YOU ARE MY PRIEST

YOU ARE MY PRIEST 23

Since yesterday's incident, my body has been a little carefree for some reason? I may be too stressed. A blue blanket enveloped my body, my body so cold. My tears kept flowing, that longing gaze remained a ghost to me.

"I also miss him" I said, my face hiding under the covers.

"Who misses you, son?" The soft voice made me look up, my aunt smiled sweetly at me, "Ryan has a fever son," she explained, to my surprise.

"Ryan's sick? Where's ryan?" My worry enveloped me.

"He's home, now you go back. Maybe, Ryan misses you," my aunt said, her hands hugging me tightly, "Don't follow your son into your troubles, son."

My hand moved looking all over my clothes no exception, the small suitcase was ready to receive my clothes. This worry cannot be denied anymore, even though Mas Firman was wrong I also participated guilty for including Ryan in my problems and Mas Firman. My tears came down so hard, I never thought it would be this heavy again ordeal. I was quite selfish with my decision to live alone with my second child.

"Bi, after this I will go home, please tell me the same mama ya bi, tell Ryan to take care of it for a while" I said, then closed my suitcase.

My feet were walking away, my aunt and uncle's kisses were so warm I could feel. The online taxi is already in front, my pamit has been quite a long time since. A sweet smile was engraved clearly on their faces, I was just staring sweetly.

My little phone was ringing so hard, I didn't pay attention at first but it was repeatedly on my phone.

"Hallo," I said to someone over there who called me.

"Hanum, please meet me for a while in the park" replied Bagas, his eloquent voice memorizing me.

"What's wrong? I'm in a hurry Bagas!" I said, it's true that my worry is growing.

"For a moment, I want to talk about something."

"All right, wait another five minutes."

The taxi I was riding was walking towards the park, I don't know? Why is he so serious. Most importantly right now, I'm going to go home quickly and meet my son.

I was already at the promised spot, the figure of Bagas standing right in front of me. I just sighed when I saw him smiling at me, not a word said to me. What then? What important thing? Want to look at me like this?

"You what? Why was she just looking at me?" I broke the silence between us.

"I miss you so much, Num" she replied, her hand now grabbing my hand tightly grasping my hand, I just let out a heavy sigh.

"Is that what I mean?" I asked him, my eyes not focused on him anymore.

"I want you to be mine, Num" he said, his feet stepping forward in front of me. His hands were firmly holding my hips, I couldn't get his hands off my hips.

"I'm married" my eyes no longer look at him, "I'd better go home." My hands were trying to let go of her weakened moans, I was sick of seeing her face constantly looking at me. My foot stepped away from him, there was no obstacle.

I entered the taxi, the taxi driver immediately stepped on the gas to get out of the park.

Bagas eyes keep staring at my taxi car until it really goes from the park, I can not think why he was so determined to get me back.

We have a life partner each.

My witness stopped the house I was going to, yes my mother's house. My hand immediately handed the driver a delivery fare, then stepped down from the taxi. My tears are so heavy, so miss me with this atmosphere.

"Assalamualaikum," my greeting from outside the door and accompanied by a knock on the door. There was no reply from inside the house, I tried to peek between the windows, the house was quiet and empty. Maybe Ryan's in the room, I run to the back of the house staring at my window, nobody in it. Now that my worry became part of my soul, smeared my body, my hands trembled.

I get my little phone, whoever it is I have to call them.

"Hanum, where are you, son?" A greeting from my mother on the phone.

"Where are you? I miss you guys?" Overshipped.

"Your mom's in the hospital, Ryan's got dengue, son."

Without a word from me, I ran and ordered a taxi. My mother immediately sent me the hospital address, the worry had become so, I couldn't help but cry. What else is this, O God? I'm not that strong.

******

Sweaty granules drenched my face, often rubbed. My feet keep running towards my son's room, I can't have to be tested this heavy. At the end of my stop, I caught the figure of my mother pacing the ICU room, my tears just flowing. My legs are running slowly, my heart is stuck, it hurts and it makes me want to fall.

