Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 118
Sinful Angel chapter 118
With a face that perfectly closes his aura, Tya is solemn on his alphabet.
After the dawn prayers were over, he remained there. Divorcing do’a, berbasbih through the heart is also oral. Asking for directions also increases patience. Asking for help in situations where difficulties are being squeezed, also asking to be given strength and firmness in faith as great as any storm of life trials that hit.
Farhana was heard calling his name followed by a knock on the door of the room he was in. Tya shuffled up to open the door.
“By login?” said Farhana who turned out to come to Tya's room while carrying a tray containing food. “Breakfast first. From yesterday Dek Tya has not eaten. Remember, it needs nutrients in there. Despite the nausea, still have to force to eat,” persuade Farhana gently. Her motherly aura oozed out strongly.
“Sorry, I got so much nerepotin, Ustadzah. Already hitchhiking, still hitchhiking to eat too,” said Tya while looking down unwell.
“Same as no. Fellow Muslims are brothers, should help each other when his brother is in trouble. Maybe today you need help. But tomorrow it could be me who needs help. So, do not hesitate and a lot of thoughts. And now I live alone. I used to live alone with my sister, but after graduating from college, she chose a career in Negeri.”
The door leaf opened Tya wide. Farhana put a tray on a small table near the bed. The breakfast menu presented is a potato and chicken curry puff, some pieces of salted biscuits, pieces of kiwi fruit and a glass of warm milk.
“Taken yes. Although not tasteful, force to eat. Little is also okay, the important thing is filling the stomach,” message Farhana before leaving the room.
“Thank you very much, Ustadzah,” replied Tya stuck haru.
“Do not hesitate. After eating, if Dek Tya is ready to tell you about the reason for the decision to leave the house, I wait in the side yard. I happen to be free of teaching hours today. But if not ready, do not be forced, calm the heart by still calling God's asthma relentlessly. Dhikr and get closer to the Divine is the best medicine when wracked with heartbreak.”
Tya filled the stomach ala ratenya course because the nausea again urged climbing up to the throat, Tya pushed his food by sipping a glass of warm chocolate milk until half a glass.
At times like this, Tya misses Bhishma even more. Tya longs to sip coffee from the cup of the husband who has tasted Bisma first. Tya misses the smell of her husband's masculine body which is very powerful to calm his nausea vomit especially in the morning.
Again the corners of his eyes water. Tya shrunk her cheeks rough. “Why am I being a crybaby anyway? You used to not do this, Cintya!” his reprimands are angry at himself.
Not wanting to continue to dissolve in her lonely cries alone, Tya came out of the room with a tray to the kitchen. Wash the cutlery first before following Farhana to the side yard. Approaching Farhana who is taking care of the plants.
“Eh, have you finished breakfast?” Farhana greeted Tya who came closer.
“Alhamdulillah already, Ustadzah.”
“Come sit.”
Farhana washes her hands first. Sitting in one of the rattan chairs there, followed by Tya who landed his hips on the other chair that was located opposite.
“Where, ready for the story?”
Tya squeezed his fingers intertwined in his lap, then nodded slowly. “Siap, Ustadzah. But before that I had another request. Please do not tell Khalisa or Mas Bhishma that I am here now.”
Farhana commented on the soothing smile. Nodded. Asking Tya to relax when talking about strange problems that whack. Farhana listened well without judging. Occasionally nodding, not interrupting Tya who was trying to speak stammeringly in some parts of the story. Participate concerned when hearing the rejection in-laws Tya caused by the stain of the past.
“I am neither angry nor blaming my mother for objecting to my past. Mother has the right to choose and get rid of those who feel bad for the child who has been born and cared for with affection. Therefore, I choose to accept the request of the mother to muffle the storm so that peace is re-created as before, even though here it feels very sick.” Tya touched the surface of her chest cavity with shiny wet eyeballs.
“I know, this must be heavy for Dek Tya. Your intentions are noble, choosing to give up for the sake of harmonious relationship back fractured between a child and his birth mother, do not want your husband to be a bad boy because of you. But, a wife leaving her husband is also not allowed. Actual sin when a wife leaves her home. But indeed the current position of Dek Tya is very difficult and wrong for sure. But, try to think again carefully, take time to think carefully before making a decision,” said Farhana gave advice calmly, without judgment.
