Half of the Heart belongs to Sahla

Milky (2)

It has been a few days since the events that happened to Dila happened, but Dila never improved. Every time approached by a man will definitely scream hysterically, Bima is no exception. It seemed like Dila had experienced a very terrible event, thus causing such a deep trauma for her. Only Mrs Ratih is not 

getting rejected, maybe because Dila was very close to her mother. Even though she is 17 years old, Dila still likes to spoil her mother.

With Dila's situation like that, Bima and her family have difficulty getting information about the incident she experienced. Even Mr. RT and other residents have been traveling around the village, looking for something that can be used as a guide. But the result was nothing, there was no trace of anything. Like nothing happened.

Dila had been hospitalized, but still no significant changes, just not too often rampage. Maybe it was also due to the sedative effect. Already various ways Dila family treat it, both medical and non-medical. But still not make Dila back to how it was. Even the property owned by Bu Ratih was used up just to treat Dila. Until finally Bima decided to go to the big city to find work. He wanted to take over the burden that his own mother had been carrying. Since the departure of her husband 10 years ago, Ms. Ratih never wanted to marry again. He wants to focus on raising his children by selling nasi uduk and nasi kuning as breakfast. And maybe this is the time for Bima to take over the task of the father, which is to make a living. So that his mother can focus on taking good care of Dila.

And now, the woman in front of him was like an undead. There is no passion at all. His body contained only bones wrapped in skin. His face was pale, and the eyes that had once shone excitedly, were now dimming. His smile was never seen again.

"La, Brother is coming home" he said in a soft voice. Dila is still unmoved. Bima raised her hand and gently rubbed her sister's head.

"Male!" Call Bu Ratih while walking up to him.

"Yes, Mom!"

"Have magrib, take a shower!" The Order of Mrs Ratih. Then Madam Ratih closed the window of Dila's room. Bima also according. The body is very sticky because the journey is quite long.

"Mom, Bima is going to the shop." Just after dinner is over. 

"To his house Mak Isah aja, now open a food stall."

"Mak Isah in front of the alley ?"

"Yes. Now there's a kid moving in here."

"Who's Ma'am ?"

"Bi Marni's. Mak Isah now can't do anything else, no one takes care of it here too. So the Bi Marni family moved here. But his son did not move, he said he was working. If there's a long holiday just come home here." 

"Mother likes her son Bi marni, besides being beautiful she is also good. He occasionally played here nemenin Dila. I think I want a ghost like her, Bim."

"Mother, the story is so bad."

Madam Ratih laughed. "Yes, there to the shop, then the hunt closes," 

"Yes." Yeah."

It only takes 5 minutes to go to Mak Isah. 

"A lot too," he said. There are some men who are chatting while drinking coffee and do not forget a cigarette tucked in their fingers.

"Sir! A pack of cigarettes." Bima said to a father who was cooking instant noodles. It seems to be for its customers.

"But A," he said. "Neng Sahla! Please Mr. for a moment, serve this Aa, want to buy a cigarette. I'm responsible for making mi."

Before long, a young woman wearing a black hood limited to the chest came from inside. 

" What cigarette is A ?" Ask politely.

Bima mentioned one brand of cigarettes, and Sahla immediately took it and handed it over. Bima also received it while giving a piece of money in blue.

"This is the change, thank you." Sahla. Then just leave, go inside his house. Bima who was still in place was just dumbfounded, looking at Sahla who returned to her house.

"Sir Edi, coffee item one yes!" Shouted a man who had just arrived. His voice restored Bima's consciousness. Bima also immediately left the stall to his home.

Bima did not go straight into the house, he sat in front of his house while smoking a cigarette.

"You want coffee, Bim ?" 

"May Ma."

Before long Mrs Ratih returned with a cup of black coffee and sat down to accompany her son.

"When did you sleep, ma'am ?"

"Already, after taking the drug directly to sleep." Mrs Ratih sat next to her son. Bima also immediately turned off the remaining cigarette half.

"Mom's glad you're home."

Bima took the coffee cup and sipped it slowly. "Bima is also happy to be reunited with Mom and Dila." Bima paused her speech while putting the coffee cup onto the table. "If Dila recovers and returns to what she used to be. Maybe now we are gathering three," he continued.

"Maybe I have a granddaughter of the two of you now" she said with a smile.

Bima immediately turned to his mother. Didn't expect to be answered like that by my mother.

"Maybe his life path should be like that," continued Bu Ratih, the look on his face turned grim.

"Bima wants Dila like she used to."

"We all want it."

Silent. No more words came out of the two of them.

"Mom, if you want to get married, get married. Don't think about your sister and mother anymore." Suddenly, Ma'am said that. Bima was surprised.

"What did mom say ? Who wants to get married ?" Elak Bima's.

"Your age is ripe enough for a household. Many of your friends are married."

Bima was silent, not knowing what to say. He never thought about marriage. All he had in mind was the healing of Dila.

"Mother does not want Dila and mother to be a barrier to your happiness," continued Mrs Ratih.

"Mom, Dila and Mum are the happiness of Bima."

Mrs Ratih smiled. "Thank you, son! It's been a good child for Mom and Sister who's good for Dila."

Bima smiled bitterly. "I'm not as good as you think I am" she said.

"Already Mom, later when it's time, Bima will definitely get married," he said, just to please his mother.

"Find a woman who can accept the state of our family, especially your sister. I won't be able to take care of Dila forever. Someday, I'll catch up with your father." Mrs Ratih spoke with teary eyes.

"Mom already, don't talk like that. There is Bima here, Bima will always take care of Dila. If no woman wants to accept Dila, Bima better not marry at all."

"It's late, we're in." Bima took her mother into the house and drove her into the room. 

"Mother rest yes, don't think of anything else. There's Bima here. Bima will never leave Mom and Dila again." Mrs Ratih just nodded. He was very moved by his son so responsible and dear to him and his sister. Then Bima went to her room.

And without them noticing, there was a pair of eyes that were shedding tears. The atmosphere of the night was quiet, making their voices freely enter into the ears of anyone, including Dila. But I don't know, only he himself knows what his tears are for.