THE EMPEROR'S HANDICAPPED GIRL
The Wasted Child

It had been almost a week that the Emperor had not returned to the Mahaputra house. During that time Sabia began to get tired of waiting and hoping to meet the man who had become her husband. Mira and Hari seem reluctant to talk about the Emperor, and Sabia is embarrassed to ask them about her husband. After all, all this time Mira and Hari also Bik Yati had treated Bia very well, so Sabia never felt lonely.

Bik Yati's silly behavior always comforts Sabia when night falls, not infrequently Bik Yati accompanies Sabia to sleep in the room even though he has to bring his own mattress. Though sleeping in bed as long as Sabia did not matter, he never discriminated anyone based on caste. For Sabia, all human degrees are the same, which discriminates precisely the human being himself. Act as if they are kings just because they have a lot of wealth, but when they die they bring only their own merits and sins.

"Non Bia."

Sabia flinched, her daydreams suddenly froze at the sound of Bik Yati calling out her name.

"Yes, Bik?" Sabia reflexively brought her head closer to the origin of the sound. The more days his instincts get sharper.

"Anu, Big Mistress told me to tell Non Bia. Said today Madam wants Non Bia's anther control to the Hospital."

Sabia tried to remember, right, Doctor Alex the other day asked her to come next week. And that means today.

"Sir, can you please help me get a shirt in the closet?"

Bik Yati who had been standing in the doorway suddenly entered the room nimbly. He opened the door of Sabia's closet which was only filled with half the shelves.

"Non Bia wants to wear a dress of what color?" ask Bik Yati while checking some piles of clothes that have been folded neatly.

"Whatever, Bik. Make me any color the same. It just looks dark in my eyes."

"Ah, Non Bia don't say that dong. Bibik is sad!" Bik Yati grabbed the pink dress and pulled it slowly. "Pake a pink shirt, No! Let the aura look seger and cheerful!"

Sabia nodded, Bik Yati also painstakingly helped her young Miss change clothes. During this week, Bik Yatilah taught Sabia to adapt to the whole room and every corner. Sabia had to memorize every round motion of her wheelchair to get to the bathroom, then to the bed or to the wardrobe. While bathing, Bik Yatilah who carried Sabia moved from a wheelchair to a stainless chair that had been prepared by the Mahaputra family. Soap bottles, shampoos and body lotions were placed in order, Sabia only needed to memorize the location or smell the aroma to distinguish. Losing her sense of sight made Sabia have to sharpen her other senses well.

"Non, oh, that's so pretty, huh! Kayak gulali's. Bibik so want to lickin so soon Non Bia wear pink clothes!" praise Bik Yati as soon as Sabia has finished changing dress.

Sabia only smiled at a glance, she pushed her wheelchair onto the dresser and felt the box where she kept the lipstick. Bik Yati still faithfully tailed her Young Miss without interrupting.

"Bik, it's rose pink, right?" Sabia thrust a lipstick in any direction.

Bik Yati approached and read the inscription on the lipstick glass bottle. "Yes, Non. That's rose pink. Want Bibik to help you?"

Sabia nodded, this was the first time she had worn lipstick after being blinded. Bia is still not used to greeting him lipped.

"Well, I've." Bik Yati put the lipstick back in place.

"Eh, Bik. Don't carelessly care, laid out first. Pink Nude, Rose Pink, Baby Pink, Shimer Pink last new Neon Pink!"

Bik Yati heard Sabia's orders with the quail. 'All lipstick is Pink! What distinguishes what? Lawong is both Pink!' Bik Yati nodded in wonder.

"Bik, it's horrifying, right?"

"Yes, yes, Non. This has Bibik tata like Non Bia mandate," said Bik Yati resigned.

Sabia fingered the table again in search of a comb, she began to get used to the position of things that should not be shifted or moved. After tidying his hair and swishing it upwards, Bik Yati pushed Sabia's wheelchair into the living room. There Mira was waiting for her daughter-in-law while reading fashion magazines.

"Are you ready?" mira asked as Sabia had already arrived in front of her.

Sabia nodded. "Already, Ma" he answered.

Mira passed by and ran small to her room downstairs. Bik Yati pushed Sabia's chair onto the terrace where the driver was already waiting for them.

On the way, Sabia just kept silent. He pretended to close his eyes so that Mira would not invite him to chat. His mood began to dim again, for some reason.

Arrive at the Hospital. Alex's doctor checked Sabia without waiting in line. That's the great thing about being rich, no need to bother waiting your turn.

Alex's doctor examined the condition of Sabia's leg which suffered a fracture in the ankle. Asking a few things related to complaints that occurred after returning from the Hospital and gave a small stimulus to his eyes, unfortunately, Sabia's eyes did not respond to anything. Fix, Sabia needed a corneal donor and she had to queue with several people who had already filled the list as a corneal donor recipient. This time, the treasure did not have much effect because the Hospital could not confirm when the cornea was available.

An hour later at the hospital, they finally went home. Mira first invited Bia to lunch at one of the Italian restaurants. Mira felt compassion for Sabia who never once enjoyed the fresh air since moving to the Mahaputra house. Moreover, he must be stressed from thinking about the Emperor who disappeared somewhere.

"Enak, Bia?" mira asked as soon as the portion of Spagetty Carbonara ordered by her had been exhausted.

Sabia nodded and smiled. "Enak, Ma" he answered briefly.

Mira put down her spoon and watched Sabia lovingly.

"Do you feel at home in our house?" ask Mira again.

Bia was stifled at hearing that question, was that some kind of trap question?

"You know, you must be wondering where the Emperor is, why he didn't come home and why he didn't call you, right?"

Bia's response just shook his head quickly. He was curious at first, but lately he did not really care about the kunyuk man. Bia was already quite amused with Bik Yati and Hari.

"The emperor hated Mama because Mama was not the woman who gave birth to her." Mira.

Hearing that brief explanation, Sabia could only be wide-eyed in shock. Unknowingly he held his breath.

"I'm just Mama continued the Emperor, when Kai was 3 years old, his biological mother died. Papa then married Mama until Hariandi was born. But for Mama, Kai is still a child that Mama loves even though he was not born from my own womb," said Mira stammered.

Sabia listened without daring to interrupt. He began to understand why the Emperor did not feel at home in his own house, even though Mira and Hari were good people.

"That's why she hates Mama and Hari so much. She always thought we were bad and evil, but all this time Mama never once hated Kai. He is still our sweet and kind son, though now his heart is still frozen to see the sincerity of our love for him!"

"Ma."

Sabia fingered the table to look for Mira's hand. As if understanding that Sabia wanted to give her strength, Mira stretched out her hand and they clasped each other.

"Mama and Day of the Good. Someday the Emperor will be conscious. Wait a minute, hopefully Bia can help improve your relationship" Sabia promised.

His relationship with the Emperor was never clear. Despite being married, the Emperor did not treat Sabia properly. Sabia's heart started to melt when she remembered that.

"Thank you, Sabia. I am thankful that you became our daughter-in-law. We will try to make sure you recover quickly and immediately in surgery to be able to see again" promised Mira.

Sabia smiled, she tightened her grip on Mira's hand. But suddenly the phone in Mira's bag rang loudly. Mira took off their grip and grabbed the phone from inside her bag.

Papa Love is calling ...

"Hello, Pa?"