Why should he?
Chapter.28 Meeting Ms. Arumi
POV Nisa's
Ever since Gibran said that Yas liked me, my grandfather, mother, pakde and bude continued to tempt me to immediately rush the marriage.
How can you try, talking to Mr. Yas only about work, but indeed I was a little withdrawn anyway from a relationship like that, if you say trauma, there is a fear that leads to a relationship that is much more serious than just a friendship.
Not because I still love Yudi, no! not at all. I've given him so much to be happy with Desi. Especially now that they have a funny kid. But about my own relationship??
I don't know..
Tonight we will return to the city, because tomorrow we have Gibran, Fauzi and Malik have to move as usual, although I still have one day off. It's okay.I'll use the holiday for a walk with bude Lastri later.
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The next day, when Gibran and Malik had left for work, I and Bude Lastri were preparing to go to visit the traditional market, because the stock of spices and side dishes had run out. But when we were about to leave, Bude Lastri suddenly felt his stomach mules until several times he had to go back and forth to the bathroom.
”Yes bude budu really loh, We go to the clinic ya bude?” invite me to see the look of Bude Lastri's face is very pale, do not let him dehydrate.
“No need Nis, you shop alone yes.. let bude rest!”
“But bude.. time yes bude Nisa lives alone here?” how could I leave such a sick bude alone, Gibran and Pakde are at work.
“Bude is not alone, later bude phone mbak Rasti mu. right home is not far from here, you shop only yes. later Gibran same pakde you home no side dish to cook!” he answered by still holding his stomach. Maybe bude got in the wind, because had to go back and forth from village to city, considering his age is no longer young.
“Yaudah bude. briefly Nisa make salt water with Sugar first yes. let her diarrhea clogged , so bude can rest,” my proposal, usually this way is quite powerful to treat diarrhea, diarrhea, and, because I'm a typical person who doesn't like drugs, so I took the initiative to make me this drink as an oralite.
Bude nodded in agreement, I swept him into his room, after finishing making the medicine earlier, I rushed straight to the market using public transportation.
It did not take long to shop, because bude often brought me here, so I memorized very well what bude often buy and not, after I finished returning home, but on the way, so I memorized what often bude buy and not, into the pakde housing complex, I saw a middle-aged woman probably my mother's age grimacing in pain beside her car.
In a hurry I approached her.
“Mother why?? anyone sick?” ask me a little panic.
“Iya son.. My stomach acid may recur, can you please call my child?”
“Bby Bu.. What's the number?” The mothers immediately reached out her bag, she signaled that her phone was in there.
I was a little afraid to open her bag, not anything, from her looks like this mother was no ordinary person, her clothes were fashionable despite wearing a hijab, as well as her luxurious car, which was a luxury, it is certain that he is the one who is.
“Sorry Mom, is it okay for me to open her bag??” ask me to doubt.
Mother answered my question with a ringing , it seemed like her stomach hurt so much, ah without a second thought I immediately opened her bag and took her mobile phone.
“Maf Ma'am, I open his bag!”
After her expensive phone was in my hands, I immediately asked her what her son's name was.
“Name of son mother?”
(Hello ma?) answer the mother's son.
“Halo mas, sorry your mother is sick stomach, maybe the stomach acid relapsed, can you please pick it up here? you know, I want to help you get between, but I also don't have a vehicle,”
(What?? mama's sick? you didn't lie to me! don't try my trick?) her panicked answer and slightly raised her tone at the end.
“Astaghfirullah mas. where might I lie, this is his mother in pain this, if not believe, call me mas?” I said and immediately poked his cell phone partner close to the mother earlier.
“Halo kiddo.. This woman does not lie, real mother is sick, there is a complex housing Bu Winda yes.. mother is on the side of the road, spit here!”then the mother immediately closed her phone and handed it back to me.
“Ya already Ma'am, it's there is a chair, we sit there first while waiting for the mother's child to come, I massage the back of the mother's back to let her a little pain subside,” The mother also complies.
I helped her to sit up and start massaging her back, I practiced it like my mother did when my GERD relapsed, not missing her pain but slightly lessened.
“Where's Mom? still sore?”
“It's not too, thank you. You have bothered to help me, whereas since then, people who pass by just look, do not want to help, maybe thought the mother of a con artist yes? though I have cold sweat withstanding the pain, until I brought the car I was no longer able to,” he replied.
“Sama-sama Mom, usually mom often relapses gini yes her pain?”
“Gak often anyway, last time at my friend's house, he gave a spicy food banquet, maybe my stomach is not strong to hold her,” I'm a mangosteen to hear his answer.
“Whose name are you?”
“Nisa Ma'am.”
“I Arumi, you stay here?”
“Iya here Mom, but not my home. but pakde.. if I am from the village of saree bloom Bu!”
“Oh so.. You work or college son?”
“I work Mom.. ”
While we were busy chatting, suddenly there was a car that came closer to us, his car was like a stranger, like a car owned by Mr. Yas!
“That's my son has arrived!” exclaimed Ms. Arumi looked at the car that had stopped right in front of us.
As soon as Bu Arum's son came out, I syock it was right that the car belonged to Mr. Yas.
“Nisa!” tekik mister Yas shocked, as well as me, obviously I was surprised it was Bu Arumi's mother Mr. Yas.
“Loh do you know this girl Yas?” ask Bu Arumi to her.
“He knows Mom, he's Yas's employee at the cafe!”
“Wow!”