Hello, Ex

Chapter 58

SABDA decided to go home alone to Semarang. Salma pregnancy has entered the age of eight months. In addition, he was obliged to comply with a ban from doctors that prevented his wife from traveling out of town. Although, the woman wanted to come along because she was worried about her father's condition.

And soon travel will pick up Sabda, take him to Banjarmasin.

"Ody, take care of mom. For a while do not be reckless, then go to school with Keanu first. I've entrusted you to Keanu's papa." Aundy's words of warning, hoping that her daughter will understand the situation.

Inevitably, again he had to trouble the neighbors considering the condition of Salma who would not be possible to ride a motorcycle by piggybacking Aundy at the back.

"Dad's not long, is it?" asked Aundy, his face since this morning looks sad after hearing the news if the grandfather entered the hospital.

"No. At the most one Week!" Word ended his conversation with Aundy, peeping in love with her little daughter. He stepped before Salma.

"I'm going, yeah, Yang!" He shrieked Salma's body.

"Ati-ati. Gotta keep telling me.— I'll think of you all the time if you don't tell me." Salma said shrewdly. "And you know, Brandon and I can stress your way in there." Salma explained, fearing that the Word will be difficult to contact while in Semarang.

"Ready, Honey .. You too! You should always tell me! If bad Brandon tells me, let me not bring toys. All those clothes I love Aruni's son."

Salma chuckled softly, Yes Aruni did give birth last month to her son, and now she is living her life with Alvian. Salma then returned the embrace of Sabda. Foolish with Linda who watches them make out, Salma is actually provoked to want more friendly again, let her be jealous. "Dragon's eat, don't get drunk on the trip! I love you, Mas." Salma ends it with a brief kiss, whatever Linda says, she's the wife of the SAH!

"Love you more, dear."

While Aundy stared lazily at the behavior of his parents. Such a scene is not uncommon anymore he met. And he could feel how much love his father had for his mother. He was determined, one day he would look for a man who could always love him, like the father who loved mother Salma so much.

Word then crouched down, aligning his face in front of Salma's distended belly. "Don't go out yet, Brand! You have to wait for Dad to come home!"

"Ih, say his name is Brandon kok wayl, anyway! Brand, brand! He's not a bear Brand, Mas Sabda!"

"Mishe himself gave a difficult name. I've been calling Bagas for a long time!"

"Ih—it's there!" Salma slightly expelled the faithful Word standing in front of her stomach. "Brandon Baghaskara's. That gun! Not Bagas!"

The word just obeyed, then hugged Salma's waist tightly, as if to know what her son was doing in there.

Until they parted, the new Word moved away from Salma. The man quickly entered the travel car, leaving his son and wife for a while.

The Word travels at night. But still, the flight to Semarang is done in the morning. And at exactly ten o'clock in the morning the plane that was boarded by Sabda managed to land at Ahmad Yani airport.

The Word does not forget the message of Salma who asked him to always give news. As at this time, when the plane successfully landed, he was immediately busy calling his wife to inform if he was going to leave for the hospital.

"Be careful, Mom. Say hello to Ageng's father."

"Surely." Sabda then closed, in order to focus on finding a taxi that could take him to the hospital.

It took him thirty minutes to get to Jatisari Hospital. His arrival was immediately greeted by sobs that came out of the mouth of Bu Habibah. The woman hugged the body of the Word tightly, shedding the worries that had been plaguing her since last night.

One year more than not met directly with the mother, Sabda felt her mother's body was much thinner. "What's going on? Why did you have a heart attack, Mom!" Word slightly loosened his embrace, he looked at the clingy mother in search of answers to the whack of curiosity.

The woman was still crying, it was getting clearer and clearer. The word immediately led him towards the waiting chair. "Mother sit here first! I have to meet dad. I'd like to talk to you first, Mom."

Bu Habibah shook his head, his hand quickly holding the arm of the Word. "Saturday! Sit here, mother, I need you. I don't want to be away from you, Da! You're the only one I'd expect to be here right now!"

"But the word also wants to see you, Mom! So please understand, just pause! After that the Word will accompany mother."