"Where is Ryan now, Ma? I want to see Ryan now?" Isakanku.

"He's a high thug, kid! Mama's almost freaked out, and, you're here Mama's feeling a little calm at least there's you next to her."

I took my mom to sit in the waiting chair row, right next to Ryan's room to fight her pain. Ever since, I haven't seen my husband's nose, does he not know Ryan's condition?

"Where is Mas Ryan?" I asked, my mother just stared dimly, how many minutes my mother replied, "Word a few days to go home late at night, son." My eyes were wide open, I didn't know how else to ask him how he was doing. Suspicious? That's how I feel, where is he sleeping? Then why that jam!

The sound of footsteps was clearly heard heading towards us, my gaze staring at the figure approaching us. Messy hair, an untidy shirt.

Someone was getting closer, and I recognized his face. Mas Firman? With circumstances like?, My steps are heavy, I stand up from my seat, my soul is not as strong as my tears want to cry, I want to get angry, want to berate the person who came this furiously.

"Mas, where are you from?" I asked, her eyes not looking at me just passing me by, "I'm asking, at least appreciate it!" I pressed my voice, her steps stopped.

He didn't look at me at all, or even turn around to be in front of me, "I don't want to fight, I want to meet my son," he replied, his foot stepping back into Ryan's room.

If I wasn't this strong I might be unconscious, and it would make my son's situation worse.

"Where then? Until Ryan's like this?" I asked, no response from him. It hurts, I want to scream at his ears.

My head was already filled with emotion, my hands clasped his wrists tightly and dragged him away from the ICU room.

"Why pull me here?" He asked, my eyes looking at him so sharply, "Tell me! Where have you been?" His gaze did not look at me at all, not even answering my question, "Jawab!" My tone is hard, my anger is controlling me.

"Stop to ask! It's none of your business! You're the one who told me not to bother you!" Clearly, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, yet I did not stop staring at the same thing as him, "Say! From where!?"

He didn't answer anything, my patience wasn't the solution to deal with it, "Say! Why has Ryan been sick since I left! Where is the father figure? Huh huh? Until my mom gets to drive Ryan here herself?" I firmly believed, he just glanced at me without a word.

"Don't make me angry Word! Just saying? I'm sick of this stale base! I had enough of a hold on my emotions from earlier, without a word from you!"

"I told you it's none of your business!" Like, I know this is going to happen, I know what else to do. He was too cold to me, "Free yesterday you came to see me, admitting that this is your son. I don't know, what's in your brain right now, I can't have to guess the contents of your brain anymore."

My feet stepped heavily away, tapping the baby in my womb. This condition is not good for my baby, I must be able to sort out the best for me and my son.

Although I survived not because of him, at least I survived for my son. My first and second child, I don't have to be concerned with my ego, there's something I have to pay attention to again. Ryan's situation is more important than anything.

"Son," said my mother, I looked at my mother softly, "Let the Word win itself, don't get carried away with emotions, son." I just smiled sweetly.

If there is an answer, maybe my problem has an answer. I believe God has a good plan, I just plan everything there must be a way.

******

I woke up in my deep sleep, my mother was not beside me, my eyes tried to open as a result, it was true I could not open it.

Inpatient Room, Hospital

A man's steps are heard many times, until he has to slow down his steps.

His eyes looked at a loved one, dissolved in his sleep in a coma.

His son has not been said to be cured, now the wife who yesterday was so firm against him must also weaken his condition.

There is no thought other than worry in the mind of the Word, do'a that is slalu-promised by him.

His wife, who was now pale in face, made him realize that his mistake had exceeded the limit. Meanwhile, his wife was pregnant with her second child who had been wasted.

"Patience, son" greeting the woman behind the Word, he looks to bring food in his hands as well.

"Yes, Ma" replied the Word, not dwelling on Hanum's current state.

The pain is deep, that is what the Word feels. He is a tripical person who does not want to share his problems, let alone his emotional problems. He may be, an open person. However, he never shared any problems of feeling, pain, pain, disappointment and jealousy.