Pamite
41. Start Feeling Lost

One week later.

"Rif, Mom's friend's son has just come home from abroad. I'm planning on introducing you."

"No way!" reject Rifki fast.

"What do you want to be an old virgin? Don't you don't want a girl, "accuse Rifki's mother.

"I'm a man not a woman. I've always been the same until now, Mom. Still in love with one person. I want it to be the same with him."

"Who? Ayy? Rif, Ayu many children, I don't want you to take care of people's children. Financing them doesn't take a little money, there are still a lot of girls out there. I don't want you to marry him. Enough friends!"

Rifki just wasted a rough breath it was very difficult to convince her mother. Soapum with his heart that it was very difficult to see another woman besides Ayu. Their togetherness since childhood made the seeds of love appear so strong. There is regret in Rifki, why did he not just express his feelings? Why was he so afraid to tell the truth to his heart?

*

"Nang, don't leave Mom, Nang! I need you" said Miss Lasmi in her sleep.

Just a few days in the cell, Ms. Lasmi already felt like she had lost her child. What Anang said was true, only his eldest son cared about him. Only Anang sacrificed everything for himself. But he was blinded by the treasure Galuh never shared with him.

"Mom, Miss Lasmi woke up, Mom!" said one of the cell residents.

"He has a fever, you report to the guards. He's always delirious about his son who doesn't care about him anymore."

One of the cell's occupants confirmed his words and called for a guard. Ms. Lasmi immediately got help and was taken to a lapas clinic.

"The fever is very high, we wait a few days if it has not come down we take it to the hospital. Looks like he's thinking of something heavy" guessed the male doctor.

"Bu Lasmi misses her son who never came. He had three children, who often came only the youngest. The first and second go nowhere."

"It's better just call, pity," the doctor said.

The prison guard agreed and immediately left the clinic to contact Galuh. Only two numbers were left behind by her son.

Galuh who had returned to the city had to return home. He left his son and wife who were nagging because they were often left behind since his mother went to prison.

"Mas, you tell me, is Mas Anang so don't be pretentious lash. You are also troubled, right. If Mas Anang gives attention to Mom, you will not be disturbed," grumbled Galuh's wife.

"It is natural that if Mas Anang is angry, no father likes his son to be thrown away. If you are in the position of Mas Anang will also be angry, right? I'll go first, yeah." Galuh kissed the forehead of his wife who was still pouting. Then he got out of the house.

Galuh passing through the streets that have been filled with vehicles, things that usually happen in big cities. Torn up everywhere. Galuh stared blankly at the towering buildings on his left and right. He thought to himself, if he were to pacing back and forth to the city and the village would definitely trouble himself.

'It looks like I have to persuade Mas Anang to look at Mom. That's the only one.'

After passing the road tens of kilo meters finally arrived Galuh in his mother's new home. The house will be in the next five years.

"Luh, are you the same Masyu? Where's masmu? Why don't you take her?"

"I was in a hurry, I did not have time to invite Mas Anang. Next time I'll bring you here, yeah. But I have to be healthy first, if I'm sick Mas Anang will be sad to see Mom like this, I want to see her sad?"

"Yes, you're right. I need to heal first." Miss Lasmi was finally able to smile with Galuh's persuasion.

After a day accompanying his mother in the clinic, Galuh said goodbye, he promised to come back with Anang.

For his mother's sake, Galuh willingly relented to contact him first. Several times Galuh contacted Anang to ask for his new home address. Until the third call finally the phone lifted.

"I want to play home, Mom. Share the dong address lock," Galuh pinta without further ado as soon as the phone is lifted.

"For what?"

"You play, time cannot."

"Do you want to persuade me to visit Mom? It's better not to just waste time."

"Mother is sick, Mum. I beg you just this once. Maybe by looking at you, you can get a lot better. I just wanted to meet you, a little bit of your ego?"

"Ego on? Which ego is it? You will never understand what I feel before you experience what I experience."

The phone connection was cut off unilaterally by Anang.

"Good morning, sir. How is Father's condition? Are you feeling better?" The woman wearing a hijab and all-white clothes came to Anang.

"Nothing makes me so much better, Doc. I've lost everything and now I've lost one leg. What is good about my fate?" Anang replied with a long looking gaze towards the roof of the hospital.

"No way, you can still walk, use a cane or use a prosthetic leg later if you have completely recovered. You should be grateful that you are still given the opportunity to live, you still have the opportunity to ask forgiveness from the Almighty. Since Mr. Siuman, I always say, Nak in sleep. You miss your son?" The friendly doctor asked while checking on Anang.

Rahma, a young doctor who is easily friendly with her patients, considers her patients family and treats them like family as well. The attitude shown by the twenty-five-year-old doctor makes the patients like not sick because of his treatment.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then promise to get healthy so you can meet them. I'm sure my son misses you too. Because his father disappeared for a few days without news. Why did you forbid the hospital to contact your family? They must be worried because you have no news."

"I told you that I've lost everything, I have nothing and nobody."

Feeling that the patient's problems are very personal, Rahma did not continue her treatment. It is impossible to handle someone else's problems.

"All right, then. But you have to be passionate to move on, there are still many people out there who have nothing, but they are still fighting for their lives. Excuse me."