The Malang Widow

The pent-up Uwais

The night is getting late, even almost showing the time of early morning. My activities are so busy all day. Some of my bookkeeping and business development tasks I completed after my three children slept earlier.

Now is the time to close my tired eyes. Before that I looked at my son's face one by one. My feet stepped towards Shanum who was sleeping inside her baby box. I make sure that the state of sleep is safe, starting from fixing the blanket and fixing mosquito barrier mosquito nets.

The next step towards Umar who in his mind a little soft snoring due to tired all day playing in the front yard. I kissed her forehead gently. I pulled the blanket half-revealed on his body.

"Pig... Abi... Abi... Miss Abi.... Mm-hhh... Huuu...". Not yet had I stepped towards Uwais, her whining in her dreams began to sound in my ears with whimpering.

I approached him immediately. I rubbed his forehead which seemed to be sweating a lot. How surprised I was to find my palpable hot hands indicating that he had a fever.

The roar of himself kept calling out to his ashes and shrieked the atmosphere on that cold night. My feelings started to panic. My eyes that had been glared from earlier for enduring the drowsiness, instantly forgot about the taste.

Immediately I took a wet towel to compress his forehead. Before long I rubbed some parts of his face, then I took the heat-lowering medicine that was in my medicine box. I slowly tried to position her half-sitting body. I took the medicine to her and gave her a glass of water.

His face looks pale. His eyes looked at me with a blank look. Instantly I laid her back to how she was. I kept a close eye on the progress of the effects of the drugs I was given to ensure that the fever was in decline.

As much as I could, I restrained my sleepiness and sat down beside Uwais. Seconds of the wall clock began to sound loud indicating the silence of the night without noise like daylight. Although holding back anxiety, as much as possible I tried to calm my heart so as not to be messed up in giving handling to Uwais.

An hour passed, I again touched his forehead and cheeks that were still wet from the sweat that was pouring out. The fever was still the same without any change. Even the moans of his voice calling his ashes were becoming more and more.

My feelings began to be chaotic not because I was worried about my eldest son's condition. I took my salary to call my brother, but I quickly paused, because I remembered he was working out of town.

My mind was on Deri. I wanted to call him to help me at that time. But my heart hesitated, because for a long time he had no news to us. I called him a few times but his number was deliberately turned off. Video call was never again he did, even himself now like evading. I finally abandoned my intention to contact him.

Early that gripping day I stepped outside the car garage. Immediately I turned on my car and prepared a supply of equipment to take Uwais to the hospital.

I looked at the faces of my three children. There's no way I left Umar and Shanum at home without me. I finally decided to take them all to the hospital.

Uwais's body is getting heavier like never before I carried early to my car. I lay him in the back seat. After feeling safe, I swiftly ran to the room back to pick up Umar who was sleeping so soundly. I carried her while running towards the car. Although there was a vibration when I brought him running, but he remained in his slumber.

After that back I galloped towards the room to retrieve Shanum and immediately carried him. At once I carried a bag of my rangsel that I had filled some Uwais clothes and other children's equipment.

I put Shanum in the front seat to make it safer on the way. I made sure Uwais and Umar were in good condition sleeping in the back seat. I quickly stepped towards the steering wheel. With a breath of breath, I sat down slowly.

I took a deep breath before I drove out my vehicle. As much as possible I threw away my nervous feelings towards Uwais's condition so that I could drive quietly.

Along the way there was a groan Uwais who kept calling her ashes. My heart is not in this situation either. My net was made to water along with my journey. Uwais silence all this time apparently he harbored a very longing for Deri.

Arriving in the ER room, Uwais was immediately handled by several nurses and doctors guard there. My heart is a little relieved. I swiftly carried Umar who was sleeping in the car with Shanum towards the patient bed that was still left in the ER room. I put him in the nurse guard there.

Meanwhile I ran back as fast as I could to the car back to drive my car to the parking lot and make sure Shanum was inside.

Huft....Thank God Shanum is fine. I muttered while looking at her sleeping face with a carefree face.

Soon I returned to the ER room with Shanum in my arms and a bag of rangsel in preparation.

"Mom's here alone?". Ask one of the nurses who was eager to see my situation was thrown off with my three children.

"Yes, I'm on my own...". I answered while watching Uwais as he was being acted on and Umar who was lying on the bed next to Uwais.

"The mother's child has typhoid, she should be treated for a few days...". Said a guard doctor who has been handling Uwais since.

Oh Allah.... Give me strength to be able to face this... My murmured which immediately let out a long breath.

"Well doc, do your best for my son...". I answered while holding Shanum who was a little disturbed from his sleep.

"Let's take my mom to the treatment room... Let us help bring your children into the room...". Said one of the nurses who was sorry to see me who looked tired and my eyes held back sleepiness.

I followed the nurses who pushed my two children. Umar was pushed in a wheelchair, while Uwais was in a hospital bed with a weak lying position and had an infusion attached to his right hand.

In the inpatient room, I tried not to close my eyes, considering Uwais's body temperature had not subsided.

Before long it was heard the sound of Adzan Fajr's voice reverberating the morning signs ahead.

"Emmmmm.... Umi's... This where??". Tanya Umar who immediately woke up and began to open his eyes slowly and squirm his body. His eyes were opened a little surprised to see another room than usual.

"We're in the hospital, son.... Uwais's sister is sick and needs to be treated, so you all brought her here...". Jel explained.

"Hoammmm....". The voice of Umar evaporated.

"Umar take care of Shanum for a moment... Umi wants Fajr Prayer first....". I said to him who was still rubbing his eyes.

"Umar also wants to pray Umi....". Sahut again.

"Because the conditions are urgent... We pray over it, son... Later after the Umi is finished, Umar can pray... Brother Uwais must also be considered...". My message to him and found a nod to his head a sign of understanding.

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This morning after the doctor's visit to the room, I remembered that today was my schedule to fill out a consultation on the woman's health application part of my regular activities once a week. I also started to get confused about my condition. A few steps I paced back and forth thinking about how I could do my job while I was in such trouble.

Shortly heard back Uwais whimpering calling his ashes. Instantly my steps stopped staring at him with a pushy look. My heart felt more and more unable to let himself be tormented so.

I sighed for a moment. I finally decided to leave my eldest son to the nurse.

"Seek a minute, sus... I'm going to go catch up with his father's children... Please take care of Uwais while I stay for a while... I promise I won't be back soon...". I begged the nurse to take care of me that morning.

"Well ma'am, later let our practical brothers who take care of the mother's child in his room to continue to be monitored...". One of the nurses gave me advice.

"Thank you sister...". I said as I took Umar and Shanum away with me to catch up with Deri to his parents' house.

During the trip my heart was beating. All over my body felt a tremor as if I was eager to refuse to move my legs there.

It's the face of Deri's mother. The trauma of his attitude was very burdensome to my heart and was concerned that there would be something that did not wear my heart later.

But as much as possible I tepis it all for the sake of Uwaisku who is now lying in longing for the figure of his father.