I Give My Husband to the Perakor

Always Just Him

‘’Astaghfirullah! Dik, how hot you are, Nak.’’ I grabbed Naisya's head. Makes me gasp and panic.

‘’Aibi!’’

‘’Bi! Quickly to here!’’

‘’Iya, Bu?’’ The middle-aged woman looked up at me.

‘’Naisya, Bi. Her head is hot.’’

‘’Quiet yes, Mom. Let Aunt try compress first.’’ I'm really not calm. How not, his body is so hot.

‘’Pa—Pa.’’ Makes my eyes round.

Papa's? His eyes were still closed but he called out to Deno. My son when he had a fever never called his papa. Did he miss Deno so much? O Allah. I should how?

‘’Bu, let Auntie compress,’’ said the middle-aged woman who was stepping into the room in a hurry while carrying a basin and a small towel.

When my son has a hot fever like this, the image of Mas Deno's face is also present in my mind. What's the matter? I could have remembered that guy at a crucial moment like this.

‘’Ngak, Nel. You need to focus on your child. Don't think of a jerk who doesn't know thank you.’’ I try to remind myself.

‘’Pa—Pa.’’

Makes me gasp and then switch to looking at my child just way, even though his eyes are still closed. Is it because she misses him too much that his papa makes him fever like this?

It's been repeatedly compressed by Aunty, but the heat never goes down. Now Auntie is back compressing my son.

‘’Bu, it would be nice to be taken to the hospital aja,’’ suggested the aunt who was stopping her hand compressing Naisya's head.

In my heart I also confirmed the words of Aunt Sumi. But, there's no way I can bring my son alone. If I hug him, then who's driving? Ah, is it Fani? He was already at his house and was getting better with Aunt Siska. Did I just call him?

‘’Bibi's right. But I need temen.’’ I immediately got up and grabbed the sophisticated thing located on the nightstand. I immediately pressed my best friend's contact number.

Rang..

‘’Assalamua’laikum, Nel.’’

‘’Wa—wa’alaikumsalam, Fan. Can you help me, right? Naisya is very hot. I'm taking him to the hospital. I was confused as to who would drive. If there is you, you can hold Naisya in the back. Let me just drive.’’

‘’Duuh, ma’af really before this, Nel. I'm in the hospital again. Papa no one takes care of.’’ Makes me sneak my forehead slowly. Who else would I ask for help?

‘’OK, Fan. Its nothing. I turn it off first yes.’’

‘’Ma’af really again yes, Nel.’’

‘’Iya, Fan. Its nothing. I know kok.’’ I immediately cut off the phone.

‘’Gimana, Bu?’’ I shook weakly.

‘’Fani again in hospital, Bi. The papa no one takes care of,’’ I said softly.

‘’Duh, where the heat is getting higher again, Mom,’’ said the aunt while groping Naisya's head. Makes me aghast.

‘’Aunt who hugged Naisya in the back yes. Let me drive.’’

‘’But who guards the house, Mom? Moreover, Aunty has not finished cooking for lunch.’’

‘’Nothing, Bi. We lock the house. We don't have much time.’’

‘’Let me take Naisya to the car. Aunty who locked the house.’’

I hurried to carry my son and took him outside to the garage. I slowly put him in the car and laid him down.

‘’Nelda?’’ I blinked slowly looking at the figure of the man standing in front of the iron fence that was closed.

I don't have time to serve this guy. Now what's more important is Naisya's recovery, I need to get my son to the hospital before anything untoward happens. I just fell silent, fortunately the auntie immediately arrived and approached me.

‘’Mas Reno?’’ greet aunt Sum who made me blink lazily.

‘’Iya, Bi. Auntie and Nelda where you going?’’

‘’We want to go to the hospital with Naisya, Mas Reno.’’ Made me poke the aunt's arm.

‘’Hem, uh, Mom. This is my bag left inside. You need this right?’’ The middle-aged woman showed me my backpack that I had forgotten to carry. I breath slowly.

‘’Still yes, Bi. We're leaving right now.’’ I immediately picked up the bag that the aunt was proffering from and rushed into the car without even glancing at the man.

‘’Bi? Wait a minute!’’

Made me throw the car door hard. At this crucial moment, the man could slow down my time to take Naisya to the hospital.

