
‘’Kalo Allah other wills how, Ma?’’ I answered my mother's words immediately.
Even though I was so afraid if it was discovered by my mother the problems that befell my household. On the other hand I could not bear to lie to my two in-laws, they were very kind and considered me as his biological child. How long will I lie to them? How long will I cover all this?
Mama was surprised to hear my words and immediately put down the porridge that I thought was still left.
I slowly grabbed the glass filled with water, I haven't drunk it at all. I gulped and put it back, but my mother grabbed it from my hand because she knew I had trouble putting it because my hand was still attached to the infusion and the wound was not healed, she put it on the little table.
‘’What do you say, Nel?’’ he still looked at me with astonishment.
‘’Y-ya, I mean in the household there must be a problem—’’ I said with stammering.
‘’Your household and Deno, that means?’’ ask my in-laws who don't understand where I'm going. I just nodded slowly.
Makes the woman I called ‘’mama’’ seem to be sighing heavily.
‘’Kalo about it, Mama first already experienced. But it depends on both of you how to deal with the problem how.’’
‘’Emang y'all got what problem?’’ Sontak made my tongue mute.
What do I have to answer? On one hand, I want to be honest. A cold sweat the size of a corn seed began to drip down my face. Mom's phone rings in her bag. He rushed to grab the flat object, making me feel relieved.
‘’Assalamua’alaikum, Deno!’’
God, it seems he called my mom. What's he calling mom? Did he know I was in an accident and went to the hospital? No, there's no way she still cares about me. Uhh! Why am I still thinking about that traitor? Whether I care or not, it's none of my business.
‘’…’’
‘’Iya, Mama at the hospital accompanies Nelda. Where are you?’’
‘’….’’
‘’In the office? You choose work from your own wife?’’
‘’….’’
‘’Mom don't want to know, tomorrow morning you have to come here!’’ looks like mom has ended the phone unilaterally, it's a sign that mom is already very upset.
O Allah, how can he accompany me here let alone we have quarreled and the affair I have known which he closed tightly all this time. There I'd be more ill if he were here.
‘’Ma!’’ call me then carefully.
‘’Iya, Nel?’’ his hand stopped when he put the flat object into his bag.
‘’Mas Deno yes, Ma?’’
‘’Iya, your husband. Make Mama ride blood talk to him, when he says if he is also tomorrow overtime,’’ ketus mama with a down-tone.
I just sighed heavily,’’I'm fine here alone, Ma. There will also be a nurse who guards,’’ sahutku slowly.
‘’Not so, Nel. It's your husband's responsibility to take care of you.’’
‘’Kalo he is here that makes me more dizzy, Ma.’’ I made up.
I just fell silent and thought about how I could tell my mother the truth, let alone the man trying to cover her from the woman who gave birth to her. I took a breath and threw it away, I did it three times. Mama seemed busy fiddling with that flat object. Yeah, I have to be honest and I don't want to cover it up anymore.
‘’Bismillah, I don't want this to go on,’’ I said deeply.
‘’Ma!’’ call me with a heart that's starting to beat great.
‘’Iya, Nel.’’ his eyes are still focused on staring at the flat object screen.
‘’I want to talk to something Mama,’’.
‘’Eh, Mama has to go home, Nel. This is Mama's neighbor telling her to go home, she said your Papa's disease relapsed again.’’ Allah! When I want to be honest, there's something in the way. Mama seemed to have risen.
‘’Ma’af yes, next time we talk. You if there is anything just contact Mama, okay?’’
I just nodded slowly,’’Be careful, Ma.’’
Mama looked panicked and hurried to step outside from my nursing room. Because of the panic mama did not have time to hug and kiss my forehead, it is a common thing done by mama. Instantly I sighed while stroking my chest. May my father be well there, even if they are still my in-laws now. My mom and dad were so good to me.
Remembering me when I was pregnant with Naisya, whatever my cravings he bought and tried to be there for me. Then when Naisya was born, the bothered mom helped me take care of Naisya until my stitches healed.
‘’Ya Allah, why when I want to be honest even there is something that inhibits?’’
Or is this not the right time for me to tell the truth? My head came back suddenly dizzy. Oh God! Why me? Is it because I have too much thought?
‘’Nel, are you okay?’’ the sound made me surprised.
‘’Ka—kamu? Since when are you here?’’ tanyaku.
‘’Not you were home?’’ my search.
‘’Iya, I was home. And remember you're alone here. That's why I'm back again.’’
‘’You don't worry. I just just help you aja kok,’’ he added later.
‘’Still much earlier. Ta—tapi—‘’
‘’You definitely haven't eaten yet, huh? I bought you dinner first.’’ I haven't had time to talk he immediately rushed outside and covered the door.
God, I wanted to tell you that I already have a husband. So that he wouldn't expect more from me. And fearing it even became slander, however my status is still as his wife mas Deno. I rubbed my face many times. I was relieved that the man was ready to go home, I thought he wouldn't be here anymore. It turns out that he even returned here, fortunately did not meet with mama in this room.
The door creaked immediately.
‘’Udah eat right, Bu?’’ ask the woman in uniform kindly. I nodded with a nod.
‘’Alhamdulillah if that, Bu.’’ he seemed to step towards me, in his hand there is a checking tool.
‘’I was told by Mom's husband to check on Mom.’’ made me surprised.
‘’Suami?’’ ulaku's back.
‘’Iya, who just came out of here was Mom's husband right?’’ Athaghfirullah! So Reno means this doctor.
‘’Dok, she is not my husband,’’ my rebuttal slowly.
‘’Eh, isn't it, Mom? I think husband and wife,’’ he said while laughing, his hands are still busy checking me.
‘’Trus husband Mom where? Why didn't he accompany Mom here?’’ I let out a huffed breath. I just fell silent.
‘’Assalamua’alaikum!’’
‘’Wa’alaikumussalam!’’ the woman in uniform answered.
‘’Eh, there's Mr Deno.’’
The man seemed to smile until he looked dimples,’’How are Nelda, Doc?’’ tanyanya who stepped towards me and in her hand was carrying something.
‘’Alhamdulillah has improved a lot, sir. It's just that his head and hand injuries haven't improved so much,’’ was clearly the woman in the white uniform.
‘’Alhamdulillah.’’
‘’But try not to think much first huh, Bu?’’ I just nodded slowly.
‘’Ya. I say goodbye first, there are other patients I have to deal with!’’ her maid who hung the examination kit to her neck and hurried to step outside of the room.
‘’Iya, Doc. Thanks yes, Doc,’’ Deno said to me.
‘’You should be horrified what the Doctor said,’’ said as he nodded in the chair adjacent to the bed I occupied. How does he care so much about me? We just met, not a day.
I just fell silent, looking at him who was opening the plastic he had been carrying since. What turns out is rice and drinking water. Do not forget also plates, cups and spoons out of nowhere get it
‘’It was for whom, Ren?’’
‘’For you, for whom else?’’ his hands were busy preparing him.
‘’I've eaten porridge.’’
‘’Ngak, Nel. Porridge is not enough, especially if you do not like porridge.’’
Actually I don't like porridge. But how else, the average patient food here is just porridge. Where would I know if I didn't like porridge? Oh yes, on sosmed instagram I once posted my favorite food and favorite food mas Deno which is inversely proportional to me.
There I said, that I don't like porridge. My husband likes porridge. Is he also one of my followers? Then she already knew that I had a husband, but why would she still treat me like this? What is the intention behind all this?
‘’Ren, ma’af before. I already have a husband,’’ I said slowly.
‘’You still keep a guy like him? You deserve to be happy too, Nel.’’
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