Behind The Lies
Motherly

The night Ashilla was reading a book to Asa, she suddenly got a call from sister Rika. “Shortly,” said to Asa while brandishing the phone.

“Why,Sus?” ashilla asked as she got out of bed.

“Bu, De Lilyana fever, now being in hospital.”

“Gosh.” Ashilla then turned to Asa.

“What happened, Mom?” ask the boy while looking at his mother.

Ashilla held out a palm.

“I-Iyash?” ask Ashilla stammered.

“Pak Iyash no project in Bekasi.”

Ashilla sighed. “OK, I'm there now.” He then closed the call, then looked at Asa. “Mom has to go now.” He kissed Asa's forehead. “I am so sorry.”

“Go.”

“As is it okay Mama stay?”

“It’s okay, Mom.”

Ashilla smiled. He then stroked the top of Asa's head. “Tomorrow we go for a walk.”

Asa nodded. He then stared at the clock on the wall which had shown at nine past thirty minutes. “Be carefull.”

Ashilla nodded. Then left Asa alone in her room. In the living room he saw Miranti just returning from the kitchen. “Where are you?”

“There is a need, Ma.”

“Craftsmanship?”

“Not, but social.”

“Oke, be careful.”

“Shilla departs. Titip Asa, yes, Ma.”

Miranti nodded. What distinguishes his mother from his grandfather is, if Miranti will set him free and trust him one hundred percent, while Ganjar will continue to interrogate him until it is clear where the destination is and for what. If Ashilla gave a vague answer, then she would not allow him to leave.

Ashilla drives away in her car to the hospital where Lilyana was born. He didn't think anything other than him should get there right away. At ten and twenty minutes he finally arrived at the hospital. It had been four days that she had not met the baby, the last time she came to Iyash's house, even when Lilyana was sleeping.

Ashilla called Sister Rika. “Where?” tanyakanya.

“In first floor rose room, Mom, near room ER.”

Ashilla ran quickly, her heart racing because it was imagined again when the baby's mother died.

Arriving in front of the rose room room room, she again called sister Rika. “What number?”

Sister Rika came out of room number three. “Here, Bu.”

“You told me half-and-half,” Ashilla's sulk while going to room number three.

“Sorry, Mum.”

It appears that the one-week-old baby was asleep with both eyes closed to protect his eyes from the rays of phototherapy.

“Lily why?” ashilla asked as she looked at Sister Rika.

“The Bilirubin content is high, Mom. From yesterday he did not drink milk. Pas this afternoon he had a seizure,” said Sister Rika.

“Yes for mercy.”

Suddenly the arrival of Iyash made Ashilla's heart beat fast. “Assalamualaikum,” the man said as he continued to step up.

“Waalaikumsalam,” answered Sister Rika, while Ashilla answered her in her heart while looking at the three-kilogram baby.

Iyash stared at Lily for a long time as if he did not realize there was Ashilla there who was also sad for the baby's condition.

“Sus, Doctor says what?” ask Ashilla and then Iyash realized after hearing the voice of the woman. Iyash quickly turned his head and looked at him fixedly. Ashilla immediately looked away and pretended not to see Iyash.

Ashilla's heart is beating. “Hopefully not to severe yes, Sus.” Ashilla kept staring at the baby.

While Iyash took a breath as he continued to stare at the woman. “Where are you?” tanyakanya.

Ashilla turned. “I?”

“Ya who is it?”

“I work, you know, ‘kan my destination to Jakarta to continue the company Opa.”

“You should also not run away from your responsibilities as her mother Lily.”

“I didn't run, lately I'm busy and I have other priorities.”

“Who, Space?”

“If Space is my priority. I'm not going to be Lily.”'s foster mom

“Ya keep what?”

Ashilla was silent for a few seconds. However, his heart replied that his top priority was Asa.“I'm sorry I haven't stopped by Lily's new house.”

“Iya why?”

Ashilla sighed. “Two days ago Mother came from New York.”

“Oh.” The man with the nose sat down immediately.

Ashilla may not realize that Iyash's nose with the nose of his son is shaped the same as the nose bone is not too high at the top, but in the middle to the tip is more tapered.

“It shouldn't make you a reason to shy away from the fact that you have the responsibility of taking care of this baby.”

“I didn't run,” Killah Ashilla was upset. “I haven't had time, Yash.”

“Why didn't you say?”

“I'm confused what to say?”

Iyash. “I forgot not everything should I know.” He was just like an angry girlfriend.

Ashilla frowned while gulping. “Tomorrow I can not come here, you do not mind, ‘kan if you take care of Lily?”

“Where are you going?”

Ashilla felt that Iyash was possessive, but maybe it was just her feelings because she saw many photos of Aruna in Iyash's house and Iyash thought of her as Aruna, maybe that was it.

“Mumpung here there is Mommy. So I want to take a walk.”

“Oh.”

Ashilla nodded. He looked as if he was carefully putting out a sentence in front of Iyash. Either maybe afraid of being wrong, or a little missed or anything that is clear Ashilla can not forget the incident of time in the man's house.

Ashilla then looked at her watch. “It's midnight, maybe I should go home.”

“No you are here aja.”

“But.”

“Nights like this are dangerous if you go home alone, too many criminal figures in this country.”

Ashilla sighed. He promised Asa he would come home. However, he could not oppose Iyash either, the man's gaze making him feel intimidated. Again, probably because of the incident four days ago at the man's house.

Suddenly Lily wriggled while whining, then she heard her screams. “Suster Rica, which milk?” shout Ashilla.

“Suster Rica out,” says Iyash. “He may go to mushola, had time to say no prayers.”

Ashilla quickly took a bottle of milk and washed it with warm water from the dispenser, then poured milk according to the dose. She had memorized it without needing to look at the presentation advice, were it not for Asa, she did not know how to take care of the baby and make milk.

The baby seemed to suckle from the bottle Ashilla was holding. While Iyash was engrossed in looking at the motherly-looking woman. Slowly his lips turned, his heart felt peaceful, the hole that used to make his chest tight was slowly filled by the woman in front of him, so that if he felt homesick, he did not need to dream to be able to meet, so that if he felt longed, he did not need to dream to be able to meet, he stayed by or maybe called her, even though after the incident at home the other day, she and Ashilla never exchanged messages or asked for news.