Special Maid For Om Duda
What's wrong with my sister?

My heart was getting stifled when I got to the hospital, because my curiosity would soon be answered. Who is sick? Especially to the critical By joining hands we immediately stepped foot to immediately find out the answer to my question.

My sight caught a figure I knew very well, sitting pensively in front of the operating room. My feet are getting heavier to step, there is no more waiting for you besides the Father, even my brother-in-law or my other sister is not there so my curiosity is more poignant.

"Sir..." I walked faster and straight away, my father looked at me with a wailing look.

"Who is sick? And why the critical?" I asked the Father in a weak voice, while Mas Aarav rubbed my back, to give support, and won me over.

"Lyra, maybe last night there was an argument with Dirly, caught this morning when Wita cried continuously, right at the door was broken the condition was almost not helped," replied the Father with a lowered face and a trembling voice, weaklings.

The deg!! My hair immediately goosebumps, when hearing the explanation of the Father.

"Dirly did it?" ask me with emotions running through my chest.

"The police and we strongly suspect Dirly, especially he is not at the scene" replied the father again.

"So in Lyra's room there's only Lyra and Wita?" ask me again, my curiosity is getting bigger moreover, last night in our house was crowded why can not be helped no one knows the incident.

He nodded back weakly.

"How is Lyra's condition?" ask again.

"Lyra is having surgery, on her stomach there are three stab wounds and the doctor is doing his best for your sister. Ma'am, I'm sorry Lyra if she's making you hurt, please pray for Lyra to be strong to face this difficult time," said the father with a heavy voice, and I saw for the first time that you were sobbing sadly. I know how you feel about that father. Must be angry and also sad because when it should be happy to envelop our family, in fact there is one side that makes our family overwhelmed with sadness.

I clasped my hands firmly. "Father calm down, Lydia is indeed angry and upset with Lyra, but Lydia must also pray that Lyra is strong to face this ordeal." I strengthened my father again.

"Mothers and other sisters how is she?" I asked again, my mind was getting more and more unsettled when I did not see Mom.

"Your mother at home, she was shocked even to faint when she saw Lyra's condition. Lyka and her husband just got home and will be here again. They're taking care of it at home. A lot of cops are at home so it needs testimony, and Lysa and her husband are keeping Mom and the kids at home. Mr. Lyra's guard. You do not expect that the fate of your son will end tragically like this. I thought Dirly was patient and could guide Lyra . In fact, he almost lost his wife's life. Maybe if Wita does not cry then Lyra will not be helped." I continued to pull out his teardrops, seen occasionally you rub his eyelids with a handkerchief.

My heart was sliced when I saw Father sobbing like now.

"Why would anyone be like that. The father who takes care of the children of the Father alone does not have the heart to mukul or nyubit, but this is why he was almost killed. No matter how wrong Lyra is, if she doesn't want to be together again, why kill her. It broke our hearts to see our son battered. You know Lyra is hard, but why do you have to finish it like that." You are back to messing. Well I personally disagree with the way Dirly punishes Lyra, very despicable like this. Even animals have a conscience, why are humans so vile.

"Why what's the condition now, sir?" I was thinking more and more about my father who was not even three years old.

"Neganlah Ma'am, must be very traumatized, Lysa said crying continues."

You look very tired, who received a child who was raised lovingly, treated like that. Especially if it happens at his house. I rubbed my Father's back.

"Mr hasn't rested?" ask me in a soft voice.

He shook his head weakly, as the answer.

"Where if you just rest in mushola or find a boarding house to rest around here. Lydia did not want even a sick father replace. Lyra needs Father and Mother to strengthen her, and a million Wita would need her grandparents." I tried to advise my father to take care of his health. Moreover, I know that for a few days, you rest less than that all because preparing for my wedding.

"Yes sir, let Lyra, Aarav and Lydia's affairs be on guard. Just take a break first. If you get sick even pity everything will be more troublesome." Mas Aarav behind me also did not lose in advising you.

I saw you staring meaningfully at Aarav. "Thank you for accepting your son sincerely. You can't keep an eye on Lydia, you can't take care of Lydia anymore. I fully submit the affairs of the Father's son to you Nak Aarav. Just one message Father, if you are no longer dear to your son. Return to Father. Or you call Father let the Father pick him up, and take care of the children. Don't hurt him. Because this heart (Father holds his chest) this heart hurts, it hurts so much when our child is beaten all-out by her husband. You are still able to take care of your children" said the Father with a heavy voice. I also sobbed with sadness. Yesterday, my father sent me to my husband.

However, at this moment my heart really hurts. How unfortunate parents are with their children. However, sometimes the figure of the husband who should protect his child, and already believed thus sure it becomes the cruelest person.

"Mother just calm down. God willing Aarav will take good care of Lydia, she is a good woman, he said politely, can respect Aarav as a husband. I learned a lot from my son. God willing, I am always with your son until death do us part." Aarav held my hand firmly. I sobbed again strongly, my heart weak when I heard my husband's promise. I never felt so happy. It seems that my patience has not been in vain turned out that God gave the gift of patience as beautiful as this.

"Thank you, Aarav. God willing Lydia will always obey her husband. He is a good brother to his sisters, so God willing a good wife and mother are also for your children. You can not love me anymore, because you yourself failed to be a parent for your sister Lyra. Maybe it's because you've spoiled your sister too much, so she grew up to be a child with a hard disposition."

"Father don't say that, no parent fails to educate his child. Just rest let me not get sick. Later if there's news from Lyra, Lydia will call you." I asked you to rest again. His old face looked tired.

I saw a faint smile from Father's tired face. "Thank You Ma'am, if so you rest first in the hospital mosque, later if there is anything call Dad yah."

Father also after saying goodbye with me and Mas Aarav walked with a step that was careless to leave us. My heart ached, as well as salute to my two parents who educated their children firmly and well. About Lyra who was hard and a little bit rebellious, it wasn't my parents' fault I educated her. He does have such a nature and may be prestige to bow down from others, so my parents advise him sometimes not heard.

"O Lord, always our Father and Mother. So that I can repay all this time for having been lovingly educated."

Now my eyes are staring at the operating room. I want how upset and angry I used to be at the figure who is currently struggling. But this time the chunk of anger was blown away, changing to do'a for my sister.

"Quotes the willingness of the heart"

We try to survive because of patience.

There is a wound buried at the base of feeling

Pain because of insults

Disappointed by betrayal

Also a sense of lara for being gossiped at accusations we never made

It's true, the world is a trial

When we're downstairs

Let them not hold their fingers together to step

Even if it does not seem to be

Where does that conscience go when we ask for help?

Pseudo-materials and promises are more tempting.

Because of selfishness, lost the fabric of sodara

The bond of relatives and friends is destroyed

There is only blasphemy, as if forgetting that it shows a dishonorable position

It is at this point that we learn to be strong

Stay strong to those who laugh out loud

To classify burdens that feel heavy as a way of forming strong faith

Forgiving those who give hurt will not make themselves contemptible

Precisely from the willingness of the heart to reach out first shows who is more dignified

God never sleeps

 We will give back for every action we make

 Lyra, maybe you have made this heart hurt, disappointed and hated

However, all I forgive, as long as you want to improve yourself

I kept staring at the door of the operating room where my sister was fighting for a life.

"Hold Lyra, Wita will be very sad if you leave. Wita needs a strong mother figure."