"Saturday! Your father could not be found. He hasn't been conscious until this second." Mrs Habibah explained full of emotion.

Sabda's body immediately limp, he sat back down and lowered his head, then restored his hair while pulling it firmly. "What's going on? My dad never told me he had heart disease!" Word closed his eyes, he tried to hold back his explosive emotions he wanted to express.

"Sabda, the other day there was a debt taker. Two men came to the house. Said that the money your father borrowed was due, and he had to return the loan with interest. If not, they'll confiscate your father's house!" Mrs Habibah is back sobbing. "Sabda, honestly I never knew that your father was in debt! I never knew that your father's rice shop was in trouble and he was having trouble. So I feel stupid for not knowing anything here. Yesterday afternoon, I urged your father to tell me everything. After knowing everything, Mother told him, if you were married to Arif, maybe your fate would not be like this. I told your father that I regret marrying him! My mother had wrongly decided to marry him. Word is, I don't know anything, Da! Your father never told me anything about the money and now I'm taking it! Mom's shock! I was carried away by emotions!"

"Why can you say it's the same dad!" Word protest. "The ugliest of dadshe's always there when mom's sad, Mom! As ugly as father he always wanted to be the best husband for mom. And as bad as dad is, he doesn't want me to come think about his problems. I love mom very much. I don't know how much I love my mom! But, the mother still keeps the taste of each other. Even that man already had children and his son was the wife of the Word, Mom!"

Mrs Habibah was crying. There were some people who were directly focused on staring at the two of them. Precisely looking suspiciously at the Word who is thought to have committed a crime. "I'm sorry, I don't know that, son. Mom's sorry. Mom's sorry. I promise I'll fix it, I promise I'll apologize to your father."

The word so join the tears to hear the words of regret of the mother. But, according to him, the regret of the mother will have no meaning. Because now the father is lying weak on the bed. He wished the father a long life, so that he could witness the happiness of both of them.

"How much do you owe me, Mom? Do not let the house be confiscated. I have many memories of my father there. As much as possible, the Word will defend the house."

To be honest, Sabda doesn't have that kind of money. But he will try to cover the father's debt so that the house is not confiscated by the debt collector. Throughout his life, Sabda did not want to engage a receivables, and this was the first time he had to face off.

"Mother Habibah!" A nurse exclaimed, then told if Mr. Ageng could be found.

Sabda and Bu Habibah looked relieved. They stepped closer to the nurse.

"Take care of it! Don't let the patient stress!" the nurse ordered before leaving them both.

Sabda brought his mother into the room Mr. Ageng. When his foot made it in, Sabda could only catch the forced smile of the old man who was now lying on the bed. Looks like a guy wants to talk—but seems to be having a hard time.

Sabda grasped the hand of Mr. Ageng, as if letting the man pacify the pacifier depleted his energy. "Dad, Sabda rumah—Sabda wants to pick up dad. We are going to Tabalong to await the birth of the second child of the Word. So, I need to get well! Poor Ody and Salma are waiting for you to come." The word chuckles small. "Salma can cook, Dad! The cooking is so good, I'd love it." When he was married to Salma in his first marriage, he often told his father. And now, he was like repeating what they had talked about first. Since childhood, the Word has been closer to the father than the mother.

Hearing that Mr. Ageng could only smile knots. "Sorry dad, Da!" Mr. Ageng said in a hoarse and soft voice. "I'm sorry I can't leave anything for you and Ody. I left you a debt. But trust me, I love you guys so much. I want to see you happy with your little family."

The word crunched slowly. "Dad, don't think about it. The word wants you to heal first! Then we go for a walk!" The word smiled obliquely. "Say I want to get on a plane."

"Sabda's tired of being here. I just want to go home, Da! I want to open a rice shop again, then work hard so I can pay off my debts. Let you not be miserable thinking about it either."

"Mas Ageng, why say that? I'm sure Word can pay off your debt. He'll take care of our rice shop. You need to get well first! you still want to eat my cooking, right? I promise I'll prepare some good cooking for you. I will also serve you as a good wife. As you wish."

