
The two traitors stopped their eating. Staring at us.
I pretended to be ignorant and didn't know them.
" Papi ain't papa?" Ask slowly.
" No, but it's like it's bleeding, Dit."
Papi ducked down to look at his feet.
" Right Dit, bleed." Papi.
" Let's treat it at home, pi." Fast Sahutku. I immediately picked up the motor beside mami and mas Dani.
" Sailor..."
My name was called by someone. Papi turned, looking for the origin of the voice. And I'm sure one hundred percent, papi hasn't forgotten the origin of the sound.
" Adita.." The voice was getting closer to me. Either because I miss, I stand glued, my legs like heavy to step.
" Mommy.."
Yep. Papi still recognized the middle-aged woman with a bulging stomach.
" Dit, mom." Whisper the papi in my ear. There was a happy hue radiating on papi's face. That's what I saw.
I don't want to turn towards my mom.
" Dit, this is mami.. Mami can hug you?"
I shut up, let my mommy take over my body. My mom hugged me tightly.
" Mommy misses, Dit." Mami's whisper is weak.
Mami cried, I cried too. There is a deep sadness I feel.
" Dit, sorry for your mistake, yes. Khilaf. Mama loves you. It's a pity Dit." Mommy said again.
I held my mother's body, pushed her slowly.
I can't forgive my mom. It was so deep that my mother scratched the wound in my heart.
" God..have I sinned against my mother?" My heart's screams are heartbreaking.
" Pi, we're going home now." I glanced at the clock on my wrist.
Because papi did not respond to my words, I finally pulled papi's hand.
" Ride pi." I said a little loud.
I just glanced at my mom's face. There was a feeling of unbearability, but I wanted to teach my mother that she had made a terrible mistake for leaving papi and snatching my husband.
Papi is on a motorcycle. The traitor came closer to my mother. Strange, he looked at me sharply. Not to be outdone I returned a look no less sharp.
" Do you think I care about you?" Whisper my heart.
I drove my motor matic at medium speed. All the way, me and Papi didn't talk. Our minds are busy wandering.
" It's pi."
" Eh. oh. yeah." Papi got off the motorcycle.
We went inside the house. Without saying much, he went straight into the room and closed the door.
" God, why do you have to meet again." My complaint is in my heart.
There is a sense of regret that pervades in the recesses of the heart. If me and papi hadn't left the house, maybe papi wouldn't have come back to reminisce about his bleak past.
The night is getting late. My eyes are getting more sensitive to compromise. I chose to go into the room and rest.
It didn't take long, my eyes were closed.
***
The alarm in the room screamed deafeningly. That means dawn has arrived. I got up and immediately walked out of the room.
Strange, why deserted? Usually if at this hour papi must have been awake, already sitting in front of the television watching the news.
I saw the door to Papi's room was still tightly closed. Is papi still sleeping?
My feelings are starting to get bad. Fear of bad things happening to Papi.
Tok.dok..
Many times but there is no word from papi.
I tried to open the door to the papi's room, but the papi's room was locked from the inside.
Things you never did while living in this rented house.
I started to panic. Exactly confused what to do.
" Father.papi..." I screamed while banging on the bedroom door. I tried to break down, but my strength was nothing compared to the power of this door.
I tried for fifteen minutes on my own. But it has not produced results. I immediately ran out to ask the neighbors for help.
Lucky for me, because my neighbor swiftly brought equipment to break down the door of the papi room.
It did not take long, the door of the papi room was successfully opened. Papi fell asleep in a terrible condition. His eyes were open, but his mouth was tilted sideways. His body cannot be moved. The papi pants are also wet, it looks like the papi is wet in the pants. Only tears came down so hard to wet Papi's face.
I hugged Papi while crying. My heart is broken seeing the condition of papi.
" Father..." Saying slowly.
" Dit, looks like your papi has a stroke. Let's get ready now. We'll take your papi to the hospital." Miss Rt gave me good advice.
After preparing various needs papi, finally we were escorted by some residents to the hospital.
" Papi, you heard Dita's voice, right? Papi never stay in Adita alone. Adita doesn't have anyone else, pi."
" Patience Adita, pray with God." Miss Rt rubbed my shoulder.
I cry back. I have a hard road to go through, God... Why should papi be sick? Why not mommy, God..? Papi the good man, O Allah, heal papi...
We have arrived at the hospital, and we are being treated by doctors and nurses. I can only wait for the good news that the doctor will tell me about papi.
" Dit, you're patient. I cannot accompany you here. But if there is any recent news papi you, please tell mom yes. Remember there is a Gusti Allah." Ms. Rt nodded and hugged me tightly. He gave me a brown envelope.
" Thank you, make papi's help. Not much, but God willing my sincere mother."
" Thank you so much buk. I'm sorry if Dita bothers mom and some citizens."
***
Now I'm completely alone, with no one.
" God, how sad my fate is." I started to complain.
" The servant is not able to accept this ordeal, O God."
After waiting for a few hours, finally a Doctor came to see me.
We walked to the room where Dad was being treated.
Dad's still lying weak on the hospital bed.
" Your father had a mild stroke. Lucky your dad got help fast."
" Is papi still healing doc?" I was hoping to worry.
" Just pray, do what's best for your father."
I breathed a little relieved hearing the explanation from Doctor Alfan.
" This is my business card, if you need anything don't hesitate to contact me." Doctor Alfan blinked his eyes next to the sweet smile he gave me.
" Excuse me."
Doctor Alfan passed from before me, yet I still stared at his disappearance.
Am I fascinated by Doctor Alfan?
" Adita's awake!" I hit my head many times.
The persimmon stamps are the same as Doctor Alfan in emergency situations.
" Substantial don't know yourself." I scorned myself.
***
After Doctor Alfan died, I sat down near papi. He was still sleeping, his hands were still on the infusion
I clasped papi's hand, "Pi, don't get sick. I'm afraid of losing papi. Sorry about it, pi. Because of me, papi has to go back to see mom." My regrets deep.
If papi is paralyzed, of course papi can not do its own activities. If I'm not the one taking care of you, then who? For papi's sake, I decided to stop working. I want to focus on treating Papi's recovery.