My Sweet Journey's

Talak I Mas

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The sky was so bright with warm sunlight shining down on the earth, when one slap landed on Rossa's cheek, so strong was the slap, the woman's cheek turned red, with a five-finger stamp there. In front of him stood a woman with a face full of anger. Eyes bulging with chest up and down resisting emotions.

Some people who passed by, paused for a moment to watch the scene like that in the soap opera. "I warn you again! Never go near my husband! Or I'll do more than just slap you! You perjakor!"

A series of threats accompanied by insults sounded in the ears of many people, because the woman was half screaming. Wish everyone knew who Rossa was, the woman who was branded a male snatch by the woman earlier.

Before long a man seemed to be running in a hurry towards Rossa's house, the woman who could only duck, held back. Embarrassed? No, she knew full well the consequences of her actions were to be married to the series by the man who was now also standing before her.

"Cha, are you okay?" The legitimate wife growled furiously, seeing the husband so attentive to Rossa, the wife of the series.

Only the head was Rossa's answer. No sobbing, or ringing in pain. Even self-defense was not heard from Rossa's lips. He completely admitted wrong.

The prickly kasak is heard as the legitimate wife drags her husband away from the front of Rossa's house. The woman sighed, as if unperturbed by the gossip that would soon spread. Crying out? No. gabe. The woman turned her head towards her cramped rented living room, where a nine-year-old child was sitting in a wheelchair.

Just be still don't move. His hands occasionally moved involuntarily. "Patience, Cha," Rossa smiled faintly, hearing a word she had grown tired of putting into her mind five years ago.

"Basch first yeah, Nan." Rossa pushed the wheelchair outside the porch of the modest house. Looking for the heat of the sun is very useful to kill viruses and bacteria in the body of boys who have been silent since.

Rossa received a glass of milk from a woman named Mala, "Drink milk first yes." He said softly, grabbing a syringe, one syringe only this one without a needle. Taking the milk liquid from the glass and then moving it to the stomach of Adnan, the name of the child, using a hose attached through the nose of the child, directly connected to the stomach through the esophagus. NGT, Nasogastric Tube the name of the tool.

Rossa's thoughts drifted to five years ago, when the son suffered a disaster, a venomous snake bit Adnan who was sleeping in the room. I don't know where the beast came from. The four-year-old boy was crying hysterically. A snake was nearby.

Rossa's tears flowed, remembering how five days the child had a critical coma, after having had a cardiac arrest a few seconds aka died. Continued with Adnan's consciousness that never recovered. Until doctors diagnosed Adnan suffered major brain damage, due to the brain being deprived of oxygen for a long time.

This causes Adnan's motor or motion system to not function at all. Adnan could not swallow therefore he needed to wear NGT to eat. Unable to speak, even the child could not see, although an eye examination stated that Adnan's eye nerves were still good. Only the boy's hearing was functioning normally. Until he could hear the sounds around him.

"Son, don't you miss me, Mother? For a long time, Adnan did not call me Mom. I miss knowing." Rossa rubbed Adnan's head gently and kissed him lovingly. There's no answer. After that, Rossa began to move Adnan's hands and feet, a therapy that Adnan must receive to prevent stiffness attacking the child's bones and joints, while preventing shortening of bones in the ankles and hands.

A soft cry could be heard from Adnan's lips, it hurt, the boy could already cry and feel pain. One advancement in the treatment of the child. Rossa sighed. Half an hour is enough for one sun session. Enough to reduce the phlegm pile in the lungs. Another problem faced by patients who are unable to move the body like Adnan.

Again, Rossa was silent. He doesn't talk much, although he's actually very friendly. It's just that lately the problem has increased a lot. That definitely affected Rossa.

The day changed, as usual Rossa parked his favorite Vario motorcycle. Blacky, he gave her a name. Today Adnan's schedule controls to the hospital, but he can't deliver. Ms. Mala who accompanied, with one friend Rossa who worked as a nurse, will help Mala if she is free.

"Loh Cha, isn't Adnan in control today?" ask Shilda, Rossa's friend at the factory where she works. Several people passed by while whispering while looking at Rossa. The woman could only sigh. The rumors spread.

"I can't take any more holidays this month. Remember, last month I was out for five days." Rossa walked next to Shilda who understood. The two entered the building where they were about to begin their activities, after replacing their shoes with flip-flops.

Walking into line 3 where a row of sewing machines are waiting for his employer to be kicked chasing the target. Rossa closed his eyes, for a moment of prayer, may the results of Adnan's laboratory be good, also his work launched today.

But the Rossa sewing machine was only moving for half an hour, when the voice of one friend called while patting Rossa's shoulder gently. Hadeuuuhh, especially the hell. Could fail Rossa's target show today.

"Called by Mr. Angga." Rossa's face was instantly grim, what else did Angga want. The woman walks into a room with the word manager, a soundproofed spot where a handsome man is seen waiting for Rossa there.

"Cha, I'm sorry. He shouldn't have come...."

"What's wrong, thank you for helping Ocha all this time." Cut Rossa fast. The two men looked at each other. There are many unexplained feelings between the two.

Angga stood up to his seat, approaching Rossa, "This madam is an office. Many will see."

Angga sighed. The woman in front of Angga was very beautiful in the view of the man. Beautiful heart too. That's the assessment of Angga, because that's what Angga wants to help Rossa voluntarily four years ago. When the two meet again after leaving their respective homes.

"Sorry, but I've been thinking about cooking. It would be better if we split up. I don't want to ruin your home's happiness. So just divorce me. Talak me mas." Pinta Rossa with teary eyes.

But Rossa thinks he should do this. Ending all, hoping for a better tomorrow.

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