Trying To Be Faithful

Luput Smile

"Na, can you afford a hospital with this room?" zahira asked in a whisper as she looked at Nay who had been transferred to the treatment room.

Hasna just smiled.

"Na, don't spend the children's education savings for all this. Their journey is long. I know your money's running out, I'm not sure when Shaki High School will have your money."

Hasna just smiled while holding Shaki. While Puput looks cool talking to Nay. They let go of each other miss and tell each other even though He looks still lethargic.

The bell of the treatment room rang, everyone inside turned to the door.

"Come in" said Hasna before the door opened.

"Excuse me."

Raden appeared followed by his driver in the back who was carrying a parcel of fruit and food.

Zahira looked at Hasna. The look of questions like Who is he?

Hasna simply smiled as she shrugged both of her shoulders. He walked past his best friend just like that and approached Raden.

They walked together towards the bed, bringing His and Puput closer. The look on the face changed instantly. He who was cheerful chatted with Nay became a flat face. Hasna realized that.

"Why bother, sir."

Raden looked at Hasna in surprise when he heard the words sir. Hasna glanced at the faint puput.

Raden understood immediately.

"It's okay, Mom. Here I bring fruit and food for Nay. Hello, Nay. How's it? Did you eat?"

Nay just kept quiet while smiling shyly.

"This ... om bring food for Nay, how do you like it? If you don't like it, tell me what Nay wants?"

"Like, Om." Nay replied in a soft voice while playing his hand.

"Thank you, sir, for visiting and bringing food for Nay. O, yes, introduce. This is my best friend Zahira."

Raden nodded with a friendly smile at Zahira without extending a hand. The rest of the time, he asked Nay to talk.

Hasna and Zahira looked at each other, then they threw smiles at each other for what reason. Only their hearts know.

Not long after, the doorbell rang again. Hasna let her in, and the door opened.

"Haloooo."

"Lang?"

Airlangga waved his hand. Behind Airlangga appeared a very beautiful and white girl.

It seems to be Mas Raden's second child Hasna whispered in her heart.

"Tante, sorry. I was just trying to get busy with college. How's Nay doing?"

"Alhamdulillah is better."

"Tante meet, this is my sister. He really wants to know Auntie."

Hasna smiled as she saw the girl pinch her brother's stomach in embarrassment.

"Hi, what's your name?" ask Hasna.

"I'm Akhtia, Aunt."

"Beautiful is his name. Just like the guy."

"Auntie is beautiful too."

"Masa? Well, thank you, yeah."

Akhtia or just smile. He looked around like he was looking for someone.

"Akhtia, who's the girl?" ask Hasna.

"Said Brother, Aunt has a big son too. Where's?"

"Oh, that's the Puput. That's him sitting on the couch."

Achtia tied Hasna's hand pointing at Puput. He was focusing on his phone screen. With a smile, Achtia approached Puput.

"Hi." Achtia extended her hand. Puput raised his head, then stared at the akhtia.

"I'm Akhtia, you're a Fog, right?" he said full of warmth. Hasna was afraid that Puput would not accept the hand of Achtia.

"Snakes, Brother."

"It's for you."

"What is this, brother?"

"Just open it."

Puput opened the paper bag given by Akhtia.

Seeing what the akhtia brought, Puput looked so happy. The thing he had wanted all along, he finally got. He glanced at Hasna with sparkling eyes and a smile that he was enduring.

Hasna nodded.

A pencil holder brand Smiggel. Not only that, there is also a very cute pink ear phone.

"Favor, Brother."

"Later if there is time we buy both yuk, so you can choose what you like."

The puput nodded quickly.

Hasna smiled happily. Besides because Puput got what he wanted all this time, Hasna was also happy to see Rina happiness in the face of her son who had faded because of the loss of his first love, his father.

"Girl again." Zahira nudged Hasna's arm. Airlangga looked at Hasna, even with Raden who turned his head when he heard Zahira's words.

"Aunty is ugly when it's crying."

"Ishhh, you are this. It's not polite to know." Hasna pushed Airlangga's body slowly. They laugh.

"I also have something for this little brother." Akhtia approached Hasna who was holding Shaki.

"It." Hasna pulled the car out of her bag. Shaki glee.

"Tia, thank you."

Akhtia looked at Hasna. His eyes looked at haru.

"Why? Don't you like Aunt calling you Tia? Sorry, yes, Akhtia."

Akhtia shook his head.

"First, Grandpa used to call her Tia because it was hard to say."

"He was closest to his late father" Raden added.

Hasna nodded slowly.

"But it's okay if Auntie wants to call me Tia, I like it."

Hasna smiled as she stroked Akhtia's cheek.

The atmosphere there became warm, Airlangga who played with Shaki, demonstrated when they competed taekwondo. Raden who was still cool with Nay, and Akhtia who began to look familiar with Puput. Even as they go together to the cafeteria to buy drinks, they come back with a relationship that seems to be getting closer.

"Can I just calm down?"

"About what?"

"About you who seem to have gotten those who really love you and the kids. All this time I have always been anxious and sad to see you are loved by your husband but hated by his family. Let's not worry from now on, okay?"

"Ra, they're just good, nothing more. Don't expect much."

"It's not me who expects too much, you're the insensitive. I was moved when you introduced her to me, she smiled kindly but her hand she put in her pants pocket, in front of you she did not dare to touch another woman."

"After what?" canda Hasna's.

"Godhhh!" Zahira pinched his best friend's hand. They laugh.

"Airlangga, Akhtia, papa first yes. There's something you need to do." Raden bailed amid the warmth that was being intertwined.

"Yes, Pa." Airlangga and Akhtia answered compactly.

"I'll say goodbye first. If there's anything, tell me." Raden said goodbye to Hasna.

"Yes, Sir. Be careful on the road."

Raden nodded as he stroked Hasna's upper arm.

Zahira held back a smile seeing Raden's attitude towards his best friend.

"You're so special, that's why she dares to touch" whispered Zahira teasing her best friend.

Hasna. Even so, his face was warming up. His heart felt something. Like the winter inside his house is warmed up, comfortable