Trying To Be Faithful

Wearied

Living the first day without Puput feels heavy for Hasna. Life used to be five, then four, and now three.

That's life, there's always going to be something called goodbye. One by one will go away sooner or later, temporarily or forever.

Those who leave will gain new places, new habits, and new friends. However, those who were left behind had to live with memories, and it was very stifling.

Wake up in the morning, bathe Nay who has entered Kindergarten, and Shaki who is now first class SD. Luckily their school was still one institution, one gate, so Hasna set out at a time.

"Go home first, yeah. Nay same old me. I'll pick you up again."

Nay, who is still unfamiliar with the school environment, looks reluctant when she wants to be left behind by Hasna. Luckily the acidazah there is very good and care. They help persuade Nay to be left by his mother.

As soon as possible Hasan returned home to tidy up the house, cook and do household chores in general.

Sometimes if there is an order, homework will be done early before the children wake up.

After drying her clothes, Hasna gets ready to go back to school to pick up Nay.

"Nay, after eating play in the room first yes. Mommy wants to make a sponge first order people."

"Yes, Bun."

Hasna started making sponge dough. There's an order of a viewing sponge and two old-fashioned balls. For Hasna, it was already tolerable although fortunately not much.

Hasna picks up Shaki, then delivers the sponge to the buyer.

On the way home, Hasna felt her breathing hot. He also felt cold but was sweating a lot.

"Why is this a body? Because I forgot to eat."

"Here, I have bread from Temen. Mommy hasn't eaten yet?"

"Yes can. Mommy forgot to eat just now at the hour it's time to pick you up."

Shaki unscrewed the plastic bread, he also gave Hasna a drink that was still left in Tumbler.

Arriving home, Hasna locked the door so that her children would not leave the house. The key is stored in the closet so that it cannot be reached by Shaki or Nay.

After taking the medicine, Hasna laid her body to rest for a moment.

"Mother sleep for a while, you don't go anywhere."

"Yes, Mother."

As Hasna falls asleep, Shaki's phone, which is being used to watch YouTube, rings.

"Hello ...."

"Hello, this is Shaki what is Nay?"

"Shaki's."

"Shaki, it's Om. Which mother, dear?"

"Sleeping. He said he's not feeling well now that he's sleeping out of medication."

"ill? What pain?"

"It's hot, Om."

"Oh, okay. Shaki, son, you're not going anywhere. Just keep your mom there and go there, okay?"

"Yes, Om."

After closing his conversation with Shaki, Raden immediately went to meet them. In addition to worrying about Hasna, Farid also worries about Shaki and Nay. They're just little kids who don't know anything.

"Den, Raden."

Raden's hasty steps, forced the day to stop when Handi called him.

"Hurry up, where are you going?"

"What's up, Uncle? If there's nothing important, I'm leaving."

"No, uncle is just wondering where you want to go in such a hurry. Is there an emergency?"

"none. If it's just a small talk, excuse me."

"Raden, why do you always talk to me? What was uncle wrong?"

"Can we talk about that at home? Really, I don't want to talk right now."

Raden snorted in annoyance, then he left.

"Raden, Raden. If it wasn't for you, my nephew. I'm not gonna let you out here, not the leader but the work at will."

Handi walked into his room while calling someone.

It takes 45 minutes to travel from the hospital to Hasna's house. At a fairly high speed, Raden brought his car.

As soon as he arrived, he immediately ran towards the front door.

"Hasna, open. Na, open the door."

Hearing Raden's voice, Shaki immediately walked out of the room towards the front door.

"Shaki open the door."

"I can't, the key's in the closet."

"Wake up, Shaki. Tell me there's om outside."

Raden and Shaki were talking through the window slit.

The boy returned to the room, trying to wake his mother. Hasna wake.

"What's up, kid? Are you hungry?" asked Hasna who was still closing her eyes. Not because of drowsiness but resisting the pain that spread in his head.

"No, Bun. It's out there Om Raden."

"Huh? Why is Om Raden here?" asked Hasna with her weak voice. Hasna's hair is messy without her pigtails. Just by wearing a negligee, he tried to stand up even though his head felt heavy.

"Maas ...."

"Na, what are you sick with?"

Raden is approaching Hasna. Holding his head which turned out to be very hot.

"We went to the doctor. Your body is hot."

"My head hurts a lot, Mom."

Hasna's body was staggering because her patio head was so heavy. Hasna pulled Raden's suit, then rested her head on Raden's chest.

"Na, let's go to the doctor."

"Hmm."

Raden had Hasna enter the car. After Hasna sat down comfortably, she returned home. Take Nay and Shaki, check the doors and windows, then lock the doors.

"You guys sit sweet, yeah. We'll take you to the nearest doctor first."

"Yes, Om."

Raden took Hasna to the nearest clinic they passed by. Hasna was examined, then prescribed medicine to be redeemed. The doctor said Hasna was exhausted.

"Hasna, you come with me home huh. In your home there is no one. What about the kids?"?

Hasna did not answer she just muttered. Seeing Hasna's condition like that, Raden finally decided to take them to his house because he did not want unwanted things to happen if they were in his own house.

Raden himself could not accompany let alone sleep in Hasna's house. He did not want Hasna's good name tainted, considering the housing was small, unlike Raden's home which was far from the rest of the houses.

"Wait, Mom." Hasna pulled Raden's hand. His aching head could not be compromised to stand.

Raden carried Hasna inside the house, while Nay and Shaki followed behind.

"Bi, please take care of the children. Call Tuti here too."

"Yes, sir." Bi Juriah took Nay and Shaki out of the room.

Not long after that Tuti came.

"What's up, sir?"

"Tut, please take the compress and water here. Bring a drink too."

"Yes, sir."

Raden covered Hasna's body in half. Checking Hasna's forehead again. Still feverish.