Post-divorce
Part 6's

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"Amanda, Abi's already got a blood donor for Atma, hurry back to the hospital!" the message from Abi makes this heart feel relieved, there is someone who is kind enough to donate blood for my son. Me and Gita expressed gratitude. I drove the car I was driving through the capital's traffic jam to the hospital.

"When can Abi perform her surgery?" 

"Two hours, son. Abi will participate in this operation, Abi will do the best for Abi's grandson, you pray that all is made easier and also the operation is successful."

"Who is willing to donate his blood to Atma bi? Amanda wanted to thank him."

"He's Abi's friend and Ummik's friend, son." replied Ummik.

"Not only Abi's friend, her son also donated blood."

"God, thank God there are still people who want to help Atma by donating blood."

"What about Denis son?" Ask ummik

"Don't say the name of Amanda's ex-husband Abi again, Gita hates them." I can only shut up, it's true what Gita said, Gita said, don't mention even remembering my ex-husband and my ex-mother-in-law because it will only remember the hurt of heart and sorrow. Gita told me everything that happened when we were in the Denis family home, Abi looks angry and Ummik, I just looked down and was silent without saying a word.

"After the operation is completed and Atma's condition improves, you must comply with all Abi and Ummik's requests without denying it, because of all that Abi and Ummik will do for your good and also the future of Atma!!!" Said Abi firmly staring at my face

"Yes Abi." That's all I could say, I was afraid to see Abi's anger after hearing all the Gita stories.

"Even if they discard and insult you and Atma at this time, no one will be able to insult you in the future, if you are insulted it means that they insult Abi and Ummik as well."

"Yes Ummik, Abi, anything Amanda would do if according to Ummik and Abi good for Amanda and Atma, believe me!" Abi nodded, and Ummik hugged me, and Gita gave a hopeful smile.

"Amanda wanted to meet a benevolent blood donor who donated her blood to Atma."

I walked down the hospital hallway, arriving in a room where two people were closing their eyes with needles attached to their arms and blood flowing through the hose, the process of donating blood is being done at this time, I knock on the room and say hello while entering the room.

"Assalamualaikum Ma'am, Mas introduce my name Amanda, mother of a child you helped by donating your blood, I come to say thank you" I said gently while looking at their faces. 'a woman of Ummik's age and a man may be his son Ummik's friend I think, this woman must be Ummik's friend.' my monologue in heart.

"Include son, I am Bu Ratri and this is the mother's son, Rama's name. Son Amanda don't hesitate to sit here near mom!" I smiled at Bu Ratri who looked friendly and approached him, but the son of Bu Ratri looked stiff and seemed indifferent, ah what do I care about him, most importantly he wanted to donate his blood for Atma.

"Thank you, Mom, and Rama." I glanced at the face of Rama, but there was a little bit of naughtiness from Bu Ratri, I was confused about it, too, and not for how long did Bu Ratri hit his son's arm hard enough.

"What the hell is ma'am." she replied.

"Hey dry kanebo don't make Amanda feel uncomfortable with your attitude, talk even if it's just a word with her!"

"Take me water, thirsty." she asked me briefly.

"Oh my God, Rama, you are really stiff as a woman, ckkk." I thought rigidly but I don't care, anyway I didn't know him before.

"It's okay Mom, just give Amanda a second." I walked to the water dispenser in the corner of the room to get water for him.

"Son Amanda is beautiful." murmured Bu Ratri who I can still hear

"I'm a widow with one child Mom, you're beautiful, you seem to overestimate me." I smiled at Bu Ratri and approached Mas Rama with a glass of water.

"It's a drunken mas." 

"Yes beautiful." instead of answering my words when inviting her to drink, instead agreeing with the words of Bu Ratri praising my beauty, if asked happy are I praised her beauty? Of course not, because I feel ordinary even I do not believe in the status of a widow attached to me.

"Ahh ...mom guess you can't tell which woman is beautiful or not, even I feel you have an abnormality with your cold attitude towards women." Ms. Ratri mocked the child with her laugh, I also smiled to see Ms. Ratri laughing happily like that, Mas Rama just shook his head without smiling not even answering the words of Ms. Ratri who mocked her.

"I am truly grateful to Mother and Rama who have been willing to help my son by donating blood that is relatively rare, I don't know what I can do to repay your kindness."

"Do you really want to repay our kindness? Mother asked like this not because she did not sincerely help you, just that I also want you to help."

"really?"

"Yes Ma'am, Amanda will try to do whatever you ask her to repay Mom's kindness."

"Can you accompany Mom at home? Living with Mom and also with your son, I'm lonely at home son, my son rarely ever met even accompanied the mother, he was very busy with his work even giving a ghost he did not do."

