Trying To Be Faithful

Reliquiae

Hasna could only chat asking Zahira about her children. He wanted to do the video call thing but it would cloud the atmosphere. Young children will cry if they see their mother being cared for. While with Puput, Hasna continued to communicate separately.

"With chat with his son?" asked Raden who suddenly came.

"Eh, Sir? I thought you were coming home with the driver."

"I waited in front for fear that my mother would not be comfortable with me here."

"That's a little weird, sir. Besides we are not muhrim, we do not know each other. It means just know."

"I'll just go back to the front then."

Hasna looked out the window, it was raining quite a lot outside.

"It's okay, sir. Just here."

Raden turned around. "Is it okay?"

Hasna nodded slowly.

"Sorry, Sir. My head hurts, I stay asleep, yeah."

"Oh, yes. Please, please. I'll just sit here."

Hasna turns her body when lying down. Covering his body with a blanket to cover almost his entire face, leaving only his eyes and head.

Hasna's tears came back.

Mas, if only who took care of me was you, maybe it would feel different. I'll ask you to rub my sore head. I'll have you bribe me because I'm dizzy sitting down. I will also ask you to take a wash for me to pee because my legs hurt when walking. But now I have to do everything myself. I even have to look fine. Mas .. I miss you.

Despite not making a sound, but Raden could see Hasna's body movements behind the blanket. His shoulders moved but did not correspond to his breath. Get off at a slightly faster tempo.

Does she miss her recently deceased husband? That's for sure. He was in pain but I could do nothing but accompany him and make sure he wasn't alone.

Raden looked back at his phone screen. Watching news, YouTube, and other social media. I don't know what he's looking for. Just looking around with no definite purpose.

"Tomorrow bring Bi Juria here."

The chat he sent.

"Good, sir."

The chat reply did not come for a minute.

At least Bi Juria could help him here.

Raden kept his phone. He laid his body on the small sofa in the room. His tired eyes began to close.

"This is Bi Juria. He's been working on me for a long time." Raden introduced his maid to Hasna when the sun had already appeared even though she looked timid and hid behind a rather black cloud.

Hasna smiled kindly.

"Bi, I have to go home because I have a job. Please take care of him for me, yeah. Aunty help him stuff times need nothing. And this ...."

Raden took out some money.

"It's money for aunty or Ms. Hasna wants to buy something. I will be back in the afternoon."

"It's mostly for the afternoon, sir."

Hasna smiled faintly at Raden.

"okay, yeah. Nothing else, is it? Excuse me first."

Hasna nodded. Raden is gone.

"Mom, is there anything I can do? Want me a massage?"

"No, Bi. I don't need anything. I just want to get well because I miss the same kid at home."

"Yes, yeah. Want to drink some stuff?"

Hasna shook her head slowly.

Hasna and Bi Juria seemed to be chatting. They look familiar even though they have just met. Hasna was no longer as silent as when there was Raden.

"Excuse me."

Bi Juria and Hasna turned towards the door. A woman and a man appeared.

"Mother?"

Ms. Sari approached Hasna.

"Here you take the VIP room? Is it not expensive to pay? If you can pay for a hospital as good as this, you pay for the needs of your husband. It does not have to be your mother and husband who pay. Oh, yes, the mother of the company also gave condolence money, where is the money? what are you wearing?"

"Mom, as long as you know, I'm the one who paid for everything. Mom and the others just love her, don't they?" answer Hasna politely.

"Keep, that's the condolence money from which company? What are you wearing? Your sister Widia wants to pay practicum money."

"Mom, Mas Azam is not there, Widia's college tuition period should still be me who gig? The money from the company is not how much and that I save for children's savings. They still have to go to school."

"Well, if your child goes to school, can you help?"

Hasna could only silently hear her in-laws.

"Your savings and Azam's money must be a lot, right? At least for the Azam sodara, they are entitled."

"Hak? then who will vouch for the children of Azam sage, ma'am? We still have to live. Puput, Nay, and Shaki still have to go to school, have to eat and snack."

"You've been stingy since the deed of life."

Ms. Sari just left Hasna. Woman bowing her head. Her tears were dripping for how many times.

"Mr ...." Bi Juria approached Hasna. Gently rubbed his shoulders. Although it did not explain anything, Bi Juria could understand what was going on with Hasna.

"Sorry, yes, Bi. Aunty should see all this?"

"It's okay, Mom. I understand it. Mother is right, keep the relics of the mother's husband for the children. I think even if the money will be loving mother, if the children of school mothers will certainly not be helped. If the intention is to help, do not ask for money savings of the mother's husband."

"Thank you, Bi."

"If you want to cry, crying is okay."

Hasna, who has always harbored everything, has no energy to remain silent. He was crying.

Hasna's grim cry was heard by Raden who had been outside since.