Lightly Longing

Suddenly Tiba Fainted

After watching with Ms. Afifah, I remembered Tama's treatment this afternoon. Sometimes I bite my inner lip. In the brain keeps repeating that thrilling memory.

Sometimes I smile to myself. Luckily, Satria has not returned. I cleaned myself up, then sat on the living room couch. It just happens to be outside in the rain.

I saw some children playing under the water droplets with their excitement. I propped up my chin to see the actions of those who nourished my soul, for some reason it could be so.

My mind floated far away, if I had been married to Tama I might have played with my son. Or maybe if the story with Satria doesn't start, we'll live happily together and other possibilities strike my heart.

Text message from Tama in. I glanced at the clock, at five in the afternoon. It's not like he should be home.

"Yes."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Em, what are you?"

"Nothing, just talking."

"Satria hasn't come home yet?"

"Yet. Where is your wife? How can I chat freely."

"Again at his mother's house."

This chat continues on to voice calls and turns into video. I'm a little embarrassed to do that, because I've never used it this way.

"Ta, tomorrow I'll wait where we first met, yeah." I nodded, I was crazy. Playing with people's husbands. Obviously, I'm aware of that. Called, pelakor.

Right, I admit it. Ever since I started this story, I've been prepared with the consequences and responsibility for everything. Whether it's a good name, my reputation is also my job as an educator.

"Ta, get to the park tomorrow, we rent a cottage, yeah. I want to restore our lost time."

"Nr ...."

I did not have time to answer, Satria suddenly came home. Not as usual who came home almost midnight. I nodded and ended the call immediately.

Blocking Tama number. Arini made a video call. I sharpened my eyes towards his house. It was seen he stood behind the curtains and nodded.

I picked up the signal he gave me. I swept the screen, answered his call.

"Why did the video call die from me earlier?"

"He uh? Oh, sorry. The network seems unstable. If so, we'll connect again tomorrow."

Satria entered without asking anything, chuck. Letting me act as I please. He walked into the room. I turned to the kitchen to prepare food.

Yesterday's fight just disappeared without any apologies from the two of us. The house is indeed quiet so it gets colder and crowded without any more communication.

I always ask her, what household is this? The answer is only then and far from hope.

I walked into the kitchen, preparing the food. The menu is the same as it was this morning. I'm tired of working, I cook pretty early in the morning. Not to mention the other homework that must be held.

Satria doesn't want to know anything about homework. All I handle, can't I go crazy at any time? Tired of the body too.

Satria came out of the bathroom after cleaning herself. On the bed as usual has all her clothes arranged. Including underwear.

He ruffled his hair with a towel, then put the original towel on the mattress. I watched his movements from the kitchen which could be clearly seen.

After that Satria out waltzing kale. I went into the room to pick up the square thing he threw away there. I took a deep breath, though sometimes grumbling.

Now I am in front of him. He looked at all the cooking this morning. Satria exhaled a rough breath.

"This is the menu this morning?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Can't you, don't feed me this again? I'm tired of eating the same thing three times a day."

"Yes, but I'm bored."

"So?"

Satria took her phone. His hands are guerrilla there. Ignore this food. I tried my hardest not to cry, though the pain in my heart was like being sliced by a sharp razor.

I take rice, spoon eat. Trying to be okay despite the bleeding and pus in my heart.

Food order from one of the applications came from outside. Satria got up straight away, headed for the fence.

"Watch a meal from the outside?"

"Hem."

I was in a position to endure the pain, released difficult. Although heavy, I swallowed one by one a grain of rice. Can't he appreciate this, just this time.

**

I put on a sage blazer complete with a knee-length umbrella model skirt, white shoes this time I wear.

I was in the teacher's room. I tie one hair by taking the right and left sides only, the rest is allowed to unravel.

"Masha Allah, the real beauty, Miss Ananta." I just smiled in response to Ms. Afifah's rant.

"Tumben put on a shirt like this, ma'am. Want a date with your husband, huh?"

"Ck! Hehe, where might my husband want to go on a date, ma'am. Five-door refrigerator just lost the cold as Bang Satria."

"Hehe, kirain equals us doang the refrigerator, ma'am. It's the same mom, yeah."

I'm just clearing my throat. Continuing activities at school. I started teaching in Beautiful class, as usual explaining and then giving assignments.

Still standing writing on the blackboard, suddenly my sight was a firefly. I forced them to continue teaching, not wanting to abandon them just because of the condition of the body that I somehow explained.

I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping everything was okay. I turned my back on the disciples and slowly opened up to continue writing.

My body began to tremble, more and more fireflies in front of my eyes. Then everything was pitch dark.

I don't hear anything anymore. What they did to my body, I felt nothing at all.

When I opened my eyes, my clothes had changed with the patient's. Beautiful, Ms. Afifah, Mr. Arbi is looking at me seriously. Their faces look at me.

The infusion hose is on my left hand. I got up leaning against the wall, Ms. Afifah was quick to help.

"Why am I brought here, Mom? Then why is everyone here?"

"You're still asking why? You've never known your illness?"

"I'm just anemic, Mom. I have no other disease."

"Anemia and acid reflux are two deadly diseases, ma'am, if you're being let go!" resolute Bu Afifah who looked angry.

"I'm fine, Mom."

"How long have I fainted, Mom? Why are you coming here, Beautiful?"

"Two hours. It's beautiful to tell us you fainted in class" replied Mr. Arbi, who was seen sitting with his hands folded in front of his chest.

"Ma-"

I'm not done saying thank you, the door of this room was opened wide by someone. All eyes were on him, his breathing sounding dull. He walked over, everyone present came out.

Satria, I don't know who told her. I sat there, lazy to look at it. A husband who is insensitive to my existence.

"You why? How bad is your condition?"