Trying To Be Faithful

Loadings

Hasna looked at her phone screen. There are nominal numbers there. A savings account of the children of a father who no longer exists in the world.

The savings plan was used for their daughter's education. However, now its function is different. Many things require that money be used not for their education. For example, just like now. Since her husband died, she has not continued children's health insurance or herself.

Let alone for insurance, for the cost of living only they have to save and rely on the rest of the money.

Mas, the weight of my life is not you. I really need a friend to share the grief of the moment. I want you to be present and carry this burden with me a little.

Hasna's tears slowly trickled down. Her longing for her husband made her fragile.

With a gontai move, Hasna stood up. He walks to the cashier to pay for Nay's treatment deposit.

"Mba, I want a deposit."

"Whose patient's name, ma'am?"

"Nay. Nayara Anindhita."

"Just a minute, Mom."

While waiting for the cashier to check the data on the computer, Hasna looked away. Looking in different directions even though he had no idea what he was looking for. Her heart only hoped that her husband would come running up to her, holding her in his arms and saying "I'm here, baby. Don't be afraid, yeah."

Hasna's tears came back, draining her reddened cheeks.

"On behalf of Nayara's patient."

"Yes, Mba. How much should I deposit?"

"Nayara's in the ICU, yeah, Mom. The likely cost will be huge plus the mother's entry as a general patient. No insurance, Mom?"

"Nothing, Mba."

"It costs about 15 million rupiah, ma'am. It was as a deposit. If there will be more we will return, if less then mother must pay off the rest."

"If you look at the condition of my son, it might be less yes, Mba."

The cashier just smiled bitterly hearing and seeing Hasna's condition.

"I can transfer, Mba?"

"Bye, Mom. Just use the QR."

"okay."

Transaction completed. Proof of payment has been received by the hospital. Hasna rushes back to the ICU room, where Nay is being treated.

With a complete self-protection device, Hasna came in, then she sat down on the plastic chair next to Nay. The small body looked tired with all the tools attached to its body.

Hasna stroked Nay's hand gently. Her tears came back with a rush.

Her heart crumpled to see her youngest child limp in an unconscious condition with the help of medical devices that adorn her small body.

"Nay, you must be strong. Mother knows you are a great boy. You can get through this, right, kid? You promised to keep mama, didn't you? You must keep that promise. Come back, kid. Mother still needs you, mother please return to the lap of mother, son. Mother please ...."

Hasna buried her face in the bed by Nay's side. No one hears the cry of a frightened mother left behind by her baby. No one saw how deep the great Dann wound he was suffering right now.

Tired, troubled, and lara suffered the heart of Hasna. Walk alone through everything without anyone accompanying.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi ...."

Hasna rubbed her face, raised her hands and began to cry. On top of that prayer Hasna was crying all she wanted. Wounds that were too long untreated, made Hasna confused to complain which wounds and suffering to Rabb - His. He just cried saying "Oh Allah, please servant."

"Hello, Na."

"Ma."

"Where is it there? How's Nay doing?"

"Still the same, Ra. Nay hasn't shown his desire to come back to me. Perhaps, she was too tired from having a mother who only gave her burdens and grief."

"Daddy, eling! He's just gone for a second. Back again later too. You are patient. Don't think anything weird."

"Shaki, how is he? How's puput?"

"Pure. Shaki had no serious injuries. His bones are fine too. Puput at home. Anyway you don't think here. Just fine there. Don't forget to eat, take care of your health."

"Yes, Ra. Just first, yeah. I hung up."

"If there's anything, tell me directly."

"Hmm."

Hasna continued her journey to the canteen. He only bought cold mineral water to quench his thirst. While his stomach was not heedless. With the condition of his son who was at the tip of the spear, Hasna's appetite immediately disappeared.

There were voices of some men talking. They even laughed. I don't know what they're talking about. The clearer the sound was heard, the closer it was to Hasna. The woman just kept quiet while looking at the lid of the mineral water bottle.

The daydreams were broken after someone called out to him.

Hasna raised her head. See who calls himself.

"Sir?"

"Well, are you here?"

"I?" Hasna looked around.

Raden looked at him confused.

"I'm waiting for my son, sir."

"ill? Who?"

"Nay. He's in the ICU now."

"ICU? Wh why? Uh, sorry. How can?"

Hasna tried to smile even though her tears came back.

"Sir, it looks like I'm here for a while. Sorry, I can't deliver to the front."

"It's okay, sir. I'll give you the next news later."

"Good, Sir. Thank you and .. once again I'm sorry."

He's the guy who was with Raden, saying goodbye and then left. Raden sat next to Hasna. Not asking questions and not saying a word. Raden only accompanied Hasna who cried as much as she could. The longer, the more obvious the cry became. Like an old burden piled up and then he took it out slowly.

Raden could only glance at once. There was nothing he could do but quietly accompany Hasna and make sure she was okay.

"If there's anything you want to tell me, I'll be a good listener to you. If there is a problem you face, I will be ready to be the solution. Hasna's."