LOCKDOWN A Love And Covid - 19

bad news in March

"honey, you remember my story about the coronavirus that first appeared in Wuhan in late 2019..?" ask my husband across the phone.

The world does not always put us at the top, sometimes we have to be at the bottom to feel the bitter and narrow world. One of the things that keeps us in the top position is that when we are happy, we can laugh, and smile off without constraint, everything we hope to become a reality. And one thing that makes us feel downstairs. That is, when the world is not on our side, the plan that we neatly put together does not happen as it should. And bad news, one of them. It can make us feel miserable and unable to think clearly. That's when we realize that life needs a struggle, not as smooth as the toll road that is built to accelerate the speed of the vehicle. Sometimes there is crying and sometimes there is laughter.

Day after day passed so quickly, I only found a warm sun greeting me from the eastern horizon arrived one day exceeded by a goodbye twilight that wanted to replace the night.

It's not like I don't miss

It's just that the universe will be tired of hearing this longing complaint to you

My desire to meet you

But fate said to me calmly

Be patient, do not count the days so that everything feels short.

I do activities that are not solid, starting in February, my fingers spread and I close one by one as my mouth along with talking numbers.

I've been here 18 days. Not expecting, I settled down so soon. It felt like just yesterday crying and sobbing wanted to go home, but after I lived it all felt short.

There was no Firhan in my life for 18 days to go by, no breakfast for him, tie his necktie as he left for the office, no light peck on my forehead, never again did I kiss the back of his hand solemnly, after he went to work I clean the house, soaking with roses in the bathtub for 15 minutes, after everything was done I spent time in front of my laptop which was lying actively behind a wide glass window as if in front of me there was a living painting of the city of Medan. then in the afternoon after the ashar prayer he came home with my favorite durian pancake.

For my 18 days here, there was no face I could freely touch when I wanted to.

I miss.

The phone rang, the video call whatsaap connected with an ever-smiling face comforted me from her phone.

"hai zheyeenk.." said sumringah inspired words from Lucinta Luna in one of his caption on Instagram, heard my voice as soon as Firhan laughed loosely, his dimples looked deep if he laughed widely like this. Makes it look sweet.

"oooh hai hai." her hand waved

"what else..?" much

"again relaxed yank." he replied, I saw his face seemed to think, he was remembering what he was going to say.

"honey, you remember my story about the coronavirus that first appeared in Wuhan in late 2019..?" ask my husband across the phone.

"remember, why..?"

"i'm honestly a little worried you went to Java. This morning President Jokowi officially announced, he said there were two Indonesians who had been exposed to the Corona. I'm sure it's gonna be a plague."

Deg, my heart seems to stop beating when Firhan says Corona entered the homeland of Indonesia. I did not imagine that the things I witnessed in the Bamboo Country would happen in Indonesia.

"There have been two people who have been positive for the coronavirus, in Depok to be exact." continued my husband.

"innalilahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun's. Qadarallah wa maa shaa'a fa'ala." I heard bad news today.

"what date is it now..?"

"now March 2, 2020."

"i'll book a ticket home. Can you pick me up..?"

"honey.. I'm not home right now. I was in Aceh. There's a friend of mine who got married I forgot to tell you last night. I'm sorry ya."

"oows. Why so suddenly..?" just disappointed

"okkai.. Promise yes. I'll pick you up at the airport myself, you can't ban me." I said sewot

"iyya may, I take a flight at morning of the 5th and the plane will transit for 5 hours in Jakarta. So arriving in Yogyakarta is likely at 4 pm." he explained

"okkay, dear yuk stopped by Malioboro. Culinary night's rame there..."

"mistress, yes, yes, that's looking at the bride and groom are ready for a sacred contest."

Firhan showed me a pair of brides-to-be, I nudged him to hang up the phone that was still connected to me.

My heart is still not calm. Corona is spreading very quickly in Wuhan and will certainly happen in Indonesia.

God, I don't want this

I hope there is no major contagion in this country

Almost my tears were dripping.

Just imagine not being able to. A virus that spreads if many people swarm. Therefore most of Wuhan region started to lock down their city so that not many people gathered and crowded. Because we do not know who around us who carries the virus. It could be that if he has strong immunity, he only carries the virus, then if his opponent has weak immunity, he will be the victim, he said, corona virus is transmitted more quickly if someone coughs or sneezes then we are exposed to the gusts of air, or even saliva. The virus can survive for several hours in certain objects. Therefore, in order not to stick to the limbs, the medical team handling this case must use a Personal Protective Equipment or PPE so as not to be infected.

My memory is clear considering my brother, Nur Hanifah. She's a nurse at one of the private hospitals where grandma lives.

My thoughts drifted to her, not to mention I had to tell dad in order to anticipate the transmission of the coronavirus. At least you should wear a mask more often when working, and diligently wash your hands with soap.

I got up from the sofa in the room, opened the door wide, with a long foot movement I immediately met the mother who was busy taking care of her tiny cactus in the park.

Mom saw me astonished.

"i beg you not to go out of the house." I asked arrived, my mother and also Lastri pak Parman's wife also turned to me.

"why..?" ask mom and mom Lastri almost at the same time. I sat next to my mother explaining the bad news coming from Depok. Because the transmission of this virus is very fast.

"oooh coro coro is mbak, which is on tv from China..?" mbok Lastri tried to guess, seriously he noticed me and stopped his sweeping activity.

"iyya is right."

"try calling me, maybe I already know this..?" hearing my instructions, my mother took her cell phone in the living room. Lastri and I are waiting for my dad's decision.

"said your father, Iyya we're home first. Later if indeed in the next month the spread of this virus shot up to this city, we go home to Batang ya."

Saying after chatting with dad.

"dad told your mother to come home this weekend" she continued

"easily mas Firhan fast here yes mbak yasmin.." said mbok Lastri iba while stroking my shoulder. I smiled and nodded.

"I'm going to the airport for 3 days, Firhan asked me to come and get him."

"alhamdulillah, glad mother shits, you will not be moody again."

I hope so, I no longer want to cry and spend tears. Everyone must have felt a long distance relationship, LDR. And they were left behind by their husbands because they were forced to work. While me? I should be more grateful, there are still many people who separated from her husband for many years. I'm just a matter of days.

I am able to be patient without limits.