Replacement Ribs

57. Way Home

"Congratulations!" Kirana congratulates Syifa through a video call.

The sight that made Kirana envious as Baraka fed the pieces of fruit to the mouth of the syifa. Kirana brushed aside in case the sudden one flashed through her mind. Syifa was lucky to have a good husband.

"Where are you, Na?"

"In the hospital."

"Well?"

"Regular. Check up. This is waiting for the doctor" Kirana lied. Because she does not want to panic family in her village if she knows her husband had an accident.

"Na, Syifa, how do I ask you to leave her job?" Baraka interrupts Kirana and Syifa's conversation.

"Don't dong, Mas," Kirana replied with a clear face. One thing Kirana feared might happen. Syifa is about to give up her job due to demands from her husband. Kirana couldn't have imagined that it would happen soon enough. Maybe he would just choose to go back to his hometown. Leaving all the strangest of life in the city.

Thinking of that, Kirana twitched her head. He ended his call to Syifa. Although still reluctant, he dragged a step leaving the cafe to return to the outpatient room.

Entering the all-white room, Kirana found a fruit parcel and food box at the guest table.

"A delivery from Diana to you. He was here a long time ago" Tristan said without asking.

Kirana was just rounding her lips. For more than two hours he was alone in the cafe. And then ekmabli when lunch time comes.

"Eat already?" kirana asked despite seeing Tristan's food still intact on her desk.

"Not yet."

Kirana took a chair for her seat beside the patient bed. She opened the food from the hospital and began to feed her husband.

"Austria …."

"Eat first, Mas. Talk about it later," cut Kirana off indifferently.

But only two mouthfuls entered Tristan's stomach. The rest of the man refused Kirana's bribe.

Some medicine was prepared Kirana following the water. Without making a sound, Kirana gave the medicine granules and then a glass of water. Waiting until all the medicine was swallowed, he took back the glass in Tristan's hand to return it to the table.

"Ma …"

"I pray first yes, Mas," Kirana went inside the bathroom to pick up aor ablution.

She placed a prayer rug near her bed. Kirana had heard in a study, if you want to improve your life then improve your relationship with God. He had to admit that all this time his life was like a tangled thread. Trouble seemed to endlessly hit him.

On the expanse of prayer mats, Kirana gathered to complain about the problems of life that never ended. Crying, begging for forgiveness, to be shown the way.

Kirana had to admit, all this time she was more negligent. It is as if ignoring the Supreme Being. The series of problems that surround it is a form of love so that Kirana gets closer.

Kirana rubbed the remaining melted tears on both of her cheeks. There was relief after complaining at the right place. He folded his face and his alphabet and put it back in the bag.

There, in the bed Tristan's patient was staring at him. Kirana no longer fervently looked at her husband. His fate ahead has him fully resigned, whatever his best decision.

"You want to pray, Mas?" ask Kirana.

Tristan nodded. "Help me to the bathroom."

Kirana took a wheelchair in the corner of the room. Help Tristan down because her husband can only rest on one leg.

"Awhile, my. I asked Syifa first how sick people wudhunya."

Syifa, people who are often used by Kirana to learn if there is something that is not yet understood.

With the direction of Syifa, Kirana led Tristan to ablution until it was finished.

"Fa, don't tell me you're with Mom, yeah. They will worry. Understand, pete's ghost."

There was the crisp laughter of Syifa from across. "Beres" said Syifa, still laughing.

.

"Fear you have a bucket. Shrimp yes, Fa. Thanks mummy, get well, yeah,"

The conversation between Kirana and Syifa was heard by Tristan. The man was still waiting for Kirana in his wheelchair.

"Sholat in a wheelchair, Mas. Can, right?"

"Can."

"Can what not? If not learn first." asked Kirana because of Tristan's unconvincing answer. He also teaches prayer while sitting. Once Tristan understands, Kirana lets Tristan pray.

She opened the food box from Diana. She had no idea how good Diana's relationship was with her husband. But Diana had said that she had been friends long enough with Elita.

Gudeg rice menu with fried sambal skin crackers and chicken make Irana tongue shake. I don't know when the last time he ate that sweet menu.

Kirana chuckles to herself. Almost all the food menu as if there was nothing that was not for him. His stomach never refused all food.

"Diana, what's that?" Tristan's voice distracts Kirana from the rice box.

"Gudeg. Wanna?"

Tristan shakes. He approached the glass table and asked Kirana to open the fruit parcel. He picked a green fruit seeds the size of a thumb and then devoured it.

"Washed first!" kirana said while taking the green wine.

"No need. Later the mustard dies alone." said Tristan accordingly.

Kirana brought a sprig of the fruit to wash in the sink. Then prepare it in an empty lunch box.

"Tomorrow I want to go home" Tristan said, picking one more.

"Let's consult a doctor first" replied Kirana.

"Just ask. No need to consult."

Kirana sighed softly. Tristan's stubborn nature begins to recur. She was again busy with her food instead of responding further to her husband's remarks. It's free to argue about things that don't know the end.

****

And the next day, Tristan really insisted on asking to go home. Although he still has to undergo treatment at the hospital.

Kirana did nothing because she refused to argue. After a long conversation between Tristan and his doctor, they are finally allowed to go home.

Kirana cleaned up all the personal belongings. Tristan called Mr. Cip to pick them up.

Some of the dry food her mother-in-law had sent had not even been opened. Kirana gave one plastic bag of dry food to the guard nurse. Suitcases and other items have made it a hassle. Not to mention having to push Tristan's wheelchair.

Waiting for thirty minutes, their driver came. Mr. Cip carried their luggage, while Kirana pushed her husband's wheelchair.

They waited in the lobby until the black sedan driven by Mr. Cip stopped in front. Kirana pushed back the wheelchair closer to the car. Let Mr. Cip help Tristan get in the car.

"Where are you going, Mom?" ask the soir before driving.

Tristan da Kirana unintentionally exchanged glances.

"To Mama's house, sir."

"Cock it there?" kirana protests.

"Yes, you are there."

Kirana also grunted. Her plan to find a nurse to care for her husband failed.