Alin and Hazar
93

The days keep changing. Though Hazar's weight still had to obey his mother's advice. Alin often cries alone in the room. And it just makes it even worse and more agitated.

I want him to lie on that bed. Clutching that vibrating body firmly. Removing those tears that never stop.

And whisper words of apology and longing to the owner of his heart. Instead, he lay on another bed, in a different room, holding up his laptop and acting like a coward who was afraid to act.

“Ma, Alin crying again.” his sister on Mama Rosa. When he was unable to stare at the computer screen showing a picture of his wife who was crying. He always called and complained to his mother. He no longer knew who he would share this story with.

“Hazar... You still activate CCTV in Alin's room!”

“Ma, she's getting thinner. He also vomited after dinner. Is she okay?” Hazar kept telling me even though Mama Rosa didn't respond. In a soft voice he spoke at length. “Try Mama ask Aunt Fatma, besides eating spicy what else Alin likes. Do I have to change the cook in the kitchen? Maybe Alin's vomiting 'cause they don't work. Can't Mama send Aunt Fatma back here. If Aunt Fatma was cooking, Alin would definitely love whatever it was her type of food.”

I heard Mama Rosa sighing across the street. “You only have two more days. Your father-in-law will also be back in two days. Remember that! If you get a divorce, your child will be taken care of by your father-in-law. We have already agreed and signed the custody agreement. ”

***

“Two more days, two more days.”

Mama Rosa's words continued to ring in Hazar's ears. Whether it be two days, a week, a month, or a year if he stays silent and does not act, his relationship with Alin will remain this way, there will be no progress. But, what action should he take?

Hazar let out a long sigh while massaging her head which was dizzy again. From morning he was sitting in his office. He is not strong enough to do anything. At four o'clock in the afternoon Mama Rosa called. After almost a week today, his mother wants to meet him.

“Why should it be in the mole, Ma?” hazar protests disagree as her mother makes an appointment to meet at the mole. “Let me to mama's apartment only.”

“Cannot!” sergeant Mama Rosa fast. “If you don't want, yes.. already.”

Twenty minutes later...

“You came alone?” Mama Rosa cackled and glanced at the people behind Hazar's back.

“Iya.” Answer Hazar briefly. His face looked slab and uninspired. Mol is a very lazy place to visit. But because of the compulsion he is here now. Sitting in an almost full fast food stall. “What Mama waiting for someone?” ask Hazar because his mother is still staring at the door.

Instead of answering Hazar's question, Mama Rosa waved her hand. With a crisp face. “Mala! Here's my dear."

“Tante.”

“Sit, Babe.” Mama Rosa pointed at the empty bench beside Hazar.

Hazar clucked lazily, apparently his mother also invited others.

“Hai, Brother!”

Hazar remained silent with his plate face, not intending to return Mala's greeting. “I wait for Mama in the parking lot only.” Hazar stood up.

“Sit!”

Without being ordered a second time, Hazar sat down.

“Ngga have anything you want to talk about?” mama Rosa asked Hazar, after almost five minutes she chatted with Mala. Ignoring Hazar who looks angry.

“Besok only, I want to go home.”

“Yes already, you go down first. Mama later followed.”

Hazar was getting caught off guard by his mother's words just now. Without saying another word, he went outside.

After Hazar's back was no longer visible, Mama Rosa's face changed, staring at Mala.

“Really, Dear. Would you like to help Auntie?” Mama Rosa grabbed Mala's hand.

“Iya, Aunt.” Mala answered confidently. “Tante look, I've prepared.” Mala pointed at her clothes and makeup. “I look grown up, don't I?”

Mama Rosa researched, paying attention to how to dress and make up Mala. “Yes, perfect! You are beautiful.” Praise Mama Rosa.

Mama Rosa's plan this time is to make Alin jealous. He had wanted to ask Luna for help, but stopped, because he already felt bad because he had failed Luna, his nephew. Be he asks Mala for help, the centile and chatty niece he once had.

“You want Aunt buyin what?”

Mama Rosa's forehead was wrinkled, not usually Mala refused a gift from her. “Truth?” Mama Rosa still can't believe it.

“Iya, Aunt. Udah, let's go down, Brother Hazar must be angry now, over time waiting for us.” Mala stood pulling Mama Rosa's hand to stand up.

“Before, Auntie telfon was Alin's driver. Let you guys get to her house together.”

“Hmmm..” Mala agreed.

“Tante, should I pretend to limp.” Mala found an idea.

Without being explained by Mala, Mama Rosa immediately understood what Mala was planning.

Sure enough, when they reached the parking lot, they were greeted by the angry face of Hazar.

“Be careful, Darling.” Mama Rosa gets Mala to get into Hazar's car.

Hazar protested in no way.

There was not a single woman who could sit next to him, except for her mother and Alin.

“Let Mala go home with you. Poor him, he fell in the toilet.”

“I don't have time, Ma. Alin must be home by now!” hazar protests still don't take hold.

“Time for what, besides Mala also came home to us. He won't waste your time. ”

“What! What's he doing home for?”

“Mama ask him for help to pick up the goods Mama.”

"Mom can ask Aunt Yona or Karin for help."

"It's fast, there." Mama Rosa encourages Hazar to get in the car, then asks Mr. Rozak to leave the mole parking lot immediately.

*

"Sister, help me," Mala reached out her hand asking Hazar to help her out of the car.

Hazar clucked lazily, but it would be too cruel if he ignored his crippled cousin's sister.

Arriving at the door, Hazar immediately released Mala's hand. "Auntie, help her." Hazar immediately went upstairs, ignoring Mala's call.

*

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Aunt Yona appeared from behind the door with another waiter, carrying two trays of food.

Hazar's forehead was wrinkled, the feeling he didn't ask for food.

"Mrs Rosa asked for it, sir" Aunt Yona told Hazar, who protested.

If Mama Rosa's name has been mentioned Hazar can no longer dwell. She had to eat dinner alone in her new room.

*

In the morning Hazar was confused again.

"What's that for Alin?" hazar asked the waiter, who was carrying a tray with a full breakfast menu.

"No, Mister. This is for Madam Karin."

Hazar's forehead is wrinkled, it's not usually Karin to have breakfast here.

Not long after the servant left, Alin appeared with his pale face. Hazar quickly returns to cuek mode.