RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 77

I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was all white and the smell of medicine - nose-piercing drugs allowed me to guess where I was.

I tried to move my body but why does it feel so hard to move.

" You're sober... " The voice of someone I know very well. That son of a bitch Syafrie...

" Arghhh." I said as I tried to move my body. " Don't move, I'll call the doctor now.. "

Syafrie hurried out to call the doctor. Shortly afterwards, Syafrie returned with a man dressed in white. Behind him also follow mama and Kak Mansyah.

I tried to move again but was restrained by the doctor. " Mrs Asthma, don't move much first, yeah. Mom, I just finished surgery so I can't move much."

" What happened to me, doc? " I tried to get an explanation from the doctor for what happened to me. I saw the right leg and my left hand was wrapped in a cast and pain in the abdomen.

" It's nothing, ma'am. The mother was only unconscious for about a week after the accident and a few days ago the mother had to undergo surgery because of internal injuries to the lungs and abdomen. And after all, there are broken bones in the left wrist and lower right leg, so it must be fitted with a pen" replied the doctor explaining my condition in detail. Well... currently I have regained consciousness after being unconscious for a week at Wahab Syahrani Samarinda hospital, and had to undergo two surgeries.

I glanced at the mother who had been glazed over from earlier. The old woman who loved me so much couldn't help but look at my deeply apprehensive condition.

" Sorry. I went out for a while to find her favorite fruits. Who knows he's... " The man's words stopped when he saw the doctor examining me. " Asthma, are you conscious? "

I glanced at the man. Asking inwardly about the whereabouts of this man is here.

Mas Haris seemed to be walking towards me who was being examined by a doctor, but the hunt was prevented by the hands of Kak Mansyah. The man retreated and waited for the doctor to finish my examination.

I closed my eyes again after the doctor did the examination. Akh deliberately did it because he did not want to meet the two men. Both are the most annoying men in my life.

The doctor had long since passed from the room where I was being treated. I was actually asleep for a while, but my intention was to just pretend to close my eyes.

Twelve o'clock in the night I woke up to the touch of the nurse who was checking and giving me the injection of medicine. After the nurse left, the atmosphere again felt quiet and silent. Only the sound of water conditioner was heard and the occasional coughing sound from the room next to me. The atmosphere in Wahab Syahrani Samarinda hospital is indeed I admit to being very orderly and calm.

" Do you need anything, you're thirsty... ?" syafrie's voice surprised me. I threw a glance at the wall. Although lying here and in this condition, but I do not forget my heartache due to Syafrie's behavior to me before this accident. Silence again.I do not intend to open my mouth and talk to the father of my children.

" Astma, I...? " Syafrie was about to say something. His hand was trying to grab my wrist that was attached to an infusion needle. I brushed it off slowly. I don't know... I still feel reluctant to respond to every word from the man who is the father of my children.

" You still mad at me? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.... "

" It's Syafrie.. I'm tired" cut me while closing my eyes. I'm really fed up with guys who don't have a stand like Syafrie. My chest felt as tight as a lump of stone that seemed to be cramped in the chest. I still hurt every time I remember Syafrie's treatment of me who thought I was just a toy. There is no price at all.

" But Asthma..... Please listen to my explanation." he asked.

" It's night, dear Lord Syafrie. And I'm tired anyway. Can the honorable lord Syafrie not bother me with this nonsense. I want to rest.. Please! " i said softly and with great emphasis on the last sentence.

Syafrie gave in and looked at my face with sadness. " Well, my dear wife, rest..Tomorrow - tomorrow we can still talk. " He then approached me and lowered his head to kiss me on my forehead. I just keep quiet. Too tired to respond or protest at what he just did. I decided to close my eyes and fly back to dreamland.

" Assalamu'alaikum, my God." a greeting I never heard again. Mas Haris appeared at the door while carrying a black crackle bag in his hand. There's no Syafrie next to me. Also Mama and Kak Mansyah. Where are they all.

" Syafrie was out looking for breakfast. While Mama and Kak Mansyah are outside." As if I knew what was on my mind. Do you need anything? "he asked as he walked towards me who was still lying weak without being able to move freely. I just shook weakly.

" Want what? " he asked back when he caught my movement trying to get up. Buru-hunt she approached me and tried to help but with a hand gesture, I refused her.

" Asthma, why do you act cold and act as if rejecting me. "sadly after I was finally able to get up and sit on the bed even though I had to work hard.

" I think I told you quite emphatically a while ago, Mas. That I don't want to go back in time. My coming to meet you was not to come back with you, even though you said you had already annulled your marriage to Isna. I've decided that my future is with my children even though I might not be with Syafrie anymore."

" But, deck. You can't change all your decisions. I would consider both of your children as my children too. Believe me, I don't mind that at all. Because I love you so much, Dek. I can't bear to lose you. My race is too deep for you, Dek." said the man softly. Her words are so sweet. If only she had said this first while I was pregnant with Fika, maybe I would have soared and accepted the man happily. But, now that he had dumped me, that feeling disappeared somewhere. Although I admit I still have love for him, but to return. One of them is the heart of my son Fadil and also my mother...

