Forced to Get Off Bed

15. Mourning

From: Zega

[Tomping together again to the campus? I'll pick it up]

After getting a short message from Zega tonight, Zeya went straight out of the room. He was looking for Ambar—'s whereabouts who was happily watching television with Ciya in the living room.

“Mba...” Zeya sat next to Ambar. “Mas Digta where?” Zeya did not see the nose of the Jin around him.

“Masturbation. Why?”

“Tante Zeya to nggaaaak! It's delicious, loh.” Ciya thrust a bowl of popcorn at Zeya.

“Hihi. Thankshh.” Zeya took some and collected them in the palm to chew. “What are the conditions of Mba Ambar? I think it's yah.” Zeya stomped Ambar's thigh with the side of the— hand that was not holding the popcorn.

Ambar scrunched. “That's so weird of you. Sure, want to ask for something, huh. Why?”

“Hehe, know ajah. Tomorrow I don't go to college with Mas Digta. I picked up temen.” Persuade Zeya.

Without thinking long, Ambar immediately replied, “nggak.”

“Ih, that's it, sih.” Zeya pout. “Please, Mba. This is good, loh.”

“That bike ride, right? Who picked you up yesterday?”

Zeya nodded her head. “Iya, handsome, right?”

“Your boyfriend?”

“Penginnya anyway, so. But no, really. Just temen doang.”

Ambar remained focused on staring at the television in front of him. “Stay cannot.”

“Ih, why, anyway? I'm an adult, you know. These girls in my age have three more kids! Well, I boro-boro have children, deket same guy just can not.”

“But you are not careful if you find a girlfriend, Zey. Your previous girlfriends weren't clear, were they?”

Zeya pout. “Lagian, why the hell, I have to be with Mas Digta continuously. I'm not his wife.”

“Mba just want you guys familiar, Zeya.”

“But, Mba, Mas Digta is so cruel to me. Remember when my phone broke? So, he deliberately sent a message in the class group so that students bring the book he asked for. Because my phone is damaged, I automatically do not read the group, dong. I don't know that announcement. What's wrong, he told me straight away. This is not, loh. He seemed to deliberately embarrass me in front of the class and get me out of his college eyes. And, Mba Ambar knows what's worse? He gave me an E, Mba! She told me to repeat her mats next semester. Where is there sister-in-law model so, Mba!” Zeya spoke with a fiery tone.

Makes Ambar so sigh and feel pity with his sister.

“Where do I want to quickly finish college, if Mas Digta deliberately inhibits me.” Zeya crossed her arms around her chest while leaning her back on the chair. He's pouting so badly.

“Sayang...” Digta suddenly came out of the room in a state of bathing and changed his clothes using a T-shirt and shorts. “You see my glasses?” Ask Digta to Ambar.

Ambar did not answer. I don't know what she thinks of her husband.

“Honey,” call Digta again. “See, no?”

“Mas, why did Mas make Zeya have to repeat the eyes of Mas lecture in the next semester?” Ambar direct to the point.

Digta groaned in frustration. “What else is this, baby? Your sister, complaining what else?”

“Mas, why did Mas have to make it difficult for Zeya to study?”

Inwardly, Zeya laughed with satisfaction at Digta's pias face.

Remember that above the sky there is still sky. And on top of Mas Digta there is still Mba Ambar!

“That was Zeya's fault, why didn't she bring the book I asked for? Other friends on bring all, kok.”

“But, I know myself that my phone is broken, so I don't know if there's an announcement in the group. And, why did not Mas just talk directly to me to buy a book and bring the book as requested.” Zeya started looking face to face. There was Ambar.

Digta's face changed. In his heart, Zeya was completely satisfied to have won.

“Mas, please dong, don't behave like this. I've told you over and over again, don't be so loud. Butwhat? You don't remember what I said as if you didn't think I existed.” Ambar.

“I assume you exist, Darling.”

“Keep, what is the proof of all this?”

Digta closed his eyes for a moment. Then he breathed heavily. “Oke-okay, I was wrong. I'll let Zeya in my college eyes again. And it won't give him the value of E.”

“One more, Mas. My friend whose name is Zega also gave the value of E in two subjects Mas. But he had no fatal mistake. So, very unfair.” Zeya again issued a problem caused by Digta.

