Due to Neighbor's Clothes

32

Lucky immediately made dragon fruit juice as well as food from the ingredients he had bought. He cooks rice and chicken soup. Certainly not a big problem because now there is a practical spice that lives pouring. Those who never cook will be smart and taste no less delicious than those who are proficient, all because of the sophistication of the times.

“It's done, deh. Just wait for Sri to wake up. The clothes are washed, the house is clean. The new clothes have been purchased. Oh, aye. If all this time he had no clothesline, where did he hang clothes huh?” Lucky scratches his head hoping to get an answer from things he can't know other than Sri's own confession.

Yes already. Lucky didn't bother him. Now Lucky is just waiting for Sri to wake up while watching TV. It's eight o'clock, Sri hasn't woken up. Lucky who had been doing homework began to feel hungry.

“Neg. I can't eat first. I have to wait for Sri to wake up. He will wake up soon.” Lucky stubbornly waited for Sri even though her stomach was wrapped around. He was very sure Sri could not possibly make him suffer. However Lucky is her husband who has given her all life of luxury and hedonism.

Meanwhile, Sri was awake. He was too lazy to leave the room. There's Lucky, he's getting lazy. Though usually he really likes to go out of the house, of course, just to see Dony and spy on Nining so that his life is not in harmony with his goals.

“I don't want to leave the room. Anyway if there is him, I will lock myself up here. Fortunately, I bought a snack yesterday. Can eat in room, deh.” Without guilt, Sri eats all the snacks she has without thinking about Lucky who is starving waiting for her in the living room.

***

Lucky began to feel his stomach twisting once. She has stomach pains and must not be late to eat, but for Sri's sake, she ignores all of it.

“My sheep must be in protest. Relax, yes, hull. Soon you will be filled with food. Relax, yes,” entertain Lucky while rubbing the stomach softly that began to be impatient.

Until ten Sri still did not leave the room as well, Lucky began not strong. His sight began to blur, and his consciousness diminished. Too long to endure the pain, Lucky can no longer survive. He collapsed in the living room without anyone knowing.

The door opened, Dony who used to play to Lucky's house every time he came home, today also played.

“Lucky. Hi, what are you doing there?” hello Dony who saw Lucky passed out in the living room.

Not usually Lucky just shut up if accosted, Dony felt something strange. He also ventured to enter because the door of the house was deliberately left open.

“Lucky. Lucky you slept? If you sleep, not here, in the room. Lucky,” scolds Dony while nudging Lucky's shoulder to wake him up.

Lucky did not respond. Dony thought Lucky was tired so he slept very soundly.

“Ya, already. I'm going home. Maybe he's tired. Next time I play and talk. He must be very upset with his wife.” Dony stepped in to go home.

Unexpected things happen. There was a very loud sound coming from Lucky's stomach. Dony, who was just a few steps away from Lucky, fell silent and confirmed what the sound was.

“There was a strange sound. What's the sound, huh?”

Again. It sounded the same sound, but this time it was no louder than the first. He approaches Lucky's stomach because he suspects the sound is coming from his stomach.

“Don't Lucky's stomach relapse. Whoa, danger. He must have fainted by now. I have to get her to the hospital immediately.” Dony prepares to carry Lucky.

Sri, who was in the room, suddenly came down. He also felt stomach pain due to mostly eating snacks. As soon as he saw Dony, he pretended that he was okay. She's even spoiled and pretentious. He approached Dony with a contrived path.

“Hai, Mas Dony. Kok, tumben's here. What's up?” tanya Sri spoiled.

“Mba. This is Lucky why you fainted?” ask Dony worriedly.

He approached Lucky. He looked pale and did not move at all. The sound from Lucky's stomach continued even though it wasn't as loud as the first. Panic and confusion.

“Let's take him to the hospital.” Dony forced Sri to bring Lucky, she was afraid something happened to her friend Lucky—.

“I—iya. A—ayo we take to hospital.”

***

Dony doesn't think about what happened to Lucky. He should have been welcomed home by his wife. This is Lucky fainting.

“Doctor. What happened to my best friend?” ask Dony worried.

“It looks like he's late for a meal. So the stomach is in trouble,” replied the doctor.

“Telate to eat?” Dony glanced at Sri sharply. Something is wrong with their home. However, not now talk about the household in front of the doctor. “But Lucky can still heal, Doc?”

“Sure. This patient is strong. Other than him, it must have been a lot worse. Patients do not need to be treated, can take road treatment.” The doctor left them.

Now it's Dony's turn to interrogate Sri. Sri looks scared. Who else should be responsible other than Sri.

“Your household problems, I have no right to interfere. But since this is about life, I have to interfere. What the hell is going on? Why is Lucky so late to eat?” cecar Dony sharp.

Sri swallowed the saliva because she was so afraid. What's he supposed to say?

“Eh, actually. It's not what Mas Dony thought it was. Me and Lucky Mas are marahan because last night Mas Lucky came home at one night and he didn't tell me. Called unanswered, in-chat also not reciprocated. That's why I didn't leave the room. Maybe that's why Mas Lucky won't eat,” said Sri. He didn't lie, but he didn't tell everything clearly.

“Any. Lucky can't be like that. I can't believe,” tepis Dony can't believe.

“Which way I might lie. I'm telling the truth. If you do not believe, then ask the same Mas Lucky directly.” Sri was not afraid because what she said was true.

Dony sat in the waiting room. He did not believe it, but there was no way he would argue and interfere with other people's household matters. Dony chose silence.

***

Lucky has returned home. He hates Lucky. Because of Lucky, Dony scolded her.

“Satisfied? Am I happy to make my name ugly in the eyes of Mas Dony? Because Mas passed out, Mas Dony thought I had made something the same Mas.” Sri nags in the room, even though Lucky is lying limp.

“Ma—maafin Mas, Sri. Mas have no intention to make your good name ugly,” regret Lucky.

“Anything Mas should return my good name in front of Mas Dony.”