Second-Chance Genius Child

AGKK Chapter 43 - The Powerless Little Woman

Exactly 1 month we stayed in the apartment, finally doctor Anton gave permission for Alena to go home.

Oh God, when I heard that decision I was so grateful. I never stopped saying Alhamdulillah and Allahuakbar.

Today we finally got ready to go home.

"No need to clean up anything, let it be done by the waiter. It's better now that you call mom" said Mas Haris, he knew that I would pack all our clothes, me, Alena and Mas Haris.

But his words were also true, because I have not contacted my mother about this. I with smiling lips I nodded at him, "Well, Mas," I replied later.

I went into the camp because my phone was in there. Alena and Mas Haris were in the living room and were still watching television. The waiters started packing our things.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," I said as this call connected.

"Waalaikumsalam Nduk, what is this? It seems like your voice is very happy," replied the mother. The answer made me smile more.

"Alena can go home, ma'am. Today we're going home" I explained.

"Allah Allah, Alhamdulillah," replied the mother with haru, even just hearing her voice I could already know that the mother immediately cried. Very grateful about this, the wait we have been hoping for.

Once every night when Alena was hospitalized, we always convinced ourselves that Alena must come home, that Alena must be healed, that God will definitely help us all.

And O Allah, Alhamdulillah, now all that is truly manifest.

Just like my mother I ended up crying too.

"Well, get ready, don't be long, come home, I'll wait."

"Yes Ma'am," I said, "Oh yes Ma'am, Mas Haris will also return home. He'll stay with us."

"It's okay, I understand you. I am just getting happier hearing it. We should treat Haris well."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said again, not knowing what to say to express this happiness and relief.

"Dear, hurry home, I miss you all."

"Yes," I said with a nod, but mother would not be able to see the movement of my head.

After my phone call with my mother was cut off, I tried to contact Namira. I want to share this happy news too.

But my call didn't get an answer. My last message 2 days ago has not been answered either.

Realizing that, I was silent at once. I just realized that Namira has been hard to contact lately. Namira changed when we all went to the park.

Astaghfirullahaladzim, my mind. Because I was too happy about my relationship, Alena and Mas Haris getting better, I ignored Namira.

I tried to call her once again, and now her number is off. "Astaghfirullahaladzim," I said.

I finally decided to send a message.

'Assalamualaikum Namira, today we are going home. Doctor Anton has allowed it. I'll send our home address, come over if it's not busy.

But I deleted a few more words, I added them as well.

'Assalamualaikum Mama Namira, today Alena is going home. Later mama play ya to Alena's house wrote me, then send.

"Anindya," called Mas Haris from the direction of the door, a slightly surprised me directly staring at him.

"Mas" I replied, rising up from the edge of the bed and approaching him. Mas Haris just always stood in the doorway, he didn't want to go into my room. I can understand it, I'd be awkward if he came in.

Now we are both standing in the doorway of this room.

"How long has it been, instead of just contacting mom?" ask Mas Haris.

"I tried calling Namira, too, but the number wasn't active" I replied honestly. "I feel like he's been avoiding me Mas, ever since we all went to the park back then." I said in a soft voice.

"That would be great for Namira, stay away from things that might hurt her. Seeing us together was definitely not an easy thing for him, so it was better to indeed give some distance first," replied Mas Haris, complete with his intense gaze.

I nodded small, why is it insensitive about like this? I always called Namira first. I thought that Namira wouldn't feel much pain, but it turned out that my actions were wrong again.

In fact, by continuing to contact him like this, it makes Namira even more sick.

O Allah, my mind is flowing while breathing heavily.

Stupid, my mind too. Fooling yourself.

"Now if Namira doesn't contact you, don't call her first. Yea?" asked Mas Haris and I nodded small.

"Smart," replied Mas Haris as he gently stroked the top of my head.

All this time I was a strong woman, a very independent woman. But why in front of her was I like a helpless little woman.

Like a little cat obedient to its master.