SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

ELECTRONIC MAIL PART 2

Don't think I'll be touched by your sad story, it won't change anything. I really will not be touched. I will do everything I can to be free of my race from you.

Go back,, go home, or whatever it says. It will only add to the wounds that once reigned. Let everything go its own way. Being together will hurt each other. Farewell is the best way.

Reading the second letter made me a little in disbelief, was that really my husband.more precisely my ex-husband, his father Rania?. I took a heavy breath. To avoid the feeling of tightness in the chest, what has happened for the past six months?.

Has my husband's new wife's habits not changed?. Going home late, spending money, buying all her wishes, and living a luxurious lifestyle like a socialite woman. Even Mas Amir hurt his family who took care of him. Basic woman is shameless, where her responsibilities as a wife.

And Mas Amir is still like before, always obeying his wife's wishes. If there used to be me and Rania as a threat for all your wishes to be fulfilled, I am sure now the man fulfills his wishes because he loves each other. Oh, considering that my heart is breaking. I accompanied him to fight others who enjoyed the results.

I open the third letter with a still thumping heart, what will be delivered by this letter, clicking on the envelope emblem.A video?, my heart asks. Dated three days ago, means when Rania was still in the hospital. I open it by pointing the cursor right at the play sign.

“Assalmualaikum syafira, this is mom, sorry maybe this message will bother you. I hope you can read as soon as possible and I hope it's not too late” mother's face, what's the matter?. If until mother who sent the video I make sure this is not okay.

“as long as you are married mother never wants to interfere in your household affairs. But sorry, now I have to do it. I sent you a message not as your mother-in-law. But as a parent who wants to save his child.” Suddenly sadness crept into my chest.

Looking at the tears that were dripping on the mother's face, looking down to wipe away her tears using a tissue. Then he raised his face to look at the camera again.

“fira, we are mothers who love our children equally. I know that amir's fault will not be forgiven. But please today mother pleads with all sincerity fira help mother, return mother child.look at the situation”

the camera switched, images of a man with an infusion tube and breathing apparatus and several more devices were embedded there. A heart rate and oxygen detection monitor was also seen.

Like a special care room. From his face at a glance I saw it was Rania's father, looking thinner with his eyes tightly closed. The camera is pointing back at the mother's face.

“itu Amir son mother, our pride. Had to suffer from endless regret, every day, every time there is only regret in him.Silver stomach acid disease has been cured, but his spirit to be healthy is no longer there. His wounded heart caused his psychics to ache. His soul is empty, he lost his life spirit”

my mother's words reminded me of the doctor's diagnosis of Rania's disease at the time. Why can it be the same, so strong is the bathin contact between father and son.

“if indeed Syafira has not been able to forgive my child, at least help me as a mother who wants the recovery of her child. Go home son, that's the only way the doctor advises. Or if you can't go home yet let her father Rania listen to her daughter's voice. Hope mommy may awaken Amir from komanya”

Instantly my body gasped in shock, said “koma” who had just come out of the lips mother made my body feel weak instantly.

I don't have any strength, this chest is pounding violently. Cold sweat suddenly pooled on the forehead. Body vibrating. How bad was my ex-husband's illness until he had to go into a coma.

I was silent for a moment. I didn't listen to my mother's words after that. How to swallow tears that flow without feeling cheeked. There is a sense of compassion that comes in without permission.

“that's eyang yes, Rania kangen” I turned no less surprised. Since when was my son in the back. He sat next to me staring at the laptop screen, and waved his hand as he called out his eyes. Maybe he thinks this is a video call.

I'll get Rania's HP immediately. Helping a mother does not hurt, I am also a mother who has just felt the fear of losing a child when Rania was hospitalized. My mother-in-law never hurt me. She's a nice woman who treats me like her own real child.

open the first letter because there is a number of my ex-husband.calling with an application with a green telephone symbol. I set it up for video calls. Hopefully it's not too late. That's hope.

I had various hopes of tidying up while waiting for the call to be answered. Rania on my lap looked at me in surprise, I put HP leaning on the laptop, and turned the screen over to Rania's face.

“assalamualaikum Rania..alhamdulillah..engkau answered my prayers yes Allah..” heard the greeting across.

I saw my mother's face shedding tears. Thank God, I'm not too late. An old face full of hope.day burst in.

“eyang kangen dear, let's call Rania father nak” my mother-in-law pointed the camera to my husband's face.

With a rush and an anxious face that I could no longer describe. How hurt this woman is.

“waalaikum greetings,,,Rania kangen eyang” replied my daughter.

“mom, dad why?” tanyanya looked at my face in wonder.

“father is sick, now Rania Call father yes,,, his loud voice” I said give understanding to him. I ask for some tears that are still faithful to flow in my cheeks.

“ayah...ayah...ayah...” three times my son's call did not also get his father's response.

“dad woke up,,, it's okay mother Rania woke up father” asked again. Suddenly the fear of my daughter-in-law saw no response from Mas Amir.

“call again dear, until father wakes” answered me, my body trembled with nervousness I could not hide.

