Forced to endure

Chapter 8

Ten o'clock in the evening I came back from the arisan at Likha's house. I intended to go straight to my room, but I heard Mas Adji's voice groaning in pain from his room. I stopped my steps, and wondered if I needed to see her condition in the room.

Or maybe he was pretending to be in pain to get my attention because he knew I was home. The experience made me no longer prejudiced Mas Adji. I tried to ignore Mas Adji's voice and I continued to move towards my room.

Mas Adji's voice was still heard from my room. And I still ignore it. But for a long time his voice began to bother me until I could not bear to hear it. So I decided to see Mas Adji in his room.

I knocked on Mas Adji's door like we were two strangers living under one roof.

"Mas, are you okay?" ask me from behind the door.

There's no answer. There was only the voice of Mas Adji who continued to be in pain. I finally opened the door without waiting for an answer from Mas Adji.

I approached and sat on the edge of Mas Adji's bed.

"Mas, are you okay?" ask again.

Adji did not answer. His eyes were tightly shut but his mouth kept making sounds that indicated he was extremely tormented. Sweat soaked all over Mas Adji's body until his clothes were soaked with sweat.

I looked at Mas Adji's leg and was surprised to see his leg swelling like last night, but this time it was much worse. Soon I took cold water to compress her swollen legs. I slowly stick the small towel that I have dipped cold water on to Mas Adji's feet.

I repeat it a few times until it looks better. Mas Adji did not open his eyes at all as long as I compressed his legs. At least he was not in pain like that.

After that I went back to my room. I put my body down and I tried to close my eyes. I tried for a while but I didn't fall asleep either. I was thinking of Mas Adji.

I was angry with her, even though I still wanted a divorce from her. Then why do I still want to take care of him? Why can't I see him in pain? Do I really still love him?

Her morning...

I'm done with my morning routine as a housewife. Breakfast is also ready at the dinner table.

"Kei, call your papa for breakfast." Keisha nodded.

Keisha is ready for her school uniform. I picked her up early this morning from mom's house because she was staying there last night.

I haven't seen Mas Adji after I compressed his legs last night. I'm going to pretend nothing happened because it seemed like last night Mas Adji was unconscious.

Keisha has returned from his papa's room.

"Where's Papa?"

"Still on Ma's way, slow down. Papa's feet still hurt."

"Oh .. yes ... Mama forgot." I pretend to forget that Mas Adji is sick.

Usually if Mas Adji is sick, he is spoiled not playing. Do not get out of bed, eat should I bribe even though only a mild flu. And I serve him with all my heart. I make sure he gets my full attention and care. But that was before I knew his foul behavior with Eva.

Not long after I saw Mas Adji walking over. He's still limping like yesterday. I lyrically her ankles with the tail of my eye.

It's not swollen, my mind.

With great difficulty finally Mas Adji arrived at the dining table. Unknowingly I immediately picked up rice and side dishes for Mas Adji.

"Win ... Last night ... "

Mas Adji did not continue his words. I also did not ask what Mas Adji wanted to say. The less talk with Mas Adji, the better.

It hasn't been a week that Mas Adji has been sick. There was no change in the condition of his feet. Every night his leg was swollen and then the next morning it was better, always like that.

Today Mas Arya plans to take Mas Adji to the hospital, for the second time. It may be necessary to do tests to find out what Mas Adji disease really is.

I can't drive because I can't drive a car. While the condition of Mas Adji's legs also does not allow for me bonceng motor. So Mas Adji asked his brother for help to deliver. This time I accompanied them to the hospital.

The three of us listened silently to the doctor's explanation. The diagnosis is still the same, the level of uric acid in Mas Adji's body is very high. But there is a little enlightenment why Mas Adji's legs are quite severe and not immediately healed. The doctor explained if it was because of the habit of drinking alcohol.

Whether it was true or not, but instead smiled hearing it. Finally Mas Arya learned the bad habits of his sister.

"My sister doesn't drink drinks like that doc" Mas Arya denied.

"I've met many cases like this sir" the doctor replied, writing on paper.

"When was the last time you drank alcohol?" The doctor turned his attention to Mas Adji, but Mas Adji silently did not answer. The doctor was silent and did not ask any other questions.

While Mas Arya looks incredulous and like a confused person.

"For a while, his alcohol consumption was reduced first yes sir. Or if it can be stopped even better"

"Yes Doc" replied Mas Adji listlessly.

Mas Arya suddenly glared in disbelief at Mas Adji's reply. Then he looked for answers by looking at me. But I just shrugged my shoulders.

"This is a different recipe than the previous one. I hope this medicine is suitable."

The doctor gave a prescription to Mas Arya. We went home after we had taken the medicine.

During the return trip, Mas Arya did not stop scolding Mas Adji.

"When did you start drinking like that?! I really didn't expect it!"mas Arya said.

"If you knew she could have a stroke!"

"If Mas Arya doesn't say that you won't know" Mas Adji replied lightly.

"You can answer like that!" mas Arya Bengak.

I just kept watching these two brothers debate. Strange indeed the way Mas Arya scolded Mas Adji. It's like he's scolding Tk's son.

"And you Win, why shut up knowing Adji likes to get drunk?! Why not tell me?!" cecar Mas Arya changed for me.

"What can I do, Mom? Will Arya believe I told her the truth? This Mas Arya heard directly from the person who did not believe it. Especially if I'm the only one saying it?"

Mas Arya fell silent, and so did Mas Adji.

"Yes, the important thing is that you don't know. Later you can be sad because you feel that you have failed to educate you."

I was intrigued to hear Mas Arya's words. They were raised by strict rules by their mother. They do not know liquor, gambling even just cigarettes they never touch.

But now they are adults, they can do whatever they want. And that's what their mother didn't realize. Their mother thinks if her son is still like before, polite and not neko-neko.