“Oke-okay, he's been able to get into my class. Anything else?” Tanya Digta with a hardened jaw.

“For today, it seems like enough so and thank you, deh, Mas.” Zeya smiled with satisfaction.

“It's satisfied you, right?”

Digta glared sharply as if to attack me if only there were no handlers here.

“So, where are my glasses?” Tanya Digta returned to Ambar.

“In the drawer of the worktable, Mas,” replied Ambar.

“Oke.” And Digta closed the door.

HAHAHAAHAHAHA HOW? GOOD FOR MY TIME, ANYWAY? Feel you, Jin! Therefore, do not macem with his sister Mba Ambar, donggg.

“Mba has helped you, so you understand, what Mba wants?” Ambar looked at Zeya back. “Go and go home campus together with Mas Digta.”

Zeya again swallowed the disappointment pill. He'll be the months in the car by Jin Tomang tomorrow.

***

Because he knew he was going to college with Digta. Zeya did not want to create any new problems, so she had woken up earlier than usual, had already finished getting ready and had breakfast as well! Less what, try?

In fact, Zeya was already standing next to Digta's car with Ciya.

“Be careful, Mas,” said Ambar when greeting the back of her husband's hand.

Then Digta stepped into the car. Zeya looked at the watch while sneering. “Too long, anyway! What time is it.”

“Tahuu nih, Daddy!” Ciya followed by sneering.

While Digta, just glared sharply as a pointed bamboo Indonesian hero. Then he got into the car and slammed the car door.

HAHAHA. Zeya was satisfied laughing in his heart and followed him into the car.

There was no sound they let out as long as the car sped across the highway. But, Zeya could feel the movements of Digta's eyes when he stole a glance towards Zeya through the front view.

“Do not think you can win.” So Digta's sentence sounded dindin.

“Yeah, actually it does feel winning, anyway. Considering my handler is Mba Ambar, hehe.” Zeya fight. “After all, Mas Digta should be nice to me. If Mba is stressed because of thinking about Mas Digta's attitude to me, what? Later, Mba Ambar fainted again, lohhhhh.” Zeya did not stop sneering.

“Shut up,” says Cold Digta.

On the other hand, after Ambar made sure the car her husband was driving sped away from home. The woman hurriedly put on her jacket, and took her bag. Then he went to the hospital in a taxi.

***

“Ambar, you've ignored this chemotherapy several times. Honestly, I'm disappointed. Given your condition, it is getting weaker. It is not a playful disease, Ambar, in this case, acute leukemia in the development of cancer cells occurs very quickly and the symptoms can worsen in a short time, the,” said Doctor Han staring at Ambar sitting opposite him with a lethargic bent face.

Then, the oncology hematology specialist gave a paper to Ambar.

“What is this, Doc?” Ask Ambar curiously.

“I advise you to do a Bone Marrow Transplant treatment procedure or spinal cord transplant. The success rate is quite high. The procedure is available at Sunwah Medical Centre, Malaysia,” explains Dr Han back.

Ambar frowned. “Malaysia, Doc?”

Doctor Ham nodded. “Do that as soon as possible yes, Mbar.”

Ambar was silent for a moment and looked at Doctor Han with a pus. “If the treatment does not work, how?”

Doctor Han let out a long breath. “That's God's power, Mbar. I do not mean to scare you, even though they believe that the procedure has a high success rate. But, most of my patients fail. You don't worry, what's wrong we try and keep trying, Mbar.”

Ambar closed his eyes for a second, making a drop of tears fall down his face.

“Good, Doc, I tried to talk about this first to my husband,” Ambar said finally.

“Good, but ahead of it happens, keep it routine for chemotherapy huh.”

“Good, Doc. Then I permission first, thank you very much yes, Doc.”

“Same-sama, Ambar.”

After exiting Doctor Han's room, Ambar's cry completely broke.

He sat in the waiting room of the hospital touching his chest which was very painful. Fresh blood had already flowed out of his nostrils.

Ambar took a handkerchief from the bag, but the bag fell to the floor and scattered his belongings.

Ambar was crying loudly.

Life is like breathing, right? Because one day, we'll blow one last time. And leaving, is a must. So weep ye .. before thyself mourned.