Trying To Be Faithful

Gathering

For a few days Hasna felt empty. He lost something that had been the source of his encouragement through the day.

Since the incident that morning, Hasna never got any more news from Raden. Let alone the phone asking for news, and pleasantries just for the sake of wanting to hear the voice of the heart, give a message or just say hello was not.

Disappointed, that was what Hasna felt. Even so he realized if there were more important things than just matters of the heart, children.

The afternoon felt so hot, even though in the car the heat was still there. And the night will rain so hard.

The change of seasons sometimes begins with no weather. Even with human life. It takes time to get up and down to get something. Happiness and pain come and go until God's destiny finally brings us to what point. Be happy? Or sad?

Making cakes is an activity that can make Hasna forget for a moment the emptiness of her heart.

Thanks to the help of Zahira, and also Airlangga who promoted his trade, now Hasna's activities are increasing. In fact, sometimes Hasna asks a neighbor for help to help her if the order is too much.

Until nightfall, all the feelings came back. The thing that made Hasna feel completely alone now.

Prestigious, maybe that's what Hasna felt when she wanted to start greeting Raden. Communicating with the Achtians he never discussed his papa.

"Even now Achtia is a little different" Hasna complained because Achtia sometimes did not reply to messages from her.

"Bun, tomorrow I have a pickle field trip. We're making pizza."

"Masa? Nice, nih, Nay wants to make pizza. I want to eat pizza made by Nay."

"My pizza must be good, I want to make a good one for you."

"Okeee, you're so impatient."

"Prophe dong, Bun. It's tomorrow."

"Yes, yes." Hasna hugged her youngest daughter's body tightly. Shaki has been asleep since. Since entering SD, Shaki always sleeps early, maybe because he is tired of too much activity.

In the morning, Shaki always asks to leave faster, while Nay is awakened. Hasna always felt a migraine when morning came.

However, that was what he was enjoying at the moment. Realize that he will only go through these times for a little while. Puput. If they are old enough, they will go one by one. Hasna will only live alone in her house.

Thinking about it, he recalled Raden.

If only I had a companion, maybe I would have spent time with him as the children began to grow up and slowly left.

"Come, we're ready."

"I'm late to know. You, hell, it's hard to wake up." Shaki grumbled at Nay.

"So I'm still sleepy."

"Yes, don't go to school." Shaki.

"Ssttt, don't fight. We're really gonna be late if you guys keep debating."

Shaki gets into the car with his upset face, while Nay behaves as if he has nothing wrong.

Hasna laughing.

"Eh, mama Nay. How are you doing? Long time no see."

"Good, Mah. How's Mama Sabil?"

"I'm good too. Oh, yes, mamah Nay would like to join nengokin Zaidan? He said he's still hospitalized."

"Oh, haven't you come home yet? I guess it's. Then, he did not meet his mother first dong huh? Duh, what a fuck. I'm out of surgery, go home his mother is not there."

"Yes, yes, Mah. His name is age no one knows. They were in an accident until they lost their mother. Duh, sad me if inget them."

"Yes, Mah. Oh, yes, Mama Sabil's on the children's bus, do you have your own car?"

"Eh, you can't take the bus. He said to let his children be independent. I brought my own car. Same with the other mothers too. Mamah Nay?"

"I'm behind the bus, Mas. Drive yourself."

"Oh, okay, man. Then mama Nay came along?"

"Follow, I'll buy some fruit first."

"No need to buy, we bought it. Too bad if you're afraid of not eating."

"Yes, if that's it. That's the bus leaving, hayu ah."

The bus departed followed by several cars of parents who accompanied their daughter's son.

Hasna's phone rang, a notification from Nay's school group. There is an announcement if parents should not go to the children's event. So, they decided to visit Zidan.

Hasna arrived at the parking lot. He got out of the car to look for the others.

"mam, we've got a leaky tire. Hasn't the hospital been?"

Mamah Sabil sent a chat.

"Already, mam."

"Then go mam. Zaidan's in the children's ward. Room no 4a."

"okay, mam. Don't I just wait, let's just be together."

"Wasn't the seal waiting?"

"No, mam. I'll wait in the cafeteria."

"okay."

Hasna sighed. Then he walked to the cafeteria. After waiting long enough, Hasna got a chat if the other mothers had arrived. Hasna's joining us soon.

While on the way Hasna steps a little slowly when she sees someone. Yes, Raden is walking with Azalea.

"Mam, what's wrong?"

"Ah, it's nothing, Mam."

Hasna tried to think positively. They are just walking anyway. Who knows, just a coworker or a friend, he thought.

However, Hasna remembered something. He felt he had seen the woman but nowhere.

While entering the room where Zaidan was treated, Hasna met with doctor Sinta who happened to be examining Zaidan.

"Ma ...."

"Doctor, how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

"Good."

Doctor Sinta looked at Hasna with a sad look.

"What's wrong?"

"I salute you, Na. You're patient, strong, tough again."

"Well, the doctor can."

"Na, let's talk yuk."

"May, but for a minute I go in first for a spit."

"yes, sure. Please."

After finishing greeting, Hasna immediately came out to meet Sinta. However, how shocked Hasna was when out there was Raden and the woman he saw earlier.

Sinta scratched her forehead.

"Eemmm, I'm the same Hasna wants a coffee in the upper canteen. If you have to, you can do it later."

"Loh, that's it. I'd like there to be a need, wouldn't I, Pah?"

Whah? Hasna surprised.

Raden had never looked at Hasna since they met. Ignoring Azalea who called herself.

Is he .. yes right, he's his ex-wife Mas Raden. Airlangga once showed me his picture at that time . Did they re-refer? I deserve to never get word from him.

"So, go ahead if you need to. I also have to catch up with Nay who is field trip. Next time we'll cover it."

"Na, Hasna."

Hasna ignored Sinta's call. He kept walking as fast as he could to avoid Raden. In fact, women's steps are smaller and faster than men's steps.

"Follow me."

Raden pulled Hasna's hand. Turn towards his room.