The smile of Mr. Ageng is getting wider. He seemed to be embracing happiness many times over. "I'm glad to hear it, Ibah ...." He responded with a heavy voice. "I'm sorry I can't make you happy. I'm sorry that I haven't made you forget all your first love. Sorry if the presence of the Word makes you burdened and always blames me. But to be honest, I'm actually relieved. I'm so happy to see you two here. You guys gotta get along. This year, I thought hard to bring the two of you together, reconcile you. If my departure can make you guys back to greet, I'm sincere, and I can think calmly." Mr. Ageng looked at Bu Habibah deeper and deeper. "Salma good boy, Ibah—she doesn't deserve any harsh treatment from you. Arif, Deva, she managed to educate Salma into a strong, resilient woman. So that's enough, don't hurt him again, it's the same you hurt the Word. My advice, you'd better accept him as our daughter-in-law. I'm sure you'll feel the happiness they feel."

Slowly the head of Mr. Ageng turned towards the Word. "Sabda— you must be a good father to your children! You must also be a good husband to Salma. Don't be like dad!"

"Dad was a good father for the Word. So don't say it like that, Dad!"

"Don't stay in Salma again for your mother's sake. Or your life will be ruined. I'm happy to see you happy, and I'm happy to see your mother here. I'm sincere that God calls me home."

"Dad!"

"Mas!"

Both are shouting loudly. As if I do not like the words of Mr. Ageng that sound so sad.

Mr. Ageng just chuckled softly. "Sabda, you go home, must be tired. You can rest at home. Later when you come back here, get a white holster in your closet. It's on the bottom shelf itself. Later when Azhar prayer you become the father's priest! I want to pray with you."

"Yes, just keep the Word coming home, Dad. All lunch, because from yesterday the Word has not eaten."

"Go home, Da! Let me take care of your father. I'm sorry I haven't cooked, but I promised you after I got out of the hospital. I'll cook for you."

"Yes, the Word will wait for that time, ma'am." Word then said goodbye to Mr. Arif, he was preparing to leave the room. Let your mom and dad be there.

After the death of Pak Ageng's Word staring at Bu Habibah fixed. There are only two of them in the ICU. "You're more beautiful this way."

"Mas Ageng can, I'm old, Mas! What do you want me to get, Mas? Want to eat, let me bribe you!"

"No. Just sit! Please massage my legs, it feels numb and stiff maybe because I have been sleeping for a long time!" Ask Mr. Ageng in a weak voice. Ms. Habibah did not refuse to do what her husband asked her to do.

His hand movements were so gentle, as if rewinding his memories in the past that he had never done this.

"That's one room, yeah! You tell dong, Bah! let me hear your voice!" Ask Mr. Ageng.

Bu Habibah also began to make a sound, as if twisting his memories with Pak Ageng in the past. Tells of their happiness when the Word was born into the world. The moment when Pak Ageng waited for the time she gave birth in the delivery room, there was laughter and a sense of haru when Bu Habibah told him that. Until without Bu Habibah realizing, Pak Ageng breathed his last.

"Sabda gave me your name, didn't she? I wanted to give him the name Arif. I'm lucky to be with you." Bu Habibah giggled. Then look towards Mr. Ageng. "Have you slept? How much is it?" The layman Bu Habibah only realized when he saw the ECG machine displaying a straight line.

The nurse who heard the voice came and asked him to go away. Up to fifteen minutes of waiting outside the news of grief arrived at the hearing of Bu Habibah.

"Sir Ageng just left, Mom! A sincere mother ...."

Cries were heard in the air in the front hallway of the ICU room. Ms. Habibah seemed to have not sincerely accepted the fact that if her husband was gone, her body suddenly suffocated. He had not had time to pray together, he had not had time to prepare a meal for Ageng. Why did her husband leave so soon. He passed out many times, and was helped by nurses.

Elsewhere, the new Word, searching for the presence of the father's white sheath, froze at the sight of the man gone.

After the closed call, he immediately struck firmly the high wall in front of him. Had he known that the father would be gone forever, he would not have left the room, he would have waited until the time had come. And now she could only cry in her father's room.