You, Or Him
Episode 38's
“Yes sleep?”
Zia hugged Irene tightly. Buried his face in his mother's mouth and nodded. He slept well, his body felt better than before. A mother is the most powerful medicine for a child.
Irene smiled as she stroked her son's back. Just leave it like this for a second. He was calm as well as his son who looked much more relaxed. Dropping her head over Zia's head, Irene closed her eyes.
“Kata Fisya you don't sleep all night, right?”
Long time no response finally Zia nodded. Making Irene press her still closed eyes.
“Why?”
“Neither sleepy, Ma.”
Irene hit Zia's shoulder slowly. “But lie. You're a mama's boy. Even before you were shaped, my mother knew you well. You need to remind me, you are a human type ****, nempel directly molor. Who was not sleepy will immediately fall asleep if you have met the same mattress pillow. Except..” her speech paused along with her open eyes.
“Sedang fidget.” he continued.
Zia sighed but had no intention of taking off her embrace. “This time mama is wrong.”
“Mama can't be wrong, son.”
“Why is it not possible? Mom is not a fortune teller.”
Irene clucked. He's losing a landslide. “Okay.. So?”
“What, Ma?”
“Still don't want the same story mama?”
“No one wants to be told kok.” replied Zia.
“The floor was cold and hard you know, Zi.”
“Ya continue?”
“If mom pushes you, you will probably get sick?”
“Ngak, Mom. If the fall of ngambang.”
Irene hit Zia's shoulder making the owner grimace then chuckle. “If there were a tuh whose name fell mining, maybe no one would be afraid of falling.”
“Fall in love?” chirps Zia origin. Zia moved her head over Irene's stomach making her mama tremble amusedly.
“Truly mom push you, Zi.” shouted Irene annoyed. The hospital bed is not big enough to accommodate both of them. Those who forced to lie down together could have landed sweetly on the floor if Zia did not stop her movement.
Irene pinched Zia's tummy, stopping her from kissing Irene's stomach. Zia grimaced as she rubbed her stomach. Irene who was loyal to the sideways position was able to see Zia who had changed position became stretched clearly. His lips curled up a smile, his son was back. Although he was sure, it was still not total.
“Ma, Zia hungry. But just want to eat mom's cooking. Keep eating at home.”
Zia was fixated for a moment then pulled her body to sit down. His eyes were straight ahead as if he was thinking of something. He was eager to dispel this sense of insecure, but Zia was powerless. Fear is more dominant. He was afraid of disappointing everyone. He was afraid of the darkness that even he was sure would accompany the rest of his life.
“Sorry yes, Ma.”
“Sorry why?”
Irene who noticed the change of her child also sat down. Staring at her son's pale face with arggh-taste. Which mother could see her child in this state.
Zia looked at the sound of her mother's voice. “Not for proud mama, Zia even made mama shy. Which parent wants a blind child?” lirih. Zia smiled but a smile that led to sadness.
“Who said? You are still the old Zia. Zia's mom's son is equally papa, Zia's sister is Arga's sister, Zia is Fisya's friend and others. It remains Zia who always gives mama the same other happiness. You know what, kid? Your current condition will not change anything, mama guarantee it.” Irene grabbed Zia's hand and stroked using her thumb. Her husband was right, Zia desperately needed support right now. There is no time for him to grieve over his son's condition, he must remain a super hero for Zia.
“Zia even thought, why not just die anyway? Why should I be rich? Zia's scared, Ma. It's so dark.”
Irene growled in annoyance when she heard the child's words. Brushed off Zia's hands and chose to get out of bed. His chest hurt when he heard his own daughter even wanted death rather than living in darkness. He knows, it's not a simple matter. But at least, Zia can be optimistic that she will recover. Simply put, he will definitely get an eye donor.
“Mama can't believe what's in your brain, Zi. You just need to be optimistic, a little try to appreciate us who want you to stay,”, Irene said half-screamed. “Mama is desperately trying to isolate your mama's ego for you, it's not a matter of shame or anything. It's about how you feel when you know that the child you are born with is healthy, perfect, now must feel the darkness in the middle of his life. If you think, only you are sad, only you are hit, you are wrong. Here, we are all sad.”
Zia closed her eyes. A warm feeling now reached his face. He did not want to see his mother angry, and this was not what he had expected from the start.
“Papa cancels all his work outside the city to keep you in control, Arga and Dimas both do not go to work for days because they do not want to miss the moment when you are aware, Fisya never go kebutik even nge-design clothes he was here, Anton and Audi abis got to slaughter the same all clients because Dimas cancel all appointments and they tetep here. When you wake up, by not knowing himself you say it's better to die?”
Irene's reddened eyes held back her heartache and emotions that could now have exploded. “Mama did not expect to have a child who minus your rich feelings. We think of you, while you? Don't think of us, think of yourself.”
Zia flinching.
Irene turned her eyes away from Zia. The boy was really good at playing with his feelings. Not strong to see her son crying, Irene chose to walk to the sofa to take her bag that had been placed there. While attaching the bag strap to her left shoulder, Irene glanced back at Zia. The boy was still crying.
“Mama thinks mom has made it to be a mom. Mama thought she played the role of mother very well. But no, my mom was wrong. Even mama does not know you well, mama does not know how you think, foreign mama really turns out.” Irene wiped her tears then continued, “You need some alone time right? Please aja.”
“Ma... Not what Zia means,” he said softly. He knows he's wrong, but that's not the way.
“One more time, do not ever meet mama if you still think it is better to die than to live it with us.” along with that the sound of closed doors sounds loud.
Zia covered her face using both hands. He came back crying. Disappointing her mother was definitely not her wish. Zia hugged both knees and buried her face between them. Not only his heart is sick, but his mother's mind must be the same. Although Irene didn't sound like crying, Zia was sure that her mother must be sad.
“Ma, sorry Zia. After this, Zia promises to stay the spirit.” softly.
TBC✨
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