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After the Divorce

The three people: Rahma, Nely and also Ilyas had just come out of the inpatient room after a few days of staying at this hospital.

Nely's condition had improved so he was allowed to go home by a doctor.

Ilyas encourages his wife in a wheelchair, while Rahma herself carries a paper bag containing the papers from her examination.

“Dad get into the car first, let Rahma who to the cashier all to the pharmacy,” said Rahma after they were on the first floor, not far from the administrative place.

“It's okay we stay?” ask Ilyas to make sure.

“It's okay, Dad.” Rahma smiled. The same thing Ilyas did, then the man stroked the cheek of his beloved daughter. The daughter he had not noticed for a long time, because he was too busy arguing against his wife.

Clearly, they have the opposite attitude. Luckily Rahma did not go down in her mother's nature, otherwise it ruined the old man's life being suppressed by both women at once in his own home.

Her helplessness as a husband made Ilyas always inferior and rarely present at certain events of their family. He's just a PNS who has a meager salary. Very far from the expectations of his wife so far who crave to have a high-income husband.

The long patience that the old man had to face all the disasters in his household. Only one reason for him to stay is Rahma. Only child. After all, he was already unable to go anywhere at his almost twilight age.

“This Father's daughter is the best. Thank you yes, Nak.”

“Sama-sama, Well.”

"Here, take the queue number" Ilyas said.

A moment later, Rahma headed to the place of payment.

Only Ilyas still had expression in the midst of his troubles, while his wife did not. Now the woman is more silent after experiencing temporary paralysis.

From his empty gaze like he was daydreaming about something, to making people around him feel that he was often not in his place. So Ilyas thought, could his wife have a new disease?

“Number 32!”

Rahma raised her head the moment her queue number was called. Then make the payment dependents charged to him.

Luckily Yudha had compensated more than enough, so he was not too eager to find additional funds. Yes—though not as much as I mentioned last time.

In fact, the money requested was even used for his own treatment. Incredible scenario God is walking, inner Rahma thought.

According to the doctor, foot fractures that occur to adults will take longer than the age below.

Rahma is ready for what happened to her mother. Perhaps over the next few months, she will be the busiest person: taking care of her mother as well as being the backbone of the family. Because it was the only thing they expected.

The day after, he had already started working at one of the companystill within this city, after a few days ago doing an interview. He was accepted as an administrative officer. Many hopes are tucked into his prayers at his new job later.

After making the payment, he then headed to the pharmacy to redeem the medicines. Maybe not much different as before, he first queued long and quite boring.

But not long after, came a man and admitted to recognize him.

“We used to be neighbors, Rah. Even a little while you didn't know me at all. Sometimes we also meet somewhere.” he said very confidently. He took a seat right next to Rahma.

“Remember this face, hey!” The man said, pointing at his own face. Forcing Rahma to look at him.

“Is that so?” rahma asked remembering the man in front of her with narrowed eyes. “Ah, you wrong person times.”

“I'm not lying. If I lie, how could I know your name, your father's name, your mother's name. Mother Nely, Mr. Ilyas.”

Rahma shakes. Trying to remember, but never finding the answer. “I don't remember it at all.”

“I Rio Permadi, your colleague also SD time in Pelita Nusa.”

“Yes, Rio,” said Rahma somewhat jerking. He stared in disbelief at the friend who had moved in, now a grown man and quite charming.

“Have remembered me now?” Rio asked again to make sure.

“Here with whom?” ask them at once so that they both laugh again.

“You first,” said Rahma welcome.

“No, you just first.”

“Oh, yes alright.” Rahma smiled back. Happy to see old friends again, decades ago. “I came here with both my parents. But they were waiting in the car,” he explained.

“Who is sick?” ask Rio. “You sick?”

“Not ...my sick mother. He injured his left leg.”

“Fall?”

"Yes on the asphalt."

“You mean vehicle accident?”

Rahma nodded. "Mom was less careful when crossing the street. It just so happened that my house was on the side of the highway. So yeah-so. Understand ... he is old."

“Sabar, yes. A disaster can happen at any time. Indeed, we must be ready to accept the fact that at any time God can give us trials at any time. No matter the look.”

“Thanks, Ri,” said Rahma smiled. “If you are alone why is it here?”

Rio smiled ironically. A smile that also contains a smile has many meanings. “In company of my wife. He's fighting cancer. I'm redeeming the cure.”

“Yes Allah, Ri.” Rahma was shocked and felt pity.

"Heavy trials are upon me."

“Why can?”

“I don't know.” Rio's twitching his shoulders. His eyes were staring blankly at a person who was almost desperate. “Nearly finished what I had for the sake of treating it. Chemotherapy repeatedly, in and out of the hospital, not to mention the drugs we buy, but until now there has been no results. It's even getting worse. Conditions are getting lower day by day.”

“Patience, yes, Ri.” That is all Rahma can say because she cannot say anything else.

Rio nodded. “I've resigned, if God finally takes it. Because I also pity to see him continue to be in pain all day.”

“So long ago your wife was?”

“Most severe a year ago.”

But it seems that their conversation had to be cut short, because an officer called the patient's name on behalf of Nely Martiana.

“Looks like we should pause first, Ri. My mother's name is called,” Rahma said staring at her interlocutor.

“Ya, please.”

Not wanting to be cut off just like that, Rio handed over his business card at the time when the woman was about to leave.

At first, Rahma did not care much. But when he got into the car, the woman reopened her wallet and read the name to try to remember her childhood.

Later in life they will often meet in a state that is already equally alone.

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TO BE CONTINUED.

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