“I know, Ustadzah. My actions are not allowed. But, let me who have been flabbergasted in this sin bear. Do not be borne by a good and devoted person to parents like Mas Bhishma. Because if Mas Bhishma even become a child with me as a cause, then I will be haunted by guilt for a lifetime. After all, the thorn of contention Mother and Mas Bhishma is me. Like a thorn in the street. Not the way out, is it? But its durinya that must be removed.”
Farhana is sorry. Tya's position is heavy and weird. However, he will not give up understanding also helps through do’a.
“For that I came to see Ustadzah. I am still raw learning this religion but guidance in addressing the problems of life,” said Tya.
“Then, what are your plans after this? Going from home in pregnant conditions must be difficult, right?” ask Farhana again, continuing the conversation.
“I've been thinking about it all night. I must quickly organize my life with the child in this womb. I want to go far away from Bandung, but do not know where to go, do not have relatives and money does not have much. I also did not want to trouble Khalisa, so did not come there. He has not long tasted the sweetness of life. I don't want to be a burden. If you can, hire me here or give me a job at the school where Ustadzah teaches,”.
“Working in this young pregnant condition?” Farhana frowned. His tone sounded objectionable. Fear of bad things happening to the content of Tya.
“Iya Ustadzah's. Any job I am willing to do, so labor sweeps in school or so ART in this house does not matter. All work, I can all add religious knowledge if I am near Ustadzah. The plan, after I have the capital and the provision of childbirth, then I will leave Bandung city as far as I can. To a remote place maybe. But if there are no job openings, maybe I will return to scavenging like before, which is important halal. I do not want the child who is still holy in my womb is fed from illegal money.”
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Throughout the night until dawn, many times Bisma deliriously called out the name Tya. Both of his eyes were closed, but the corner of his eyes kept getting wet.
The fever only dropped for a while, the rest continued to be high heat. Arkana who stayed up waiting for Bisma, watching the condition of his sister-in-law that really makes him sad.
Currently Bisma body is indeed detected medically ill after yesterday hours of walking under the torrential rain without remembering to fill the stomach of a small item. However, the pain of Bhishma now is not solely due to rain, soul shocks and severe stress are the main causes.
His body is not that weak. It is not easy to fall just because of the rain. Only this time another thing. When the body is sick, the heart can still be fine. But when the fragile heart languishes, the body suffers and that is what is happening to Bhishma now.
The bisma palpates while fully awake from its sleep. The scorching sunlight slid through the window slit woke her up, smashing into her two newly opened eyes. Creating a pain pulse that is increasingly not due to stabbing in his head. Reflexes, Bisma clenched her eyelids again before then reopening slowly.
A look of Bisma swept through the room. The paint is pure white. Obviously this is not his room. His eyes then caught the existence of an infusion hose that when traced connected to the back of his left hand.
There was no one in this room but her because Arkana had indeed left for the office, while Nara was in Viona's room. Mang Eko who will replace Arkana keeps him still on the way.
“Why am I lying here? I have to find Tya.”
Troubled, Bhishma got up and got out of bed. As his two legs retraced on the floor, Bisma hurriedly clung to whatever reached her hand, holding her powerless and almost upturned-thrust axe.
Heads circling. Some time Bisma shook her head hoping that the dizzy dizzy dizzy was gone. After it feels better, although not completely. The bisma dragged the infusion pole into the bathroom, washing her flushed face with fever.
Staring at the mirror, the longing torment came tapering again, stoning the heart. The shadows of Tya's face filled her head and brain right now.
“Wait for me, Honey. I'll find you soon and bring you back,” muttered with pale lips trembling.
Not wanting to waste time, Bisma forcibly pulled out her own hose infusion until red liquid splattered from the back of her hand and dripped onto the tile floor.
Out of the inpatient room in a state of care. Although the fireflies on his head gradually darkened. Bhishma continued to drag her steps towards the elevator until she reached the first floor.
It was just stepping out of the elevator. His stout height felt as light as a cotton swab and his consciousness was completely snatched away before his body finally crashed onto the floor.
Poppy and Mang Eko, who were heading towards the elevator, were shocked when they saw someone slamming on the floor to create a thumping sound. And the two of them panicked when from a distance finally recognized who the unconscious and lying figure on the floor was.
“Pak Bharma!”
Seriate.