Love of the Duda

a new beginning

These few days Fandi is so overwhelmed with Fania's questions. He continued to follow Fandi only to ask if the thirty-two-year-old man was willing to marry Asha. Idol teacher.

Like tonight, after finishing dinner Fandi who accompanied Fania to work on the task must continue to hear the whining of his daughter. "Dad, if Fania had a mother, it must have been Fania's friend who learned it was mother," she chanted with her hands busy coloring the picture in her workbook.

"Especially if the bundle is Fania, Ms. Asha. Fania likes it." Fandi just smiled wryly, but now he is focused on finding his ex-wife. For Fandi, Fania needs her birth mother, not another woman who is present to be a mother.

"Fania hasn't finished drawing?" The little girl nodded. Fandi who chose to sit on the sofa leaning her body towards her daughter, she kissed the top of Fania's head affectionately.

Not long after his phone rang, seeing the name on his phone screen hastily Fandi received the call, even he had to go away from Fania.

Seeing her father who was too busy with a cell phone made Fania exhale heavily, as if a heavy burden was on her. She was even like a grown woman, shaking her head at her father. "Heem, if there's a mother, Fania can't be diced like this, adults like to be busy."

Finished by drawing it, Fania immediately cleaned up her books and school equipment. He painstakingly stuffed everything into the bag. Fania grows up without a mother beside her, making her look like an adult who can take care of herself even though she sometimes makes Fandi dizzy. Like this time, Fandi who had finished with his phone looked dizzy looking at Fania who put all her books in the bag making the pink bag was full.

"You want to move?" Fandi returned to his seat after successfully retrieving his daughter's bag lying on the table.

"Dad said I had to tidy up the place I was holding, now it's tidy. What's wrong?" Fania patted her own forehead softly seeing Fandi who returned to take out the contents of her bag. "Father strange," he exclaimed and chose to sit beside Fandi.

"You should see tomorrow you'll bring anything, son. Fania's been able to read and I've recorded the lesson schedule." Fandi showed the school schedule on Fania's pencil case.

"Old ... ribet, Dad." Without waiting for Fania's approval, Fandi entered the textbooks for tomorrow and neatly arranged the books that were not brought on the table. "Who brought the book?" Fania pointed the book that was on the table to Fandi.

"That's Fania's book, isn't it?" The little girl nodded enthusiastically. "Then of course Fania did it." Fania massaged her temple like an adult who was plagued by severe problems.

"Fania was a child already given this heavy burden, Lord. Fugitive dad's looking for Fania's mother." Fandi raised his daughter's body and sat her on the lap. He kissed chubby cheek of Fania.

"Princess Father is already big and chatty. Is Dad not enough?" Fandi hugged his daughter's body. Feeling stuffy, making the girl rebel.

"But Fania wants to be like another friend. Elle has a mommy, Alif has a buni, Angel has a mama, why doesn't Fania have a mother?" Fandi looked into Fania's eyes so expectantly.

"All right, but now Fania's sleeping first, okay?" He dropped off his daughter and asked to bring the book that was on the table to his room. "Dad help bring Fania's bag."

Finished with her routine, Fandi accompanies Fania to sleep. Usually Fania will be very enthusiastic to ask him to read a fairy tale from a book that Fania has had since she could not read. However, this night was different when Fania asked Fandi not to read a fairy tale. "Why? Fania bored?"

"No!"

"Then?"

Fania pulled the blanket over her to cover her entire body. "Fania just wants to go to bed." Fandi let out a heavy sigh, he nodded and kissed Fania's head which was blocked by the old blanket.

"Good night, Father's daughter." Fandi came out without turning off the lights. Hearing that the door of her room was closed, Fania immediately lowered her blanket.

"Lord, Fania please wish that Bu Asha be Fania's mother. Aamiin's."

***

"Master, Non Fania her body is hot. He kept calling for the master." Fandi who just came out of his room was made worried after Sri told his daughter's condition that morning. Hurry her to Fania's room.

"Bi, please bring cold water and a small towel to compress." Sri nodded and passed from Fandi's sight.

"Darling, I'm sorry." Taklama Sri came with a small basin filled with cold water and a small towel requested by his master.

"This, Sir."

"Thank you, Bi." Fandi dipped a small towel and squeezed it. He painstakingly compresses Fania's body which still feels hot.

"His body temperature is also quite high." Fandi check the temperature in the thermometer, the number listed there is 38.1° Celsius. Worried about Fania's situation, she immediately contacted Dian—His personal doctor and older sister—to come check on her daughter's body.

"Dad." Hearing Fania call him Fandi who was in a feud with Dian immediately turned off his phone connection.

"Yes, Honey?" Fandi took a wet towel on Fania's forehead and put it into the basin again. "Where's the pain, honey? Tell me the same dad."

"Mom Asha, Dad." Fania closed her eyes again.

Fifteen minutes later, Dian was in Fania's room. The woman looks upset because Fandi turned off the call earlier. "What are you doing with my favorite nephew?" Fandi took a long breath. What he would do to his own daughter.

"What is she sick?" ask Fandi curious. Dian instead of answering, he instead hit Fandi's arm hard in annoyance.

Dian then cleaned his work equipment and put it in a bag. "I asked him and asked. Btw Fania has a normal fever, you know, right, she's got a problem with breathing?" Dian glanced at his sister, Fandi nodded weakly his gaze never separated from his daughter.

"The ISPA is relapsing." Dian who had finished, chose to sit next to Fania and looked at her pity. "But, I think there's something worse than ISPA." Dian squeezes a towel and compresses Fania's body.

"meaning?"

Dian turned to the side and looked at Fandi fiercely. "You stupid or pretending to be stupid, anyway? Fania it needs a mother figure."

"Sarah hasn't come back yet, so how can I ...."

"Is there no other woman? Why that woman? He has hurt you too deeply, leaving his two-month-old daughter—" His words are not forwarded anymore, considering the events of some time ago made him so emotional.

Fandi was silent, his mind was deadlocked. "Sister has already explained everything, but if to receive him back Brother you think you are too good. There are still many other women who deserve to be your wife and mother to Fania."

Seeing Fandi just silent, Dian then approached him and rubbed his sister's shoulders gently. "Don't keep making yourself tormented. Here who suffered not only you, but there was Fania as well." Dian took her bag and said goodbye to go to the hospital.

"If there's anything, you call Brother. The recipe Brother gave to Bi Sri so he could redeem the medicine immediately." Fandi just nodded weakly.

Is he too selfish? Is it wrong if he still expects Sarah to return even though it is clear that the heart injury still can not be healed? Fandi's mind continued to branch until Fania called him back.

"Dad, Fania wants Bu Asha." Fandi nodded slowly. He thoughtlessly dialed Asha's number. Three days ago he was forced to ask for Fania's teacher number because of Fania's reasonable insistence to speak seriously when he arrived home.

"Thank you very much, sorry for the trouble." Fandi put her phone on the nightstand after she finished talking to Asha.

Note:

ISPA: Acute Respiratory Tract Infection