mi, wait for Om Tian to get up." The plastic bag containing 2 kilos of apples he put on his thighs. Then the boy looked closely at Tian's face.
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The door of Rama's room has just been opened by Mbah Yahya. The man who was sitting on the sofa while playing the phone then turned his head.
"Lho, how did you change your clothes, Ram? What the fuck try?" asked Mbah Yahya who looked upset. Because his son was wearing a blue shirt and black jeans. Not wearing patient uniforms.
"So I checked with the doctor, and he said I could go home, Pa," Rama explained.
"Call Daddy, Papa again, anyways?" Mbah Yahya snorted in annoyance. Hearing the nickname, he immediately sat down next to the child.
"Yes, I mean Daddy." Rama clucking. "Daddy is the same Papa, anyway, that means."
"It's different, it's more cool Daddy."
"Ah snobs English, whereas Daddy himself can not speak English."
"Nothing, cooler. But you don't go home yet, Ram."
"Why?" Rama's forehead flinched. "His own doctor told me to go home, why am I still here?"
"Just one more night, Ram. There will be an angel who will reach out to you. Pity dong bidadari later, the time pasjuk his man has come home."
"From who? Where there is an angel in this world." Rama's lips curl. Banging in disbelief.
"So, it's Nissa."
"Nissa who?"
"The Son of Om Angga. Do you remember that?"
"If the Oms of Anggara remember, but the same Nissa does not remember." Rama shook his head faintly.
Mbah Yahya took his phone in his pants pocket, then opened the contents of the chat from Angga. Because Angga had sent a photo of Nissa to be addressed to Rama.
"Here, her name is Nissa." He gave the phone to the boy, and Rama noticed it immediately. "Beautiful, she looks like her mother. But she's a widow with one child, isn't that okay, are you?"
"What does that mean?" Rama squinted his eyes, looking suspiciously at Mbah Yahya. "Daddy wants to set me up, huh?"
"Where there is," elaknya with a head-belt. "Now the age is sophisticated. Daddy just wants you to meet Nissa, thank goodness for being a fool."
"Nissa doesn't want to be with me, Dad." Rama shook his head in frustration, then gave the latest mobile phone to Mbah Yahya.
"Lho, why? You're handsome, well, a lot more money. Nissa's dad is also Daddy's best friend. I'd want him."
"Okay Daddy doesn't know my problem." Rama snorted in annoyance. About Nissa's status, it doesn't matter at all. Rama is also not the type of man who chooses a lot.
However, what he feared, Nissa was not a woman who was able to accept it as it was. Apart from him who considers is an imperfect man.
"Beauty, well, a lot of money, that's not enough, Dad. Why have all that if—“
"Group!" his Mbah Yahya fast. "You don't talk like that! You are perfect! Trust Daddy!" mbah Yahya was convincing. He was also very sad about Rama. Mbah Yahya is a magic shaman and almost all patients who seek treatment can recover only once a spray. Strangely, however, as did not apply to Rama. The man has been sprayed many times, but the disease never healed. "Sepent ... Daddy's gonna chat Angga first, ask for Nissa's nude photo."
...Can anyone tell Om Rama what is sick?🤔...