‘’Ma’af, Mas Reno. Aunt mau—‘’

‘’Bi, let me just. I am the one who nganarin Naisya. I can drive. No one takes care of the house. Is Auntie ready for lunch?’’

‘’Nelda! Ma’af, let me drive.’’ It made me gasp at the man who opened the car door.

‘’We don't have much time. Poor Naisya. You can curve him behind.’’

Without saying anything I hurried to change my sitting position. I hugged my daughter in the back seat. While the man named Reno was directly forwarding the four wheel. This time I can't be selfish. Most importantly now Naisya arrives at the hospital and gets treatment from the doctor. I just kept peeping my daughter's forehead in the middle of my lap. Hair kubelai.

‘’Honey, Sister must be strong. Have patience, son. In a moment we will definitely be in the hospital,’’ I said softly.

His head, made me even more anxious. My son's heat is getting higher.

‘’Ya Allah! Strengthen my son. Cure him.’’

‘’Nel, you are calm huh. Manyin did’a,’’ said the man who was focused on driving it occasionally glanced back through the rearview mirror.

I don't know why this time it made my heart calmer. What's wrong with me?

Not long ago my car arrived in front of the hospital. The man rushed down. I'm the one who's gonna open the car door and get my hands stopped. Because the man opened the car door for me first.

‘’Let me bring Naisya yes. You don't worry.’’ He hurried to take Naisya in my lap and then carried her. Makes me pensive.

‘’It turns out he's a good man,’’ I murmured softly while staring at his back that was already at me.

‘’Nelda? Come fast.’’ I realized for a moment and said Istighfar and followed the man's steps.

‘’Dok! Doctor!’’ shouted Reno who was holding Naisya. Instantly, the two women pushed the gurney and put my son on it.

‘’Please wait outside yes, Mom,’’ said as I tried to step foot in to enter that space.

I pinched my forehead and took a slow breath and exhaled. The room was closed by a woman dressed in white.

I was pacing back and forth with a feeling of anxiety.

****

Not long after that the door of the room opened.

‘’Ba—how is my son, Doc?’’

I hurried up and approached the woman standing in the doorway of the room. Followed by Reno.

‘’Alhamdulillah. Luckily Mom and Dad act fast.’’ Makes me sigh in relief.

‘’But for these two days your child should be hospitalized, so that the heat quickly drops.’’ This time I took a heavy breath. I hope my son's heat comes down fast.

‘’I recommend you to stay next to your little one. From earlier it seems like he called Mr. keep—‘’

‘’Hem, ma’af, Doc. This is not the Papa,’’ my rebuttal fast. Make the doctor and nurse blink slowly.

‘’Oke, so contact your husband as soon as possible. Because it seems like the little one misses his Papa.’’ Instantly I was surprised by it. I should how? Do I have to contact Mas Deno for Naisya? But the guy's gonna pick up the phone from me? Is he going to visit Naisya to the hospital?

*****

‘’Pa—Pa.’’

‘’Honey, there will be Mama here.’’ I kissed her tiny hand that was attached to the infusion.

‘’Adik wants Papa also here, Ma.’’

‘’Pa—Papa sister again working abroad, Babe. You can't look at sister. There will be Mama here,’’ I explained who tried to hold the circle that was about to drip.

‘’Om Reno?’’ I turned to look at Reno who was standing next to me.

‘’Iya, Dik. Quickly healed yes.’’ The man sat next to me.

‘’Om do not want to take care of my sister here? You said Mama, Papa again work abroad.’’

‘’Mau dong's. Om will always take care of Adik here.’’

‘’Ya Allah why at times like this even Reno who is always there for me and help me?’’

Nah! Nelda, it's just a coincidence. You don't easily baper and melt with Reno's attitude. I tried to remind myself. I hurried to pick up a sophisticated object in the bag, slowly I stepped to bring it out of the room. Mumpung Reno is taking my son to tell a story.

‘’This time I can't be selfish.’’ Without thinking any more I immediately punched the contact number of the man who presented the wound in my heart. Yeah, I got the man's new number from the aunt a few days ago.

Rang..

‘’Astaghfirullah? Directed? You are so damn sure. Do you really not care about your child anymore?’’

I'm sure he purposely picked up the phone from me. He knows my number, since marriage to him and until now I have not changed a new number. Except for the special new number to carry out my plan, just to contact the actor at that time.

Seriate.