I shook my head. " No, Mas. Our story is over. Go home. 'cause I stick to my stand. . Even after this, maybe I'll split up with my husband. But.

my decision is unanimous. I'm not going back to you. "

The door was opened and it appeared that Syafrie entered accompanied by his mother and sister Mansyah. They entered while carrying some bags of black crackle that I believe the contents must be breakfast for them.

Mas Haris told all of us who were here to go back home. I'm sure that man must be devastated right now after my rejection. I'm sorry, Mas Haris. I have to be firm with myself. I'm tired and tired of all this. Nothing can truly bring true happiness except my children and family. For they are my true flesh and blood.

I saw Syafrie escort the man out and disappear from behind the door. Not long after, he came back and joined my family for breakfast together. Syafrie offered me food by thrusting a bribe into my mouth. But I shook my head and refused his feed and chose to eat the breakfast delivered by the nurse. Also when the man offered to bribe me because I had difficulty reaching for the spoon because my hand was attached to an infusion needle and also a bandage, I refused it and preferred to ask my mother to bribe me.

I could see a disappointed look on Syafrie's face at my refusal. Let it be. Who told you to play with my feelings. Now, just feel the consequences of your actions.

Two days after Mas Haris came home. The man never showed his nose again. I can breathe a sigh of relief from the one annoying guy in my life. To be honest, I felt that the two men had conspired to play with my feelings. Therefore, just wait for Asthma's vengeance. Don't say my name is Asmawati Basrie if I can't get back at all this treatment, later...

Today, I've had three weeks of treatment. At the request of me and my family, the doctor finally allowed me to go home with a note of outpatient and diligent control at the nearest hospital.

Right now, I have to be helped by the stick to do all the moving and moving. But I was happy, because I finally got to see my two children again.

The journey home from Samarinda to Suka Mercy takes longer than usual. Understandably, Syafrie runs a car slower than the way of turtles on the grounds that my condition is still sick. Alah, many reasons. Just tell me he wants to stay longer with me because he and I have to have one car while Mama and Kak Mansyah choose to take the bus. Because Syafrie cars in the form of pick-up can only be boarded by two people.

" Dear, can I buy you something?" He asked as he stopped in front of a roadside diner to urinate and buy a drink.

" Mineral water only. "my answer is flat.

" All right.. Wait a minute, yeah. I went inside and bought mineral water for us. "

shadow Syafrie disappeared into the food house that provides a menu of chicken dishes and fried duck. Not long after, his shadow reappeared with a package.

" This is the mineral water you ordered. I also bought some of your favorite snacks. Don't you intend to stop by and eat there? I can carry you. "the bargain I refuse with a weak piggy bank. " No, thank you. But I'm not hungry "I replied. He sighed while looking at me, but did not say anything. Then get in the car and go back on your way. We stayed silent throughout the journey.

I actually feel bored and bored. But unfortunately, my phone was lost during an accident that hit me some time ago. Probably got thrown in the accident. Because I put it in the front seat near the steering wheel. While the wallet I keep in my sling bag, safe because it is draped on my shoulder. Only my bag strap was broken and torn, but the wallet and contents were not lost.

" Sleep if you're tired. Our journey is still far away... "

" Hurry up a little driving. I've longed to see Afika. "I'm annoyed. Syafrie chuckled softly in response to my frustration at seeing the way she was driving.

" You're sick, Asthma. The streets are also broken. Later if I drive quickly, fear you will feel sick or uncomfortable when there is a shock. Patience, yes dear. "persuade him while stroking next to my cheek. I look away and look out the window. " Do not be sweet to me, if the ends will later hurt me too." I groaned but still can be heard by Syafrie.

" What do you mean, baby? "

" Why should I explain. You should understand yourself, why I say that. I'm sick of all your cues, Syafrie. Why don't you just tell me in front of my family that you want to divorce me and ask me to get back together with Mas Haris? "

Exploded my frustration. If only my condition wasn't like this. I've been lunging and hitting this shitty guy.

" I'm sorry for all that. I don't mean to make you angry or disappointed with all my attitude all along. But I have reason to do all that. "

" Whatever your reasons, I don't feel like I have any more self-esteem as a woman. I feel like garbage thrown away because it is no longer needed and picked up by Mas Haris to be recycled. "

" Asthma.... "

" Enough Syafrie. To you I'm no more valuable than a child-printing machine. Still more valuable that woman. Even if you say you don't love him, you still have the heart to think about how he feels. As for me, what..? Ever since, have you thought about how I feel. No. You never, Syafrie... You only do what you think is good for you to do but never think whether others will accept you with all your decisions" I said in a hurt tone. Well.... Syafrie must be aware, that his attitude to me has been very outrageous.

Syafrie fell silent and refocused on the steering wheel. But once - a time I could catch from the corner of my eye that he glanced at me many times.

" I just want you to be happy" he said later.

I looked towards him.

" Happy...? Have you ever wondered what makes me happy? No. no...? " i replied with a cynical pull on the tip of my lips.

Basic Syafrie moron....