Not an Ordinary Night Woman

Chapter 15 I Want to Work Like You

A week later.

"Why aren't you fair to me, God? What's my fault?"

Elisha woke up in the middle of the night. He had a nightmare about his parents and his son. His feeling is uncomfortable. It's been a few weeks not knowing how they are making it even more stressful. Plus, he hasn't found a job yet. He was crying, sitting curled up near the bed.

"Jeez Dona, what's wrong with you?"

Mita who had just returned home from work immediately embraced it. He saw the clock on the wall already showing at 02:00 in the morning, but his friend was still awake in a state of crying like this. His heart was touched, he was also sad.

"I'm tired of living like this, Mita," replied Elisha between sobs.

"Yes I understand, who is patient yes," on the elus Elisha backs to strengthen him.

"What was I impatient about all this time? when my own brother insulted me, I could only shut up because it was so. I wander for the welfare of my family, but why does God endlessly test me? Why?"

Elisha shouted a little, spilling all the grunts in his heart. He could no longer hold it himself. He even thought about ending his life because he felt worthless.

"I know how you feel. I was once in your position even with a different story. I was also very angry at that time, I even tried to commit suicide because I couldn't bear it" Mita recalled, starting to tear up.

"But I realized I couldn't give up on the situation. I struggled desperately to improve things but the results were nil. I'm still a nobody and I don't have anything,"

Mita bowed lethargic beside her friend. The wounds that he had been trying to cover for years finally gaped back. Remembering the past was the saddest thing for him.

"I'm sorry Mita, I don't know if your story isn't much different from mine" he said sincerely.

"It's okay. I'm also sorry for getting too carried away,"

Mita wiped her tears and wiped away her friend's tears.

"From now on stop crying. You must be strong and always smile. Do what you think is right, regardless of whether it is wrong or right in the eyes of others. The important thing is not to hurt anyone else,"

Mita looked closely at Elisha.

"The problem with God is our own. I don't want to plunge you, but I can't stand to see you suffer constantly either. If you want to go home, go home with a big heart. But if you want to stay, keep fighting until the last blood point" added Mita.

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Next day.

Elisha woke up with a new spirit. It had been imagined a blue-hued encounter in his imagination. It's been a few months wandering around making him want to meet a family very soon in unfortunately.

"So you really want to go home, Dona?" mita looked sad.

"Yes Mita. Had I got a job, I'd have stayed here,"

Elisha started packing his things. He was surprised to see a fold of paper on the sidelines of his shirt.

"Oh my God, this is what I'm looking for" said Elisha.

"What is it?" ask Mita curious.

"This is my neighbor's mobile number in the village, I used to live briefly in his place while in town B," replied Elisha.

"Oh..."

"I'll call you a minute, yeah,"

Elisha was a little away from his friend to be more free to call.

"Assalamualaikum, Lady Siti," said Elisha.

"Waalaikum greetings, Lisha? It's Lisha, right?"

It turns out that Ms. Siti still recognized her voice.

"Yes Mom, it's me. My phone was lost when the trip moved to D city, so I couldn't contact anyone. Fortunately, I found a paper containing my mobile number" explained Elisha.

"Thank God you called, your mother almost every day asked yourself. Your father is sick, you should immediately contact them," said Siti.

Elisha's feelings were getting worse, his chest began to rumble.

"For sure I don't know either, but it looks pretty bad to be taken to the hospital. That's your mother's number, I just sent it to your number" replied Siti.

After saying thank you, he immediately ended the call. He called his mother's number.

Tut. tut's...

He impatiently waited for his call to be raised but several times tried to stay nil.

"What's wrong with you, Dona?" mita asked when she saw her friend crying.

"Mother Siti said my father was sick, but my mother did not call him up" he replied while still sobbing.

"Calm down, try calling again. Maybe it was busy,"

He followed the advice of his friend. He was excited when his phone was suddenly picked up.

"Mother..."

He can't hold back his tears anymore. All the longing and pain that had been stifled so far piled into one became a streak of tears of sadness that plunged freely in her beautiful bead.

"Lisha my daughter..."

The middle-aged woman's tears flooded her eyes.

"Yes Mom, it's me. I'm sorry, Mom..."

Both of their cries broke. After they calmed down, they started to tell stories. Her mother couldn't tell her much because she was waiting for her husband who was lying in the hospital with his two grandchildren and several siblings. His mother told him the point.

Elisha had not even told him about what happened to him because what his mother experienced was more sad. Mr. Darminto has been in hospital for two days. His father was diagnosed with a blockage of blood in the brain, one of the diseases that are very dangerous and can take the lives of sufferers.

His father's condition was severe enough that he had to undergo surgery immediately. The situation is very concerning now. His mother said his two brothers were on their way to the hospital. Estimated cost to be spent is 20 million. A very fantastic nomination for a less capable family like them.

"Mother is patient. You'll be in surgery soon, I'll find the money" said Elisha.

"That big money where are you going to find it, son? Your two brothers alone can only provide two million in aid. I'm done..."

Her mother's cry was like a whip beating her whole body, even more painful than that. How useless he is that currently can not help anything for the recovery of his father.

"Please don't say that, Mom. I'll be looking for him soon. Please take care of the father and children first, I'll be looking for the money soon. I promise!"

After saying so, they decided on a call.

"I'm so sorry, Dona,"

Mita hugged her friend's body.

"I'm useless, I can't even help. Where am I supposed to find that 20 million?"

His cry grew louder, his body trembling violently. Mita went to see it.

"Dona, in my savings there are about 5 million rupiah. You can use it to treat your father,"

Mita heard all her friends talk on the phone. He sincerely wanted to help Elisha at this time.

"No Mita, it's your savings. You've had a hard time collecting it," refused Elisha.

"It's okay, your father's life is more important. I can find him later,"

Elisha felt touched, a person he had only known for a few days easily gave him that much money. Whether it was a loan or a gift, but it was worth it for him.

"Mita, I want to work like you" said Elisha.

Their eyes meet each other. Mita still can't believe her hearing. But Elisha's gaze seemed earnest.