LOCKDOWN A Love And Covid - 19

The arrival of Tiara

Days keep rolling, time drags slowly but day after day begins to change.

Hours, minutes, seconds can topple the sun and the moon takes over its position in the vast sky.

The afternoon passed, with food in the refrigerator, and grandmother and mother who were willing to go down the mountain accompanied me in the large housing of my brother who turned his back on the beach sigandu.

I breathed heavily over and over again. The tightness of my chest the next time I had to lose a trace of my husband. After all my numbers are interrogated every day, but the results are not what I want. They always answer with the words "don't know, I haven't seen you again." and the like. I was hoping he would call me again with a new number. My mind is almost empty again. Wanting to do something but never sure what to do to keep trying. Two weeks I stayed at my sister's house, and every two days my mom would swipe at me. I saw a big wall clock stuck on the wall showing at 08:30. I looked down again at my phone that was still silent, I distinguished message notifications and news notifications. In order to no longer flower when a note roars from my phone, then when I open it turns out who is not who. Just a weak battery notification asking to be charged just like my stomach.

I lazily drag my feet into the kitchen, open the food and vegetable stock in the refrigerator and then serve it in the form of side dishes. Important number stuck in front of my brother's refrigerator, more precisely the number of food numbers. Many see, there is Rocket Chiken, Quick Chiken, Sop Iga, Next Rice, Catering Bu Nurul, Happy Fruit Ice, Meeby Kitchen. I just scrunched my eyebrows next door after reading everything, none of which aroused my hunger to squeeze the number plastered to send food to this house. I finished my very late breakfast.

While waiting for the sound of the phone ringing, my steps walked to and fro erratically. I took a broom and began to dribble the fine dust dust that was stuck to the floor, washing off the two dishes I had just put on, and my dinner plate.

After I saw all the neat spots, I was even more confused. What I'd better do. My wish for two weeks here was to hear his voice, tell him to go to the airport and I'll pick him up at the airport to bring him here. But there was not a single sign of Firhan trying to call me again. After thinking dozens of times, I decided to tell my mother. I prepared my heart for all the bad possibilities that would happen if I told her and said that Firhan had not yet arrived in Java with me. I undo the intention, drowning unable to imagine if it happened.

Now it's here alone

Looking for you doesn't know where

Ifan Seventeen song becomes the best moment alone, or maybe a virzha song titled about longing..?

I got up from the sofa standing next to the big glass to see more clearly the panorama of the beach that looks blue from the second floor.

The roar of the waves on the sand is almost inaudible blocked by the distance that stretches. It seems I have to go back home, there is no other choice I can make right now but to wait.

Every prayer I pray, asking that he remain and always be well. With the news he sent me through the new number I missed. I smile with a forced, rather than crying and folding a grim face it is better to cry with a smile.

A buzzing sound emerged from the bottom floor. The crowd started to sound as the voices of the two little boys of the owner of the house shouted loudly while laughing echoed. Their steps drew near and there was a new voice. Not only was there my mother and sister, but my father also came, and also the girl with the skin of a mature sapodilla, a smile revealed her neat teeth, she looked perfect with a green hijab that covered her curly hair. His steps ran a little run up to me, I got up from the sofa, with a sense of awe, longing, shock and also asked questions.

"Tiaraaaa.." I hugged his body which began to contain.

"Oh Allah's brother. Now it's just a skinny sister." he commented to me. My curiosity surged when I saw my family's face was not as cheerful as when they swiped at me the other day, let alone my father. He should have greeted me or asked about the condition of his future granddaughter who I was carrying. But everyone fell silent, standing at the end of the stairs while talking for nothing. I focused more on the mouth of Tiara who still told me about her first trip by plane to Yogya.

"what brought you here Tiara..?" I asked impatiently, suddenly a very unexpected expression appeared. Tiara forced her smile. He is more mature now, from his aura he seems now more at peace with his memory of the pills. But it was like carrying something I couldn't guess. Trying to string together to connect into a storyline never works. We are the same as exchanging pity. He was confused as to where he was going to say and I was confused as to what news he brought.

Tiara took a deep breath as if inside her lungs there were not many air stocks.

