Forced to Get Off Bed

19. Ambar Disease

Finally, Zega's proposal was unsuccessful. Zeya asked the man to just go home. Because there's more to it than marriage today. It's okay, if eventually Zeya has to live as a spinster. Provided, Ambar can live longer.

While Digta, chose to leave after knowing the news. Where not. But, Digta gave a message to Zeya, to keep Ambar for a while. Digta wants some fresh air.

“Mba ...” Zeya did not stop shedding tears. I don't know why her tears couldn't stop.

“Can you please get me a drink?” Ambar smiled wryly.

Zeya nodded. Then take a glass of drinking water on the nightstand. “This Mba.” Zeya's hand shook violently. This fact made his heart hurt.

“Still, Zey.” Ambar smiled bitterly.

“How long has Mba had this disease?” Ask Zeya.

“Hmmm, I know these few months because all this time, I've been feeling good. It just doesn't look like it hurts anymore.”

“Yes, I was fooled and did not know that Mba Ambar was sick again.” Zeya looked at Ambar who was taking his medicines.

“I've run some therapy, but it didn't work on me,” Ambar said again. “I don't want you and Mas Digta fighting anymore, Zey. I just want you guys to get along, at least make me happy to see your evilness.”

Zeya wiped her tears. “I promise Mba, will not argue the talk of Mas Digta again. Origin, Mba should quickly heal yes.”

Ambar was calm. “You guys made Mba healed.”

“I don't want to lose Mba Ambar.” Zeya hugged her sister tightly. “I promise I will always accompany Mba Ambar therapy, I want there always beside Mba Ambar.”

“Still yes, Zey.”

Zeya came out of Ambar's room after making sure her brother was sound asleep. Zeya looked at the wall clock that had shown at one in the morning. But, until now Digta has not gone home.

Zeya peeked out of the window of the house, not seeing the whereabouts of Digta's car.

Zeya took a deep breath. Feeling anxious.

When he wanted to go back to the room, Digta's car finally sounded parked in the courtyard of the house.

Digta entered in the condition of the face and hair are disheveled.

And the smell of alcohol came from Digta's mouth.

“Mas ...” hiss Zeya who looked anxious with Digta's condition.

“Hai.” Sapa Digta, not as fierce as usual.

“Mba Ambar is asleep,” said Zeya carefully. He also saw Digta's eyes as if he was crying. “Mas drunk huh?”

“Little bit, kok.” Digta walked slowly towards the sofa, the man sat on the sofa as he opened his shoes and socks.

“I get you a drink ya.” I don't know what kind of wind that makes Zeya have to treat Digta well.

Zeya just thought, Digta must have been heartbroken to hear about Ambar's health. Remember, Digta loved his wife so much.

Zeya sat down next to Digta after carrying a glass of water. “This Mas, drink first.”

“Still.” Digta took a glass from Zeya and gulped the water down.

“Mba Ambar wants us not to fight and noisier anymore. So, I'm trying to control my emotions and not refute what Mas Digta said again.” Zeya's voice shook violently.

“Same. I am too. Will be kinder to you, for the sake of seeing Ambar happy.” Digta flexed lethargic, feeling helpless.

“I know how much Mas loves Mba Ambar. Must be hard to accept this reality.” Zeye boldly rubbed Digta's shoulder slowly.

Digta lowered his head, rubbing the corner of his eye with two fingers. His body bowed as his shoulders trembled violently holding back the cries.

This was the first time Zeya had seen a Lecturer sekiller Digta cry.

“Where is my life without your Mba yes, Zey?” Digta's voice shook violently. “I will not be able to take care of Ciya alone. I am less patient.”

“Iya, I know,” Zeya replied.

“Eits, can not be fierce, Mas.”

Digta took a deep breath and rubbed his face. “Okay, sorry yes. I was really sad, I didn't know what to do. I have no power anymore.”

“Mas must be patient yes. I don't have the same power as Mas Digta.”

Digta and Zeya cried, unaware that Digta's head had been leaning against Zeya's shoulder.

***

“Zey, why did you call Mama last night? Mama is asleep.” This morning, Mama called Zeya back after last night Mama did not receive a call from Zeya.

Zeya's tears were drained last night. And this morning, after her mother called, Zeya came back crying.

“Ma... Mba Ambar ...” Zeya's voice was stuck in her throat. “Mba Pain Relief Leukemia.” Zeya's cry broke.

“You know from where, Zey?”

“Loh, Mama already knows?”

Mom was silent, not answering.

“Mama already know about Mba Ambar disease?” Asked Zeya again while wiping away her tears. “Mama kept all this a secret from me? Is that why Mama made me stay here? With Mba Ambar? Pantesan all this time I feel something strange, because Mama may not have no money to finance my boarding. Apparently, Mama and Mba Ambar have conspired.”

“Zey, Mama and Ambar did not conspire. But, we just don't want you to be the focus of the lecture because you know this. And Mba Ambar does not want if this will burden your mind.”

“But I feel so betrayed and lied to. I also love Mba Ambar. If Mba Ambar leaves, who will defend me, Ma...” Zeya cried again loudly. “I don't want Mba Ambar to go, Ma. Poor thing, Ciya is still a child.”

My mom was crying across the street too. “You think Mama wants Mba Ambar to go? No, Zey. Mama was also sad when she found out about it, even Mama could not sleep every night. Your mother was a good woman, a great sister, and an obedient child. How could anyone as good as Mba Ambar quickly be called God.”

The conversation between Zeya and Mama was immediately turned into a sobbing.

***

Digta hasn't spoken a word since last night. In fact, Digta up to Ambar's cuekin. When Ambar had prepared the clothes for Digta as usual, the man took the other clothes in the closet.

“Why do you cuekin me, Mas.” Ambar is sad. Sitting in the corner of the bed. “What is it that makes you angry and disappointed?” Ask Ambar again.

But, Digta still refused to talk.

“You were drunk last night huh? I smell alcohol on your dirty clothes.”

“I only drink one glass,” Digta replied briefly.

“Mas …. I didn't mean to lie to you all this time. I just want, you are not too worried about my health,” said Ambar lirih.

Digta glared at him sharply. “Don't want to worry about you? how do you mean!” Digta's intonation is rising. “You're dying Ambar! And you hid your sickness from me. How long has it been, huh? Why don't you let me fight with your illness together. If only I had known from the beginning, I would have spent more time with you. Because I don't want my time with you to be wasted, even a second!”

The atmosphere this morning was so emotional. Digta couldn't sleep all night.

“You know how much I love you, right, Ambar! If you leave later, how will I fare? I don't even want to live anymore, Ambar. I'm empty without you. I'm nothing.”

“You must remain strong and vigorous for the sake of Ciya, Mas.”

“Which can, Ambar. Where can.” Digta sat in the corner of the sofa, rubbing his face in frustration. “I don't want to lose you, Ambar. I don't want to!” Digta looked at Ambar, touching his wife's hands. “There must be another way for you to keep healing, right?”

Ambar took a deep breath. “Doctor I said, there is a way of spinal cord transpaltation in Malaysia.”

“Let's go there tomorrow.”

“But, Mas…. The success is very small because I have the final stage four. And I don't want, all this to be in vain.”

“I am willing to spend any money for your recovery. Even if later I will fall poor.”

“Mas...” Ambar's face was parched. “I only want one thing from you, Mom. I want you to treat Zeya, my sister well. Because, it's only Zeya that I trust to look after you and Ciya.”

Digta frowned deeply. “What do you mean?”