Trying To Be Faithful

Hospital

One month, two months, and time keeps rolling. Now, Shakira has sat in class 1 SD, Puput class 6 and Nay entered Kindergarten. Every morning Hasna would be busy taking care of the children who wanted to go to school. Take and pick up his son.

In addition to school, Hasna's children are also busy participating in other additional activities. Shakira taekwondo, Swim Tear and Nay coloring.

Every day they will be busy. At least that a little diverted Hasna's grief even though a year had passed.

"Bun, this is my sister. Bun, please anterin prayer book monitoring brother left behind at the study table in the room."

A chat from Puput's homeroom number, come in. Hasna, who happened to have finished her homework, immediately prepared the food and went back to school. This time he brought a two-wheeled vehicle because it was considered faster to arrive than carrying four wheels.

"Where are you going?" ask Ms. Sari, Hasna's father-in-law.

"Nganterin's book has Puput, ma'am."

"Oh. Oh yes, in the afternoon your sister-in-law will be coming home."

"Sister-in-law?"

"Yes, Ana wants to go home with her husband and son."

"Thank God, after three years of not coming home, finally going home."

"Yes. You don't stay in school for long, help me cook."

"Yes, Mom."

After the chat was over, Hasna turned on her bike and headed straight for school.

On the way he felt bad. His heart is not broken. Trying not to suuzon but his mind just kept on going there.

Ana, Bu Sari's second child who has been away for a long time, will suddenly go home. Hasna's heart was not calm because the last Ana came instead made a scene.

Hasna shook her head hoping that her bad thoughts on Ana, were gone. However, Hasna's concentration was scrapped thinking about the things that had frightened her since. He didn't even notice when he was about to turn not looking right left and ....

"Eh, accident!"

"Please, please."

A few people who happened to be there, and aa who was passing by stopped and helped Hasna who was lying down.

Faintly heard those who swarmed him.

"Please take it, sir. I'll take responsibility."

Someone stopped the passing car, Hasna was put in the car accompanied by two people, husband and wife.

Hasna felt her head so heavy. Slowly he opened his eyes.

"I why?" he asked while holding his sick head.

The upper back of Hasna's head was bandaged. He felt tremendous pain. His feet were sore and linu.

"Na, you're sober?"

Hasna knew that voice.

"Ra, what's wrong with me?"

"Bumped."

Hasna frowned.

"So, I called your phone. Wanna tell me that the ones who picked up my kids were because I wanted to take them to pizza. Uh, who picked up the phone and someone else, she told me you were in an accident. Yeah, I'm here now."

"Oh, thanks, Ra. Uh, Ra. If the accident can not use BPJS, right?" ask Hasna worried.

"Why? You just calm down, the person who hit you will be fully responsible. Know where he was, just said he wanted to buy food. You know if you run away."

"Why am I in the room? It should be in the ER."

"You need to be treated, he said."

"If I'm in the care of, keep going"

"My kids take care of it. You just calm down. You have to heal first."

"Rb ...."

Hasna laughed bitterly.

"Excuse me." Someone enter.

"Well, here's the guy who hit you. It's been a long time, sir. I thought I was gonna run away."

"Ish, Ra." Hasna pinched her best friend's hand.

"I'll take responsibility. Where could I have just run away."

"Thankful deh. Oh, yes, my best friend here is a kara, her husband just died and she has no sodara. I'll take care of her kids, and I'll take care of her mom, okay? We're on duty, sir."

Zahira's name sounded loud and commanding. Of course it was because he was angry that his best friend ended up in the hospital.

"Yes, Mom. I'll take care of Mba's friend. I'll keep him here. Please come home."

"Excused?"

"We are for duty, do we want to be here and I take care of the children?"

"Eh, yes, no. Sawan tar kids meet dad."

Hasna felt bad for the man because of his best friend's words.

"Na, I'll go home first. Anyway you just calm down here, heal the wound first, I'll take care of the trio kurchil."

"Thank you, yeah, Ra."

Zahira nodded. He came home after hugging his best friend.

"So, my name is Raden." The man extended a hand.

"Hasna's."

"Sorry, yeah. Because of me you've become like this."

"Not really, I was a bit focused and did not look around. Emmm, if you have other needs it is okay to stay. I can do it myself."

"No, really. It just so happens that I'm not busy so I can keep Ms. Hasna here."

"Can that be?"

"Can."

Hasna nodded small.

"If you need anything, say it. Here, eat this bread and drink a lot. I was eating in front of me but nothing seemed to taste good, let alone healthy. Let's just wait a minute, the house people will deliver food for us."

Hasna raised one eyebrow.

Raden kept bread and bottles in the little nightstand next to the bed.

"This is VIP why is the room like this?" Raden complained about the condition of the room Hasna occupied.

"Are we just moving hospitals? In the city many nice and comfortable hospitals."

"No need to bother, sir. This is good too. More than enough."

Raden kept looking around. He looked at the state of the hospital with a look of annoyance and disgust.

"Sir Raden, I'm fine here by myself. Father can go home. You're not comfortable in this place."

"I am okay. You're the only one who's sick is it okay?"

Hasna shook her head.

"So, please come home. I'm really okay."

"Attent, yeah. I'll call first."

Raden turned his body and turned his back on Hasna.

"Supir asked the room. He'll be here soon to bring food."

Hasna nodded slowly.