Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Madam Mila asked

Anindi motor can be handled well. The girl thanked the good man several times. Saying will repay the good deed if it takes time and can meet again. However, the man's answer was quite astonishing. 

"Do good while you are alive, for good works will bring you happiness." A message before the man left from Anindi's presence.

Anindi herself did not want to linger there, directly gas to the front towards the hospital. His mother must have been waiting.

Arriving at the hospital parking lot which only takes five minutes from there, Anindi rushed down the road and into the tall building. A few sisters who were already familiar greeted Anindi. They looked happy because Anindi was quite polite.

The girl continued to move towards the elevator, going upstairs with a few people. Just a matter of seconds, the elevator finally delivered Anindi to the intended floor. The girl walked with a plastic bag filled with fruits. As soon as he got to the front of the mother's room, he went straight in and said, "Assalamualaikum." Anindi was welcomed by the sight of the two pairs of middle-aged women's eyes.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Reply both. One, slowly. The other one, it's normal. Anindi's in. Don't forget to close the door again. "Mom, are you awake?" Keep walking with your hands. Stand next to my mother. "I brought my mother's favorite mango." Smiling while lifting the black plastic.

Madam Mila was quite silent, whereas Bu Lia responded with a small smile. "Thank you, son."

Anindi instantly kept the fruit on the table. Take out the existing knife and intend to peel the mango. However, the tail of his right eye found a bouquet of flowers that were not foreign. The girl was stunned. Could it? 

Ms. Mila was still silent like someone who was thinking more deeply, then Ms. Lia explained in detail if the flower was a gift from her daughter-in-law who was none other than Rendra. 

"Your husband told me you're still busy, so you can't go to the hospital yet." Ms. Lia explained in more detail.

Anindi's stunned. Raise your head and meet the view with Miss Mila. From the neighbor's gaze the sense of the brother, could explain that many questions were eager to get out. It's just, it can't be delivered yet.

Ms. Lia is no longer wearing any breathing apparatus. In fact, the woman who still looks beautiful can wake up with her back position leaning into an elevated bed. "Son, I can't wait to get home. Let's get together again as usual. Your husband must have expected the same."

Anindi's hand suddenly shook, but still tried to calm down. There's no good answer to that. Because, Anindi did not know what to answer with.

"Lia, you should eat mango first. It must be fresh." Madam Mila cut the conversation. This happened due to seeing Anindi's shock. There must be something going on. 

Anindi. His hands immediately peeled off the mango skin. "real Mom. We'll talk about this again, yeah." Anindi is grateful to be able to get out of the tense zone. He was almost crazy to make.

"All right." Ms. Lia according.

Anindi peels until it's done. Cutting to the desired size also feeds his mother. Happiness is absolutely invaluable with money.

One mango runs out. Anindi pampit out, inside too crowded. Especially seeing the bouquet of flowers earlier, really stifling.

It turned out that Miss Mila was following. His intention was to speak four eyes with Anindi. Of course, we talked about the drama that was going on. They became important actors there, especially for Anindi who was the main role.

"Son." Madam Mila surprised Anindi. Sit in the chair next to the girl. "You need to take care of your health. Your face is pretty pale." 

Anindi turned her head for a while, then straightened her gaze again forward. "Yes, Aunt." The answer is pretty short.

Madam Mila looked at the white wall of the hospital. There were no stains in the slightest and it felt very well maintained. Clean and comfortable, that's all you can describe. "Son, you want to explain something about the young man who came and confessed to your husband. Your mother thinks so too." Madam Mila took a breath first. It was almost unpacked about Anindi, but immediately remember the message of the Doctor. "They spoke as if they were sons-in-law and in-laws. And, the young man's gaze was also sincere."

Anindi was silent for a moment. I don't know which part he explains. Because everything feels complicated too.

"Tante, you know you must be doing your best. So, Auntie waited for your answer before acting far away," continued Miss Mila.

The hospital hallway was so quiet and peaceful. Anindi felt the silence created to the soul. Loneliness is often felt, but the complexity is now so great and difficult to avoid. "Tan, I don't know which way to go. To be sure, when the first mother woke up it was the memory of me who was still married that appeared. It was fitting for the arrival of the man who said the wrong room."

Madam Mila responded calmly. "So your own mother thinks she's your husband?" Ask to be clearer.

Anindi nodded quickly. "Yes, Aunt. I'd like to explain, but remember the doctor's message. But I also don't justify it. I don't know why this guy even participated in this drama. A little dizzy too, Tan." Anindi leaned her back against the wall. Closing eyes. Apparently there is something more complicated than finding money for hospital expenses. This is hard to find the formula for solving. 

Madam Mila turned her head to the side, grabbing Anindi's right hand as if to give her a sense of calm. "Son, Auntie knows what's on your mind right now. Auntie, understand what you're doing is for your mother. The strong, yes. Slowly explain everything to Mom, maybe your mom will understand."

Anindi closed her eyes. I want it to scream. Surviving among the cruel world is difficult. In fact, it feels very unlikely. However, he has a Creator who must have planned everything well. "It's God, Aunt."

Madam Mila continued to calm Anindi down. Hopefully all problems will be resolved well soon.

***

Rendra walked into the room next to her when the older brother had arrived. 

"Where have you been?" His sister immediately asked a question.

Rendra was indifferent, sitting at the soup and saying, "I've been playing drama." Lifting one corner of the lip that eventually forms a small smile.

"Drama?" A middle-aged man still with the infusion asked. To be sure, this child is not an actor. "What drama, Rendra?" His voice still sounded firm.

There were four people there, including Rendra.

"I'm tired, Dad." Rendra breaks down in Sopa. The twenty-five-year-old man closed his eyes. "Sister, I haven't finished a new story yet. My brain's dead-end." Right now, what was in Rendra's mind was too forked, thus causing it to be difficult to concentrate.

"You have to take responsibility!" firmly brother.

"Yes, yes, Bawel!" Rendra's upset. It is better to sleep so that inspiration can come so quickly.