A Reply to My Husband

Uang

Hanna was relieved when she saw in the garage there was no Barra's car. That means he's not home. Hanna was even more relieved when she entered the house and looked at her empty room-in-law. This meant that neither Barra nor her in-laws were at home.

"Imah, take Alicia to her room!"

"Okay, ma'am" replied Imah.

"Come on Mah, I'll show you Mama's room." Hanna takes Herra to a special guest room.

"When Mama sleeps in this room alone." Herra nodded.

"I'm going to my room. I want a break." Then Hanna left Herra alone in the room.

Hanna walked slowly towards her room. He stood up and remained silent for quite a long time in front of the door. It felt palpitating considering what he had previously experienced in this room. Hanna held the doorknob. He wanted to open it but was afraid that Barra was in the room.

Hanna finally opened the door. Unlike what he feared, Barra was indeed not home. Hanna entered her room. It was the same as the last time he left her. Messy and more like ruins than a room. The things that Barra had thrown were still scattered on the floor. So did the broken flower vase that was almost Barra throwing into his head.

"He's not home. Mother too, where are they?" muttered Hanna. "But good, I don't have to face him."

* * *

Herra had just come home from selling the jewelry she had. The plan was that the money from the sale of jewelry he would use to find a place to live. Meanwhile Barra and Widia did not come home last night. But it makes Hanna happy. Nor did he attempt to contact Barra to ask about his mother's condition, nor did Barra contact him.

Hanna was playing her phone when Herra came home.

"Mama's home?" hanna asked as soon as she saw her mom coming. But Herra's face showed no good omens.

"Why mah? Why is Mama's face so moody?"

Herra sat down next to Hanna.

"So mama met Mama's friend, time at the jewelry store. He's charging Mama's arisan money." Herra looked increasingly moody.

"It should have been yesterday Mama Arisan, but you know for yourself what we experienced yesterday. Then Mama met Mama's friend and she collected the money. So the money from the sale of jewelry Mama used to pay arisan," Herra told with guilt.

"What??? And mom gave me all the money? Mama's jewelry is expensive?!"

"You know for yourself how much money mama's a month? It's still got the rest but a little, it won't be enough."

Hanna looks upset. But he couldn't blame his mother. Indeed, since the first Mama actively followed the arrival of socialite mothers.

"If this money we use to contract the house then we have no money to eat. But if we don't use it to contract the house then this money we can use to eat for a month, even if we want to eat potluck." Herra resigned.

"Mama try calling papa's colleagues first. Who knows if someone will help us. Papa's friends are many, mah,"

"Mama tried last night. Anybody wants to help if we're like this. When your father still had power they all approached your father. But now we are like this where anyone wants to get close. They act like they don't know us. Mama's friend was being sadistic to Mama."

"What time is Mah?" Hanna can't believe it.

"The situation is completely different Hanna. Just try to call one of your friends and ask him for help. No one will help you."

Hanna proved her Mama's words by trying to contact her friends one by one. On average, no one answered his phone. Even if there is a definite say if he is busy and will later call him back.

"News is spreading fast. They know our situation now. They know we have nothing and nobody."

"Why is this so Mah?!" Hanna looks upset and slams her phone onto the sofa.

"Sorry Ms. Hanna, but why hasn't my salary been transferred yet? It's been a week late" said Imah who suddenly appeared there.

Hanna rolled her eyes lazily.

"I'll transfer! From tomorrow you don't have to work here anymore" Hanna said straight to the point.

"Sorry Mom, but I need that money for my in-laws' treatment."

"Yes ... I'll transfer" Hanna replied again.

"I'll just wait for Miss Hanna. If tomorrow I no longer work here then I ask for my salary last month to be paid now. Tomorrow I'm not here, ma'am." Imah ventured to ask for her right.

"This ..." Herra gave her another half of the money she had to pay Imah's salary.

"Mah ...!!!" prevent Hanna.

"We have to give Hanna her due. He's been working hard for you."

"Thank you Ma'am" Imah told Herra then passed.

Earlier, Imah heard Hanna and Herra's conversation about their financial condition. Given her salary has not been given, Imah ventured to ask her rather than no clarity about her salary later.

"Why did Mom give you the money? We don't have any more money now!" hanna's nagging after Imah is nowhere to be seen.

"We have to give a salary to people who already work for us. What do people say if they hear we're late for ART?!"

"Mah ...!!! Did Mama forget about us now?! Everyone is talking about our ugliness!!!" snapped Hanna.

Hanna's speech was like waking Herra from a dream.

"Mama really should take a break now. Mama still hopes that what happens to us is just a dream."

* * *

"You're not coming home?" Widia was still chuckling in the hospital bed.

"No. I'll accompany you here."

"Go home .. apologize to Hanna. Fix your relationship."

"Later .. all of you take mom home. I can go home tomorrow" replied Barra. He didn't say many were looking for him when he came home yesterday.

"Remember Mom's words, she's your wife. Whatever his mistake, forgive him. If you part with him there is not necessarily a woman who will accompany you with your current situation."

Barra was silent at her mother's words. Although this woman in front of him is the most meritorious person in the destruction of his life but she is still his mother. And Barra loved him very much.

"Will you be like this for the rest of your life?" Widia tried to move her left hand and leg but could not. His right hand and right foot can move normally.

"No ma'am, the mother can still recover as long as she routinely does therapy. Don't worry."

"But where do you get money to pay for your mother's treatment? It must be not a little."

"Let's think about it, Mom, take it easy."