“father...father...father wake up....Rania kangen father” grew more and more my tears heard my daughter's voice. God, do I sin to keep them away. Had Mas Amir and that woman not done it again after the apology I gave. Maybe this won't be the story.

“ayah..ayah...ayah...”.Rania's voice grew louder, her breathing was dull.

“call father again dear, please Eyang Rania do not give up yes,,,”my mother-in-law's voice sounds pleading. And on the screen still looks my husband's face.

This sight is too heartbreaking.

“alhamdulillah..call father again dear, hand daddy motion just now, let Rania voice louder”.

that my in-laws voice averted my gaze staring at the HP screen. Mas Amir started to move slowly.

“dad,,, father, father..ayo get up, spout..”voice Rania screamed loudly filled the living room of my house.

“alhamdulillah, this mir Rania, Call Rania nak” my in-laws voice sounds excited, there is a happy mix to be caught my senses.

“ra..ni...aa” mas Amir's voice stamped. I saw his eyelids move. Until finally opened even though not spaced.

Suddenly the room became very busy, the screen captured an irregular image moving around and around randomly. Looks like the doctor is treating Mas Amir.

“thank you Rania, thank you Syafira”my in-laws voice was calm despite the sound of anxiety, but not as anxious as earlier when I made the call.

it looks like a hospital hallway. There was a happy tone captured clearly from his look.

“doctor handles amir, it's been three days he's been in a coma. I don't know what to do, especially. Thank you son, you immediately responded to mother's message.be mom was not sure you will answer mother”'s message My in-law's words are like a whip, I'm like a cruel person does not know feelings.

“it's okay ma'am, I should be sorry. Because I had to endure all this, my household storm was no longer saved. I choose to go rather than get hurt for the second time.” Reply lirih.

Do not want to expose my problems with Mas Amir to mother, if finally he knows let Mas Amir tell it.

“ounty...” suddenly Rania's voice startled me as it turned out that Annisa was seen on screen with a tense face.

“Rania, ounty kangen when to go home, later ounty invite eskrim” his face suddenly showed a happy twinkle staring at the screen.

“when is mom?”rania asked, she turned to me for an answer. I can only shake.

“while sis, we are called doctor” Anisa's words again scare me. Whether Rania's father was not helped, instantly bad thoughts haunted me.

“don't turn off his phone nis, sister wants to hear what doctor” says however he remains Rania's father. I don't want Rania to be sad when something bad happens to her father.

“iya kak” sounds nisa ngos-nangosan like she also experienced the same fear.

“thank God, this is a miracle. We get a gift in the last seconds. Our team of doctors has almost given up, if until tomorrow the patient does not show a response. We have to take him to the central hospital” at a glance the sound of the doctor talking to mom. I did not see her face. The captured image on screen leads to the floor.

“thank you for the hard work of the doctor, thank you for helping my son” it was the voice of the mother, the relief was pictured as having just been freed from the heavy burden.

“not busy, nisa want to talk?” the screen again shows nisa's face. My graceful brother.

“sister is relaxed talk, brother is ready to hear” I replied.

“from three days ago, since mom sent that video to brother email. Mother does not stop holding the hape bang amir, wherever mother goes always taken, afraid at any time brother calls are not answered he said. Nisa told me it was impossible. My brother's email three months ago was not read and nisa's message two weeks ago was also not opened. Says nisa time it.” Nisa story stops the beautiful woman raised her face and looked up like holding back tears that were about to spill.

“mother said, nothing is impossible if we pray. For now only God can help. So sure mom that sister will read our email”

I have tears from my ex-sister-in-law. The camera held vibrates. Along with the vibration on his shoulders that was tight.

And God showed me the power of prayer today. God moved my heart to open the laptop, so I knew that an email was coming in. There is no prayer more mustajab than the mother's prayer for her child.

“mother never went from the side bang Amir, she always waited with a prayer beads in the right hand and HP brother in the left hand, we have no one sister, nisa part take care of this it. Mother who accompanied brother. We're just the two of us. Bang Amir is our hope since the departure of mr”

Devastated my heart has heard the narration of nisa, my tears broke cannot be prevented, these tears are very rushing. Shoulders shaking. Imagine a mother struggling alone in the hospital. Waiting for Rania's father to come to his senses. How powerful that middle-aged woman was.

I should have been happy because my ex got the payback for the pain I felt because of his actions. But it turns out that I can't, no matter how cruel he does to me, see his current condition I feel sorry for. That's it. Even my heart questions the state of his new wife. Why not care at all.

“mother, father is sick what. koq Rania was told to call father” plain questions Rania increasingly add lewdness in my chest. I hugged him tightly. I love my son no matter what.

The video call has stopped, Anisa who closed it because the urge is getting louder, hopefully the health of Rania's father will improve. It'sit's nothing. If something happens to my ex, everyone will blame me, without them knowing what is going on.

I just send greetings to mother because after that mother is still busy consulting with the doctor who handles Mas Amir. It's okay I'll let Rania keep her father's number. They have an inseparable blood relationship. There are no ex-children but ex-wives and ex-husbands.

I looked at my son in the arms. Eyes, nose shape lips and even lash lentiknya like seeing photocopian of his father. I kissed Rania, my precious treasure until anytime.