The Heart of Old Menjakaka
239. Juna dear Om Tian
"Let Mr. Rama come to the house, Pa. I'm afraid Juna wakes up, and he keeps telling me. It'll suck if I know I'm gone don't say." Nissa's looking safe. The boy was already angry with Angga and Steven, and he did not want his only child to be angry with him as well.
"Later Papa persuades Juna, he won't be angry anyway."
"At home, Pa. After all, Mr. Ramanya said no problem."
"Oh so. Yes already," said Angga resigned.
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When he arrived, Angga was holding Juna. Then bring her into the room. Slowly, the boy laid down, then raised the blanket to the chest.
"Om Tian," muttered Juna who was still closed. His hand clasped Angga's hand as the man was about to pull his body. Slowly Angga sat on the bed, next to him. "Juna dear Om Tian."
'Again sleep call the Tian, ' Inner Angga was upset. 'Don't let Tian use pellet science again, so Juna stick to him.' His arms stretched out, then stroked the top of Juna's hair. Seen the boy's left hand is still grasping the marbles, want to be taken was difficult.
"Leave it, Pa. Since yesterday-yesterday he sleeps like to hold marbles," said Nissa.
"But it'll be ketelen." Angga tried to pick it up again, though it looked a bit forced. It finally did and Juna didn't wake up. The marbles were then Angga cantongi.
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"Have you met Nissa and Juna?" ask Mbah Yahya in the family room. Sitting on the couch watching television.
He sees Rama passing by wearing a short maroon shirt and black jeans. It smells so good, like wearing half a bottle of perfume.
"So, Dad. Here I'm going. Assalamualaikum."
"Greetings hallaikum." Mbah Yahya followed his son out of the house. "Wait a minute!" Holding Rama who was about to get into the car. Slowly Mbah Yahya reached into the pocket of his pants, then gave a box of love-shaped rings.
"You what?" rama asked confusedly.
"You're proposing to Nissa. If it's a good picket."
"Say I told you to go first."
"Yes. The management while applying is also not a problem." Mbah Yahya immediately put the ring box into the pocket of Rama's shirt. Because his son has not taken it.
"If Nissa refuses how?"
"try first. You are his negative thoughts. Don't be so dong, stay optimistic."
"Yes already. I'm leaving now." Rama grabbed the back of Mbah Yahya's hand, then kissed him. After that, he got into the car.
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Ceklek~
The door to Nissa's mansion opened, when Rama had just rammed the bell. It looked as if the beautiful woman was standing in front of him while commenting on a smile.
"Assalamualaikum, Nis."
"Greetings walaikum. Come on in, sir." Spread the door.
"Kok in? He said wait outside?"
"There's my dad inside. So no problem."
"Eh, you're Rama, right?" Suddenly Angga was already behind Nissa. The old man directly extended his hand towards Rama and immediately he retorted.
"Yes, Om. Om this is Om Angga, right?" guess Rama.
"Rubber." Angga smiled and nodded small. "It's been a while since I've seen you again. Come on inside." Embrace Rama's shoulder, then take him to the dining room.
"Here, I just stopped by the restaurant for our lunch together." Rama gave two red pockets in his hand to Nissa, but there was one that looked rather large. "The only toy for Juna."
"Cock trouble, sir? There is food here too." Nissa moved her chin towards the table. Up there are various kinds of restaurant food. But it was not he who bought it, but Angga.
"It's okay. Meals from me for the night can also, can be heard again."
Nissa took what Rama gave her. "Thank you, sir."
"Together." Rama smiled.
Nissa went to the kitchen. While Angga has invited Rama to sit together in the dining room.
"June's still asleep, Om?" rama asked, looking around the room.
"Yes. If you want to eat mah ayok just eat with Nissa. Later Juna can eat with Om." Angga flipped the plate in front of Rama, then poured rice on it.
"No, Om. Let me just. And eat it wait Juna," refused Rama hold the plate in the hands of Angga, but the man was seen forcing until finally continued.
Shortly thereafter Nissa came up with two cups of coffee on a tray. His intention earlier, he made two coffees for Angga and Rama. Maybe they want to chat while accompanied by a cup of coffee.
"Cock for your coffee, Nis? The Rama will come to eat" asked Angga. But he took the cup of coffee, and stood up.
"I guess Papa and Mr. Rama want to chat first."
"No, you eat first. Uh but, don't call Mr. Dong. Call him Mas only, Rama your future husband," proposed Angga. He stroked the top of Nissa's hair with a smile, then passed away going up the stairs. Leaving them both.
Nissa pulled the chair in front of Rama, then poured some drinking water.
"Isn't it okay to eat first, Nis? How's juna?" rama asked doubtfully. His stomach feels really rumbling.
"It's okay, sir. Come eat." Nissa poured her rice a little for herself. Intentionally, just to accompany Rama to eat. Later if Juna wakes up he can eat again.
The man ate voraciously, then glanced towards Nissa's plate. "Oh yes, Nis. What are you busy with now?" tanyanya basa.
"Ngurus Restaurant, Sir. What are you busy yourself?"
"Business, Nis."
"What business?"
"I design jewelry. It just so happens to have 3 jewelry stores too now."
"Oh alhamdulillah. Anywhere? Is there anything in Jakarta?"
"There are 2 shops in the Mall. You wanna go there? I'll take you."
"I'll be there if I'm free. Coincidentally the diamond on my bracelet is missing too. About in the store you have a model to replace the diamond, huh?" Nissa looked at her wrist. "So long ago I was looking in various stores no one sreg."
"Look at it." Rama reached out his hand reaching for Nissa's hand, but just touched the woman's hand immediately stood up until Rama's hand slipped off by itself.
Nissa stood up surprised to see Angga coming down from the stairs in a hurry while holding Juna. Seen the boy's eyes glared and his body convulsed. Suddenly, it made Nissa widen her eyes.
"Why Juna, Pa?" nissa asked as she ran after Angga who had come out of the house.
"Bejo! Get to the hospital!" yelled Angga frantically calling the assistant who was coffeeing with the security guard of Nissa's house. The man uprooted from his seat was shocked. His coffee also spilled on his pants.
He sprinted towards Angga's car, then got into the steering wheel and plugged the gas. Angga, Juna and Nissa were already sitting in the back seat.
"Juna, what's wrong with you, honey?" ask Nissa while crying. He clasped tightly onto Juna's hand with a trembling body.
Angga kissed the grandson's lips while giving an artificial breath, because the boy looked like he was short of breath.
...Poor Juna 😰...