100 Days of Being a Widow

Comfortable shoulder for Fika

After lunch. Wisnu invites Fika to see a cosmetic exhibition that is being held by his company in one of the malls. Fika agreed.

"This exhibition is a preparatory exhibition for a larger event, Fik. We will be involved as the core committee later. I'm sure you'll be able to contribute to the exhibition!". Vishnu said optimistically.

"Don't praise me like that. I'm afraid I won't be able to work up to my expectations". Answer Fika.

"I'm sure with the flying hours and your public speaking in the field of sales, for that prepare yourself for this event yes, Fik!" Vishnu said with great enthusiasm.

Fika's eyes sparkled listening to every motivational sentence that came out of Vishnu's lips.

"How cool is this guy. He is young, but his work spirit is very high". Mumbled Fika admiring in heart.

They're back in the car. Not long after, the car drove. Fika remembered something, that the journey to the exhibition would pass through the Hospital where Pina was treated.

Although reluctant, Fika finally ventured to express her request to visit mother. He had not visited his mother for a week because he faced promotion. Fortunately he had bought a packet of rice Padang with side dishes Padang omelet favorite of his mother.

"Mas, can we stop by the hospital in front for a minute?"

The stuck atmosphere makes Vishnu lack concentration.

"Well...What Fika?!"

"We stopped by the Hospital in front for a while!" Fika said.

"Who's sick, Rick?" Ask Vishnu curious. Because the front Hospital is a psychiatric referral Hospital in Jakarta.

"My mother..." Said Fika softly while looking down.

"Oh..sorry Fik!. Okay we'll stop there" . Replied Vishnu who felt bad for asking too far.

Fika carrying a rice package complete with his mother's favorite side dish. He deliberately ordered it, because he knew it would pass the path of the Mental Hospital where his mother was treated.

"Will you wait here?" Ask Fika when she gets out of the car.

Vishnu who was curious decided to come down.

"I'm with Fik!"

Vishnu said while getting out of the car.

Fika walked without a word. Arrive at a registration locker for a visit. Not long after, he was allowed to visit his mother.

As if he didn't care about Vishnu. Fika greeted her mother and began to open the rice package that she had brought earlier.

"Mother, eat first!" Say Fika overtime while opening the rubber that wraps around the rice. One by one he put it in his mother's mouth. Vishnu was stunned to see the scenery in front of him. Behind the cheerful and assertive attitude of a Fika while working, it turns out he is a figure of patience and tenderness to his mother.

Pina's condition looks more stable over time. He no longer attacked the nurse.

"Thank you Mom for doing her best. Fika is grateful that our lives are now improving. Oh yes Mom, Fika was able to promote. Thank God Fika is rising now Mom!"

Said Fika while continuing to feed the food. Although the mother responded with a very flat expression. Fika doesn't care. He just remembered what the doctor said to keep the mother communicating, treating her like a normal human being. Reminds her mother to be aware of her role in life, that she still deserves to be cured and live as a normal human being.

Vishnu was stunned by Fika's patience. Vishnu was more fascinated by the figure of Fika.

After feeding his mother. Fika asks permission to take the scissors and comb. Seen the mother's hair has long and some are dreaded because it is rarely watered.

Gently, Fika started to cut her mother's elongated hair. The mother has not been able to take care of herself, so leaving her hair long, will make the mother's hair a louse's nest. To keep her feminine and elegant, Fika lengthens Pina's bangs a bit. Then began to bathe his mother in the bathroom together so that her mother does not feel itchy due to the remnants of hair that stuck to her body.

Vishnu helps Fika to take her mother to the bathroom. Fika wrapped a sarong in his mother's body, so that the mother did not look in front of Vishnu. Once again, Vishnu was stunned by the way Fika took care of his mother. At once Vishnu remembered the figure of his mother who was also sick at home. How quiet would his life be if he had a wife like Fika.

"agh.my thoughts are sometimes hard for me to control!" Vishnu murmured in his heart.

"Well, now I'm beautiful" . Fika said to her mother. However, Pina still did not respond. "not why, the mother did not rampage alone was able to make Fika happy.

After bathing and changing clothes, Fika put on her mother's makeup, and handed it back to the nurse, because the long wait was over.

"I want to take my mom home and hire a hemm nurse". Said Fika while taking a deep breath.

"Fika, if I may know the beginning of the pain that your mother suffered?" Ask Vishnu carefully. He was afraid to offend Fika.

Fika has not answered. He got into the car, accompanied by Vishnu. After sitting down, he answered Vishnu, with a weak but deep gaze.

"Are you sure you want to know my life story?"

said Fika.

"Everyone has their own life story, Fika. You should not hesitate to tell a story". Speak Vishnu softly.

Both eyes looked at. There was the comfort that Fika felt there. Until he was able to return the gaze fixed.

The car is still parked in the basement of the hospital. Slowly, Fika tells her about who she is and how her family is. The first reason why his mother suffered from mental disorders. The tears can no longer be blocked. Vishnu's shoulder became the most comfortable place for Fika. There are tears pouring out. Tears that have been out of place all this time. Until it is always broken. He always feels free with tears, because it will not reduce his sadness and provide solutions.

But this time it was different. The shoulder that Vishnu gave to be the right place to spill all the emotions and burdens that he felt so far. A gentle swipe on Fika's head signifies that Vishnu is a figure capable of providing comfort for Fika. This kind of treatment he never got from Azka.

After being satisfied with her crying. Fika removed her head from Vishnu's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, mas. I'm too deep in emotion". Said Fika who was still as excited.

"That's okay, Fika. I feel so sorry for you. It turns out that you have been living a long time. From now on, don't hesitate to share my story with me, I will always be there for you, Fika".

A warm kiss landed on Fika's hand. After that, the hand of Vishnu is able to relieve crying, turning rain into rainbow.

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