"Mother please don't over-tell! Amanda don't listen to Mom's ridiculous request, she's just kidding, just ignore it!" Rama said, I also smiled at the interaction of mother and child in front of me, I can only smile and nod my head.

"Ishh mother is not joking Rama ...."

"I'd better resign Mom, I want to see the condition of my son who will soon do the operation, again I say thank you for his help." I kissed the back of Bu Ratri's hand and turned towards Mas Rama,

"I'm sorry, thank you." he just nodded without saying a word, it seems like he was a cold and ignorant man, I passed away leaving them.

Rushing I went to Atma's room to see his condition, my son was still unconscious and still seemed to have difficulty breathing, Ummik and Gita who were beside him did not stop crying to see Atma's condition, nor did I. Tears shed again in the river, I was fragile to see the condition of Atma as it is now.

"The operation will start in about an hour" said Abi who arrived in the infirmary

"Come, Ummik is scared."

"Abi, Gita is also afraid, Atma will be healed right Abi?"

"You pray for the smooth operation, and don't cry Amanda, you have to be strong for your child's sake, strengthen yourself so that you can strengthen your child, because of how you feel about Atma too, she said, optimists will all be well, wipe away your tears. Right now we need passion and strength and prayer is not a cry." Abi's words resuscitate Me, true Abi said, Abi said, the source of Atma's strength lies within me, I must not be weakened by a cry, which is needed today strength, spirit and prayer. I entrusted Atma to Ummik, Gita and Abi, after which I rushed to a small mushalla in this hospital, to ask my Lord for the strength and smooth operation that Atma would undergo, he said, by reciting all my complaints to Him, I am sure His help will come for me and Atma, I am sure that a Mother's prayer will penetrate the heavens and be granted by Him.

For four hours I prayed to my Lord for His help, this heart felt lighter than before, my stomach was hungry, I just remembered from the morning my stomach had not been filled with food, it felt difficult to swallow, when I saw my soulmate was struggling to live and even more painful, when the father of my son knit happiness amid the pain that Atma felt even refused to give help. I was planning on going to the hospital to fill my empty stomach and recover my drained energy, while ordering food, a man came up to me.

"Amanda?" Said the man, I still don't recognize him.

"Yes my Amanda, who are you? Do we know each other?"

"Have you forgotten me?" He asked, I nodded, because I don't remember.

"Meet me, I'm Adnan, remember?" I was so shocked, I almost hugged him because I was really happy to meet him, Adnan Januzaj was my little friend when I was in the orphanage, three years older than me, in the past as long as we were together living in an orphanage, he was a brother and also a friend to me.

"Remember, Brother Janu, you don't deserve to be called Adnan, Adnan's name is too good for you, where's brother all this time? I've forgotten about the parlour so I didn't visit the parlour to see me." I asked him many questions, all this time I didn't forget his figure, even the necklace he gave before he left I still wear it, necklace initials A, the first letter of our name with a heart picture decoration on both sides.

"Sister just returned to Indonesia yesterday, the parents who adopted the older brother at that time brought the older brother to Australia to live with them, you still wear this ...." He pointed at the necklace I was wearing.

"Yes, sister, I always wished I could meet brother, and now everything is realized, despite the long wait."

"And Brother recognized you from the necklace you wore Amanda, if we were as young as ever, you would have held you very tightly."

"Sister can hug my bag to channel the longing." And sure enough Kak Janu hugged my bag tightly, we laughed, for a moment I forgot the problem I was facing, I forgot, I thought there was no smile on my face anymore, but God still gave me a speck of happiness to smile. I told her all the journeys of my life up to this point, even revealing the status of the widow I had looked up to. 

"I don't think you'd be married if you weren't with me Amanda."

"Ahh, how confident are you, brother? Where may I wait for you who do not know his whereabouts, I do not love to die against you brother, ckk." indeed that's the reality, I did not expect too deep to him, I did not expect too deep, just simply admire and feel comfortable if you are near it at that time.

"But we'll promise Amanda, if we're grown up we're getting married, don't you remember?" I could only smile at his words, I did not expect him to remember that promise even though I did not forget it either.

"Promise a pair of little children Brother, though I remember it I will not take it seriously."

"When I'm serious about saying that." Brother Janu's face looks disappointed

"Sorry brother." That's all I can say, because I was confused about what to do "sister definitely can get a good and perfect woman, believe me" I smiled warmly at Kak Janu. I accidentally caught the figure of someone sitting across our table with a cynical look, a man I just met, someone who had donated blood to my son.

'What's wrong with him? Why is his gaze so cynical and cold towards me? Have I made a mistake?' My whisper in my heart while glancing at him.