HANARIA the Woman of a Million Race
Episode 15 of Rimba Hamlet
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The door opened, Firlita appeared with her pillow face.
"What's wrong, brother, morning - morning blind has woken up Firli...." Firlita rubs her eyes while yawning, drowsiness still dominates her.
"Sister wants to stay, sister's mother is sick...." Said Hanaria from the front door, she seemed ready, luggage was neatly packed.
"I'm coming with sister.....?? Want to reach the village of brother and sister's mother, can ya??"
"Don't Fir, it's a long way. Especially now that you're pregnant, you're tired on the road." Hanaria walked towards the dining table followed by Firlita.
"If so.. greetings with the family of sister Hana in the village...." He said with a disappointed look.
"Yes, it must have been delivered....."
"Son't make breakfast, you'll have breakfast, don't forget." While pointing at the processed results on a table covered with serving hood.
"And in this refrigerator there are many foodstuffs, there are vegetables, meat, fish, fruits, snacks are also there. Last night I was shopping at the supermarket for your needs for a week." Hanaria opened the refrigerator, pointing to one by one the groceries she had cleaned last night and put in a jar - a jar. Firlita just gawked, looking at the contents of the full refrigerator.
"Oh, yes, this is pregnant mother's milk too, sister see you drink this milk, so all the sisters buy five boxes of 800 grams, the validity there is a promo." Hanaria showed me a pack of pregnant women's milk that she put on the fridge.
Firlita's eyes glazed over, she started to get as hectic, Hanaria went straight to her.
"You why Fir? It hurt?" Hanaria touched Firlita's forehead with the back of her hand. Firlita.
"I'm moved.., big brother was very nice to me. For me, given a ride, I'm very grateful, it's more than enough. But you're providing all this for me." Firlita was as bothered as she was eating, with both her hands propping up her chin.
"I don't think you were sick, you could've canceled your sister's departure today......" Tempting Hanaria while rubbing Firlita's back.
"Sister is just doing what big brother Fir can do. This is all deliberately done so that you do not bother shopping in the market, you can immediately cook it when you go home to work or before going to work. The rest you have plenty of time to rest. Remember, this baby in your womb must have enough nutrition and adequate rest from his mother." Hanaria still rubbed Firlita's back gently.
"Thank you so much, brother, for all your attention to me this whole time." Firlita looked at Hanaria's face with her tears still wetting her cheeks. Hanaria answered Firlita's expression with just a nod with a smile.
Tin.... Tin..... Tin.....
The sound of a horn coming from the yard.
"Titip house yes Fir, and take good care of yourself"
"Sister left first......?" Hanaria hurried to pull her suitcase.
"Don't you bring your own car?" Firlita followed behind while wiping her tears using tissue on the dining table and wanted to help lift things.
"Sister use travel services only, so can sleep on the road. Do not need to be lifted goods - Fir goods, let the mas only lift. " Firlita just watched, as the driver went down to lift the items that had been packed.
Hanaria sat in front, beside the steering wheel. Firlita looked at him from the front porch of the house.
"Sir Hana......!!" Call Firlita half-screaming. Hanaria turned her head towards him, with a mimic asking.
"Firlita dear sister......." Shouted Firlita again.
Hanaria smiled.then waved her hand and was replied by Firlita.
Firlita stared at Hanaria's departure with her sad face. The house grew quieter, leaving him alone.
Hanaria, still watching from the rearview mirror, looks like Firlita is still standing on the floor while staring at the car he was riding in until it disappeared behind the housing complex block.
Unfortunately, until now Firlita has not been willing to open a voice about who is the man who is the father of the baby in the womb.
Hanaria clenched her palms, her teeth rattling with anger. The bastard must take responsibility for what he has done, he murmured inwardly. He was determined to find out in any way.
"Mbak Hana..... Is the mom okay?"Ask the driver who had accidentally noticed the romance of Hanaria's face.
"I'm... good - good for you......" Sahut Hanaria who realized from her daydream.
"I think he was sad to think of his sister who was left alone. His sister is also already big mbak, don't worry too much." Said guess.
"Yes to......" Hanaria answered soberly, she commented her smile wailing for a moment the driver who was driving his car on the highway. It was still dark, Hanaria glanced at her watch which showed it at 05.10am.
"By the way - who's going to his house?"
"My parents' house is mas, my mother is sick." Hanaria
"What's her mother hurt?"
"When taken to the puskesmas he said acid stomach mas, it has been a few days do not want to eat."
"Ohhh..so..., my wife also has the disease mbak, often recurrent, but when the food is regular, I became confused. I think it's a recurrent illness if you're late to eat mbak....." According to the driver, his eyes were still watching the road in front of him.
"Many factors can make stomach acid friday mas, one of them as mas said earlier, late eating...."
"If you eat regularly, but many negative thoughts such as worry, anxiety, fear, or envy...."
"The mindset, diet, kudu should be taken care of all the mas, not easy anyway.....Keep trying to think positively in life, and try to always be happy.... " Say Hanaria while looking ahead. The day began to look bright, the morning signs began to approach.
Hanaria and the driver continued to engage in chatter about many things to throw boredom on the way.
Several times Hanaria's car had to stop just to urinate and take a lunch break.
By late afternoon they entered the village road to the hamlet of Rimba, the birthplace of Hanaria.
The village road was unspoiled asphalt, still coral rocks along the entrance, some places the road looks hollow like a cow puddle.
The black car seemed to run slowly and shook - a shake due to the road that still needs a lot of repair.
Just as the name suggests, left right of the road there are still many forest forests covered with trees - large trees up to 90 in diameter.
Entering the densely populated village, Hanaria lowered the car glass beside her, as courtesy as she passed the residents' houses.
The houses of residents in the village of Rimba, everything is still made of wood, with a shingle roof made of ulin wood, and there is also a roof made of nipah leaves.
Residents poked their heads from behind the doors and windows of their homes to see passing cars. Someone ran out to see more clearly.
In the hamlet, cars are still among the very rare vehicles entering their area. And only the village chief, the head of the hamlet and a goat herder owned the luxury goods, and it became a spectacle for the whole population.
Hanaria threw a smile at the few citizens who waved her hands. Several children ran after the car Hanaria was riding in while shouting her name.
The driver couldn't help but smile at all the scenes.
"It seems.. I will always be healthy if there is a Hana's. As said by Mbak Hana earlier, a happy heart makes us not easily gnawed disease, because there are many things that can make me happy with the atmosphere in this arrangement...." His words are still smiling.
Hanaria simply smiled at the driver, because she knew what he meant.