My mother's nanny
chapter 55
"Is your business done?"
Diah nodded to see her husband standing in front of the parked car. The man commented a smile and carried Diah's head in his arms. Hugging the body of the wife who just met with Rangga, just to say sorry.
"Let's go home" Ardi let go of his embrace, and opened the door for his wife to get into the car.
"I can go home by myself, ma'am."
"No, you have a husband. Let me take you home."
"But you still have to go back to the office."
"It's okay, I'm a little loose, after all, I have a meeting at a cafe near the house. Just scan me directly there later."
Diah scrunched up, "All right?"
"Heem, uh,"
"Yes, you know how good it is."
The conversation continued as long as they were on their way. And it continued until Ardi's car stopped in front of the gate of their house.
"I'm down here there" asked Diah to take off her seatbelt.
"All right,"
"Be careful on the road, don't speed."
"Every mistress" nodded Ardi with a smile on her face."I'm leaving after making sure you get inside."
Diah did not answer, and only returned the husband's smile. Then he stepped in through the gate next to the security guard. Before the door closed, Diah waved to her husband.
"Be careful, happy work."
Ardi's car moved slowly leaving Diah who had closed the gate.
Diah stepped slowly into the courtyard of the house. The woman smiled meaningfully after all her burdens and guilt had come off as soon as she apologized to Rangga. Because the good man had misunderstood and was now probably heartbroken.
"Assalamualaikum," he said on the terrace and stepped into the main door. There was no confirmation, Diah went further. There was the sound of Dila crying in the family room. Gegas Diah quickened his pace to approach. In her heart and mind, Diah wondered what made Dila cry. As soon as she reached the living room, Diah was stunned to see her daughter sitting on the floor. On the side of the belly of the Goddess Mother who was lying down and eyes closed.
Diah's mouth was wide open. He hurried to take the crying Dila and calmed her down. Diah held Dila in her arms, and soon breastfed Dila beside Miss Dewi. While he was already panicking enough to see the in-laws lying down.
"Mama, mama," called Diah to shake the leg of the Lady with one hand holding Dila while breastfeeding.
"Ma, mama, why? Wake up, ma." Call Diah again with a face that is already very anxious and panicked.
Diah's head was raised looking at every corner of the room she could reach with her eyes. Find anyone who might be able to help.
"Mmd! Tini Mbok!" Call Diah getting freaked out."Tini Mbok!"
Diah's voice was already trembling due to the feeling that continued to lodge in her chest. Scared, annoyed, and sad to struggle there. "Mmd!"
No one's coming. Diah looked again at her father-in-law who was still lying down, her body leaning towards the face of the Goddess Mother. Then Diah's trembling hand moved to the bottom of the in-law's nose.
"Still breathing warm."
Diah moved from her seat by holding Dila who was still breastfeeding. He walked with wide steps towards the front room. Open the main door and shout from the same.
"Sir! Joko Sir!" Diah called out from the front doorway. "Sir Joko!"
The 45-year-old man looked at Diah and rushed over as he saw Diah in the doorway with a panicked look.
"Where is Diah?"
"Mrs passed out?"
"Yes, let's hurry sir." Diah walked hurriedly into the house first, and went straight to the family room.
"So mama I'm shaking not waking up, sir. This way, Mbok Tini also did not exist from earlier I called, sir."
"Bok Tini again to the stall earlier he said." Sahut Pak Joko approached towards Bu Dewi. "Oh, Mother Goddess? Nyah?"
Diah stood behind Joko, who was sitting in front of the body of Bu Dewi lying on the floor.
"Udah, in the love of oil mbak?"
"No sir, this was Dila crying, so, Diah nenangin Dila first. While Dila shakes mom's body. But you're not waking up, sir."
"Oh," Joko sir was like a confusion. "We lift it up first let it not be on the floor. Poor, cold." Joko sir suggested.
"Yes, please sir." Pinta Diah's.
Just as Bu Dewi's body was lifted, Mbok Tini emerged from the kitchen doorstep that was contacting from the other side of the family room. "Snurprised?" Excitement approached.
"Why is that Diah?"
"No idea, Diah came home crying next to her mother who was lying on the floor. She was also shaken when my mother did not wake up. Diah's afraid of mama why-why, mbok." I'm Diah still with a panicked face and a voice that vibrates at the end of her sentence.
"We take it to the hospital, Mbak Diah, fear stroke nyonyah kumat." Advice mbok Tini.
"Yes mbok, let's go." Diah Agree, she still hides Dila who suckles on her.
"Mbak Diah just wait at home, pity dila if invited to the hospital. Let the same symbol Joko sir who interracede."
"But mbok..." Diah felt objected, the wnita's eyes were already watery.
"Believe the same symbol, pity Dila, he's too small to take to the hospital. Help symbok nyiapin needs for administration and his letters."
Diah nodded.
A few minutes later, Diah could only stare at the car carrying the in-laws out of the courtyard. Diah then contacted Ardi. However Ardi is the son of the Goddess Mother, whatever the circumstances of the two of them, must know each other. Moreover, Miss Dewi is the only old man who lives for Ardi.
"Bag,"
("Dear baby, why?")
"Mama, mas," Diah can no longer hold back his crying."mama was unconscious, mas."
("What?")
"Mama is now taken by Joko sir to the hospital. I'm the same Dila at home, but I'm worried, how's mom."
("The next time you go to the hospital, you're at home looking after Dila. Kasian if Dila was taken to the hospital, he's still small his endurance is not good like us. Huumm?")
Diah was sobbing, "but mas..."
("When you call me, where's the hospital?")
"RS where it can, mas."
("Go there now, pray in mama all right, yes.")
"Yes, my mom."
Diah sits limp on the porch of the house. Staring blankly at the yard. Dila who was calm and did not suckle anymore, just looked at the mother with clear eyes that did not know. Diah looked at Dila, then smiled bitterly and hugged Dila in a sling.