Just a Bond

It's Like Wanting to Die

"Why silence?" Disbelief continues to enter the heart. This question with a soft voice was really not typical of my husband.

Although surprised, I tried to show a mediocre look. Either can make Mas Farhan believe it or not. "It's okay, Mum."

"Likes?"

I nodded, then smiled thinly.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Sorry for taking you for a walk like this now.” I scratched the temple hearing that sentence. What does it mean try? I even felt the atmosphere created between us this morning was very strange. Kikuk himself.

“So, Mas Farhan want to explain what?”

I'm already impatient. If that's good news, I can't wait to be happy. But if it's bad news, I hope I'm strengthened and can accept it.

Mas Farhan looked at me fixedly and quite, making my heart even more uneasy. “I want to say ... actually ..” My eyebrows swooped, the heartbeat kept racing faster than usual. Waiting for things like this makes you sweat cold. “How about we eat first? It's been a bit of daylight.”

I sighed softly.

I feel in-PHP-in. It gets upset. Ready to wait for the answer, he said so. Like an ad. Oh gosh. Patience, Najwa.

I paused for a moment, then grabbed Mas Farhan's hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist. It turned out to be seven and a half hours past. Almost seven o'clock.

Alright. It's good to have breakfast first, so that later can stay strong to accept whatever will be explained by my beloved husband.

It turned out that Mas Farhan was taking me to a simple stall on the side of the road. He had invited me to eat in a nicer place than this. However, I refuse.

"Where do you want to eat?" That was Mas Farhan's question before we got here.

"Where, my God. The important thing is to be close and be able to eat quickly. I'm tired of being far away, too."

And no matter what demonic possession, my beloved husband obeyed what I wanted. He was so patient, not as usual. It feels like being the queen consort of the king I know, which nothing is obeyed. Alhamdulillahot.

This is where we are. We've been sitting side by side on the ground floor with cloth mats available there. The place is simple, but comfortable.

"Mas Farhan, how do you know this place?" manya curious. This is already in the Bangkalan area.

"What the hell do I not know?"

I rolled my eyeballs. "A lot of arrogance." I smothered my mouth when I realized what sentence I was saying just now. I'm very brave, yes. "Sorry, Mas. Not intentionally yet."

Duh, don't let Mas Farhan go berserk here now. Could serious.

However, my assumptions are wrong. Not angry as usual, Mas Farhan laughed softly. My eyeballs are buying. "It's okay, Najwa. Just relax." That answer kept me from believing that this man in front of me was Mas Farhan. "Obsually call it. I often eat out of town for photography trips with Kinan and Reyhan."

I took my eyes off Mas Farhan, and just nodded my head slowly. After that, it was suddenly quiet. Awkward, really.

Feeling out of topic, I looked for a diversion of awkwardness. Also while waiting for the order food to come, I quietly turned on the phone camera, then took a picture of my husband who started to focus on staring at the screen of his phone. I don't know what he saw, I don't know.

“This is the food, Ma'am, Mas.” The sound of the shopkeeper serving food in front of us diverted attention. When I turned to greet the shopkeeper, Mas Farhan turned his head.

“Thank you, Ma'am,” said Mas Farhan. The guard nodded, then nodded.

We started eating this morning with great food. I used to be a food eater of anything. Uh, don't misunderstand me. It means not choosing food. Want from a regular stall or a depot, I don't mind. But it's better to eat home-cooked food, I think.

I occasionally turned towards Mas Farhan who had not spoken at all since starting to eat. There was a sense of happiness that slipped into my heart when I could eat with her again like this. Seeing him so greedy eating breakfast in the morning, made me feel good.

As time went on, our food slowly began to run out. The taste of the food in this shop is very good. I really like it. But ... I seem to be overflowing something.

“Mbak,” called me to the shopkeeper earlier in a bit of a panic. I quickly gulped down the white water that had also been delivered in front. I once again called the guard the shop. There was no reply from the woman, I then called her again with a feeling of panic. The throat began to feel dry, while the water had run out; the nose was also like stuffy things until it was difficult to breathe.

“M-mbak!” call me again with a breath.

“Najwa, you why?”

“Mbak!” This time it was Mas Farhan who called out in a quite loud voice. “Darling, do you have a history of asthma?" ask Mas Farhan. In the growing panic, as well as a chest that continued to feel tight, I just shook my hands to signal no. I think it's just my allergies coming back, it's pretty severe anyway.

“Se-sak, Mas.” Ignoring his breakfast, Mas Farhan immediately embraced my body with his hands not yet washed.

“You are food allergic?”

I could only nod my head for a moment, then turn my head back. “Mbak! Where is this guy?” mas Farhan shouted starting to sound frustrated. "Why do you usually have allergies?"

“Ma-mas Re-za's. Bi .. ay—”

“What did you say? I don't understand.”

Oh, my God, my. You don't know if I want to die.

I tried to take a lot of breaths through my mouth to help with breathing, but it was a bit difficult. Throat getting choked, chest tightness, nose stuffy.

“Yes Allah, Mas. Wife why?” The children who were called since then only showed the nose.

“What's the menu, Ma'am? My wife seems allergic.”

“Custom really, Mas. Vegetable oseng and chicken---”

“A—ku a .. gi chicken, Mas. Tel ... Mas Re ...”

Oh, my God, Mas Farhan Lola is very, very. He's like a dazed man I told you to call Mas Reza.

Grap one hand, then bring it closer to the ear to signal the phone. “Mas Reza.” After saying that, I got more claustrophobic.

Maybe already understand my point, he then asked the guard to change his position to embrace me.

“Mas, if Najwa has allergies flanked?” I heard Mas Farhan's voice was very panicked. “Ah, healthcare. Yes.”

Mas Farhan was already preparing to carry me to the car, but suddenly I was where my second brother came with a panicked look. He instantly got rid of Mas Farhan by telling him to stay away from me, then carrying me to his car.

***

The world that was about to end because I had trouble breathing, slowly improved. I, who was like I was trapped in such a dense darkness, slowly found a glimmer of light to come out of it. The breath that continued to shorten and riled, as it was about to end, slowly gusted lightly. Dozens of loads that had hit the chest to make the tightness immeasurable, now scram. What pleasure will I lie about?

Luckily he still allowed me to breathe air for a longer time because after getting treatment from the nearest health center from the stall, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Oh God, if you remember the situation like that, I feel like I can't hope for anything anymore. What appeared before his eyes was death. How I will not be grateful, every day can freely breathe without having to use the help of an oxygen hose or any assistive device.

Praise be to You, Lord. Thank ye.

I stared at the ceiling of the examination room at this puskesmas for a while, then turned to the left and right sides. The doctor who handled me is gone, and he allowed me to rest for a while here.

Feeling good enough, I intend to go home and rest at home. However, I did not find the whereabouts of the two beloved men who brought me here.

“Why can this be?” I faintly heard Mas Reza's voice outside the examination hall.

***

Not a strong update until tomorrow. Hixes. Read your comments, feel hung up clothesline, make me snatch to miss the update. Ha-has. Uh, no. I'll try to finish this script, all right. Pray soon.

What do you want to say to Mas Farhan? Comment, kuy. Don't forget to leave a trace. Sorry, yes. You can't reply to one of your comments. But thank you very much. I read all his comments. Just another lieur to reply to one.🙈 Thank you very much anyway.

Sweet greetings from me.

Sunday, 12 September 2021