Hello, Ex
Chapter 11
Salma was still busy taking care of the weakly drooping Farhan on the bed. His hands changed the towel that was on Farhan's forehead. Trying to bring down the fever that is now attacking the man.
The hour hand was already nearing the number nine, Salma also had to take care of Aundy, worried that the girl could not sleep when there was no him beside her.
The hesitation about leaving Farhan kept Salma afloat until Anton arrived in the room. In his heart hope that Aruni will soon enter and replace his current position.
"Mother!" the call made Salma turn towards the door, Aundy's face seemed to be swollen as if crying.
Salma's feelings began to worry, remembering earlier when asking Aundy into the room, her daughter looked fine.
"What's wrong?! Don't go in yet, papa Farhan again hurts—later interrupt his break." Salma tried to calm down while leading Aundy back into her room. Salma was forced to leave Farhan alone in the room.
"Mother, ta—tadi Ody wants to call Sabda's father. But, why did the man pick up Endra's father?!" aundy fought with gasping breath, his crying broke again.
"What, Ody?!" Of course Salma was surprised to hear that statement. He didn't want the man across the street to misunderstand what his daughter was doing. "you called Endra's dad?!"
Aundy nodded. "Endra's father said the same to Ody. If he misses Ody! He wants to take Ody back to Semarang."
"Keep Ody answer what?!"
"Ody, don't answer anything. Ody's afraid you're mad at Ody for running Endra's phone."
Salma hugged Aundy tightly, trying to calm her daughter down. Although knowing what Aundy did was a mistake but it was not purely Aundy's fault, for the first time Salma regretted naming the number of the Word with the name 'Former' he should have named the number 'Dad Aundy' so that his daughter would not be mistaken if she wanted to contact Sabda.
"Mother is not angry. Not angry at all." With some distress, Salma carried Aundy's body, going up to the bed.
"Endra's father also said, he said he asked Ody to be patient. He's gonna get Ody." Aundy shook his head quickly. "Ody, don't want Mommy. Ody wants to be the same mother. Ody won't go back to Semarang."
"Yes. We will always be together, no one dares to take Ody from Mother's arms." Salma patted Aundy on the back, trying to put him to sleep so that the bad thoughts were gone from his head.
Salma's only hand was using to check her phone, she checked the call history. It turns out that the new number was Endra's number. And Aundy talked to the man for 1 minute and 20 seconds.
"Ody, I promise you —if tomorrow or whenever it meets Endra's father. Ody has to wait for my mom to come first. Okay?!"
Aundy nodded in understanding. Her tiny hands hugged Salma's neck tightly. He tried hard to close his eyes, throw all bad thoughts that had crossed his head. "Mother, we're going on a plane with Sabda's father?"
Slowly Salma moved away from Aundy. Salma intends to go back into Farhan's room, examining the man. Just as the door of his room was wide open, Anton's doctor had just walked out of the man's room.
"What's Farhan's condition, Doc?" ask Salma. Aruni said, the doctor is what used to be their subscription when Astrid was still there.
"He was just exhausted, Aruni said he had finished the long journey. Maybe because of that, he's got a high fever."
It is also true what Anton said, especially considering the events of one year ago, must also be heavy to accept. Thought Salma.
"I've already given Aruni a prescription drug, let the lower clerk buy him the medicine in the pharmacy. If the fever hasn't come down yet, call again!" order the doctor before leaving the second floor.
"Okay, Doc! Thank you." Thank you." Salma escorted Anton to his car park. The man refused as Salma was about to make a cup of coffee. So, just walk away after the business is done.
When returning to the second floor, Salma intended to see Farhan's condition. However, when he arrived there the light that usually radiates from the sidelines under the door of Farhan's room already understood. So, Salma decided to go back into her room, following Aundy who was already soundly in bed.
For a moment Salma checked the message that came into her number this afternoon. "Should you name it second?!" Salma held back the laughter. "That's not important, Sal!" His mumbling cursed himself.
Not long after the message from the Word came back in. Salma was surprised, he said the man was tired and wanted to rest but why exactly invite him to chat like this. And the question is not really quality, just asking 'again what, dear!'
Salma : Again thought Ody, was wrong penget want to call you eh, even mistaken so call Si Endra.
The message was read directly by the Word, but the man did not immediately reply to the message sent by him. "Perhaps, the word sleep so not strong to type the message," he said at the end of a small laugh.
Ody's dad: Right, I said too, what?! We are getting married tomorrow. You're stupid to run away or whatever, the important thing is I want us to get married!
Salma: Basic! So the man is not very impatient. Anyone who wants to marry you. You I just gave a chance to show me your seriousness. If you rush rich gini, the effect is rich I am already pregnant with your child. I don't want to marry you yet. We are still in the stage of convincing ourselves! Get here understand mas Sabda?
No reply was sent by the Word, but Salma waited for the reply thirty minutes. But unfortunately everything was in vain, Salma just slept, tired of waiting for a reply message from her ex-husband.
The next day, Salma awoke with a throbbing head of pain. Maybe, because this morning he was coming the first month of the day, so it felt so painful. Even so, he had to stay up to open the Cinnamon coffee shop.
Arriving on the first floor, everything felt quiet. Aruni who used to wipe the table, is now even invisible.
Salma stepped out, trying to lower the chair that was outside the store. When Salma was busy with his activities, suddenly someone came and held his eyes tight. Salma was unmoved, trying to recognize the figure of a man from the scent of perfume worn.
