I'm the One You're wasting
The Witma Family's

Inside the car Arash turned his head towards Witma looking at him for a moment without a word. After that, he returned to his position again to drive. Not long after he turned back to Witma for a moment, then he turned his face looking as if he did not care. "O Allah, if the Witma is the soul mate of the servant, speed up the way of the servant to ask him with bismillah. Even though his idyllic days are not over." Arash.

"Sister Arash turned to me," muttered Witma in his mind. Apparently he knew that Arash turned it on himself twice. "But why does Arash look like he's throwing his face away when he looks at me?" Witma wondered to herself in a voice so slow that Arash did not hear her. Because Arash's position is in the front while Witma is sitting in the back.

Arash sounded a few times before opening his voice. "Witma, can I ask you a question?"

"Please, brother, just don't ask strange questions" said Witma.

"Hm, has it been that as long as you've been married to Reka, she's always been doing KDRT?" Arash was actually not good at asking about it. However, because he felt his ears were hot to hear the stories of people who said that the Witma family actually made up about the statement. Therefore he immediately asked the Witma concerned party.

Witma who did not want to dismantle all the treatment of the first Risa to her shook her head strongly, because she did not want if until Reka branded men who are not good. "Mas Reka, never did KDRT," replied Witma.

Arash who was not sure asked once more. "Answer honestly Witma, did Reka always do—"

"No brother Arash, Mas Reka always treated Witma well," Witma cut quickly. "Witma and Mas Reka chose to separate, because we both had no match. So, now Witma explained once again that Mas Reka never did any action KDRT," he continued.

Hearing that Arash nodded in understanding, after which he returned to focus on driving. Silence, just moments before Arash opened his voice again.

"I'm sorry if my question was so presumptuous, I shouldn't have asked about it" Arash said. Actually, Arash just wanted to test whether Witma would tell the truth or lie. However, the answer given by Witma turned out to be compared with the statement in Arash's hope.

Witma squeezed the end of her shirt down there, because she was not sure if her words could be trusted by Arash. He heard Arash apologizing and felt more guilty for lying. But here another Witma is also unlikely to say everything honestly.

"It's okay, Arash." Witma could only say that. He then turned his face towards the window because he knew Arash was looking at him from the reflection of the glass in front.

However, not long ago when Witma continued to look out the window he did not expect that he even saw the pair together in a coffee shop on the side of the road with a woman he did not know. He spontaneously began, "Mas Reka, who else is he?"

Arash sees Reka as well, but she chooses silence, thinking that Witma did not see her.

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"Thank you brother Arsah, because you've brought Witma pu—"

"Sir Witma!!" tami's shout suddenly cut Witma's speech from the direction of the door. "I-mom, I-mom … ." The swipe of his tongue Tami's tongue could not continue his sentence.

Witma who felt that something was happening with Ratih rushed in in a running manner. He ignored Arash who also ran after him from behind.

Witma's legs limp after seeing Ratih still convulsing on the mattress and also removing more foam from her mouth as Tami said.

"Oh my God, what happened to Mom, Tami. Why is this so?" Although Witma panicked, but he could still ask so he wanted to hear the information from Tami's mouth.

Arash who saw the state of Ratih so very panicked. "We're taking you to the hospital, don't be late" Arash said. He then lifted up the middle-aged woman's body. "Let's go Witma, Tami we'll take mom now" Arash said. "We have to be fast" he continued.

Witma and Tami were cuddling together while following Arash from behind who was holding Ratih.

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Various tools attached to Ratih's body were lying weakly helplessly on the bed. For three days Witma and Tami continued to chant the holy verse of the Qur'an beside her mother's bed. Black folds and lines under the eyes decorate the faces of the two who are now visible, indicating that they both lack sleep.

Slowly Witma clasped Ratih's helpless hand. "Mom, open your eyes for a moment" said Witma. "Mom, Witma and Tami hope you'll wake up soon." His lips trembled with all his might he held the stifling feeling in his chest so as not to spill into a sobbing. "Mom can not go .. what about Witma and Tami .. Witma please I wake up," said Witma whispered in Ratih's ear.

"Sister Furqon will be coming soon with Brother Fatimah, and also my two grandchildren. So, you have to open your eyes so you can see them" Tami said. Who now took turns whispering in the earlobe of Ratih.

And certainly not long ago Furqon entered with his two daughters and also his wife, Fatimah. After that they said their greetings.

When Furqon and Fatimah said, "Mother, we've come to bring Mother's grandchildren." That instant also Ratih's tears dripped from both corners of his eyes. "Mom, we're all gonna wait till you open your eyes."

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However, the sudden sound of monitors with fast moving lines made those who were there stare at each other.

"Mother can back off for a moment. Yes," said two nurses who were always on standby there suddenly had entered the room Ratih.

Furqon shook his head in not wanting to back down. And he immediately said, "I will lead my Mother, even though the time is not long." Although Ratih is in a coma, Furqon is convinced that his mother can still hear him.

"What-what do you mean?" Witma who heard that was immediately enveloped in panic. "Don't take the sisters off, our mother still needs all those tools." He held one of the nurse's hands that would pull out the device attached to Ratih's body. "Sister Furqon, don't let this nurse take it off" she said. However, not long his body was too weak so he lost when Fatimah hugged his body from behind.