"sister, there's a lot of things I've been through in Jakarta" he said as a prelude, but I'm sure that's not the point. I could feel something else was taking him to me. One thing that makes me not want to tele-tele.

"about Firhan..?" as heavy as saying the name before he continued his opening. I saw his eyes bowed staring at the granite floor below his tightly closed knees. He thought hard like a suspect who was found guilty, only needed to explain the storyline but it was very difficult.

"why..?" force me on him, I know my tone is not relaxed anymore. My attitude reflects as if I were a detective interrogating a suspect. Tiara closed in on my words, I sighed.

"sister's husband met me, he lived at uncle's house, I asked uncle to pick up brother's husband who always sleeps in the airport mosque."

I digested sentence after sentence that was fast and caught by my ears, I panicked, I was scared and I didn't understand everything.

"can you explain it to me, Tiara..? L'm.. I don't get it." my tone choked, my eyes glazed over, everyone at the end of the stairs started to mediate.

Tiara sighed, she turned her gaze looking for the exact word it seemed. Tiara spoke with heart as she began to tell stories. A story that my brain cannot accept.

"at that time I met one of my friends who was traveling from Makassar to Lampung, coincidentally the plane he was traveling on was transiting at the Jakarta airport. I cross paths with Brother Firhan, brother's husband. At first I was doubtful, I was very doubtful. Because I knew that my sister would pick up my sister's husband at the airport when I ordered my bouquet. I reassured him once more and it turned out to be true. I've seen it once at my sister's wedding and some photos that my sister posted on Instagram I likened to her face. And indeed she is Firhan's sister's husband. Brother Firhan refused to stay at my place, I'm sure he was afraid if there was only me at home. I finally told my uncle to persuade him. Two days later, he stayed home and fell ill. My uncle and I really don't know why. His fever was high, he also admitted that his breathing was tight. Uncle took Firhan's brother to the hospital, and we're not allowed to take him. To be careful, the hospital did a rapid test, because symptoms of Covid-19 symptoms began to appear from Firhan and the results of positive sister husband Covid-19. My uncle and I have been in isolation for the last two weeks, which is why I just got here.. Sorry sis.. "

I shook my head slowly, my brother sitting next to me seemed very far away, as far as my eyes looked at the endless high seas, my bones were limp, my breath suddenly tight and I was dazed for a moment.

There is a deep destruction that I feel right now. There was a very wide pain filling my chest, this pain was more than the alcoholic liquid that was dripping on the gaping wound. My tears welled up, I repeatedly felt my brother shaking my body, the sound of voices getting crowded, my eyes blurred and felt my body squeezing into my brother's lap. Sayup but very crowded I hear the sound of panic. My father took me in his arms, my brother proposed to take me to his clinic. I tried to open my eyes, the glare of the sun had risen and I was closed, no longer hearing anything.

"we wait a few hours, he fainted from shock." my brother's voice bounced off, I heard the whispering of people around the place I was lying. The sound of the humidifier and the aroma that burst into my lungs, I realized maybe now I am in the hospital.

I opened my eyes heavily, I saw my brother was carrying a familiar device, a fetal heartbeat detector. We all looked up, wanted to see his condition.

The beat and rhythm seemed to be spirit when my slump was within the maximum limit. My fetus is normal, I breathed a long breath with a feeling of relief but lying. I looked one by one at the face around me, there was my father, mother, grandmother and brother.

"where is Tiara." I panicked, worried that he would leave me here.

"Tiara's outside." replied my mother..

I asked Tiara to come by my side. He took a long step closer to his body on the bed I was laying on.

"thank you Tiara for meeting and helping my husband." I said hard, my heart hurts more. There were shreds and severe injuries inside my chest cavity. There is regret mixed with patience. Tiara gave her a white envelope which she took from her bag.

I grabbed the paper and I saw Firhan Avecenna's name written in beautiful straight letters..

"repeatedly Brother Firhan borrowed my HP but, there is no history of anything. He always looked at my HP. I'm sure he wants to call brother."

I'm looking at my tears.

Tiara's arrival broke my heart, I was dazed for her.

The arrival of Tiara suddenly turned out to bring bad news not news.