The Fading Love
Village house

Thank God, Aska was allowed to go home after almost a week in care, I was happy to see my little angel again able to laugh satisfied and talk a lot, chatty as usual.

I've tidied all Aska's stuff into the bag. Aska sat playing on the bed with her legs crossed, the infusion just opened a few minutes ago. Aska asked in his hand after the gauze wrapped around my son's hand in the open, Aska continued to say, itching, maybe later in his hand bandage.

I smiled when I heard Aska taking a robot with a head that could take out a flashlight she spoke to like a true friend. Why is it so funny to hear his chatter, O God, I do not want to see my son sick again, crushed my feelings when my son groaned in pain, he said, raging roared as the nurse could not find the right spot to put the infusion needle into her hand.

I went out for a while to make up for the medicine, after ten minutes I came back. I've called a taxi that will take me to the airport and fly to my hometown, South Kalimantan. I miss my mama's cooking, I miss my papah's nagging, I miss the snacks sold on the side of the road.

When I was a child, my brother and I always whined at my father to be taken out for a walk, buying various kinds of sweet and salty snacks that arouse appetite.

Papah did not refuse, finished praying isya, with a sarong and cocoa clothes are still attached, papa will take me and Shaka's brother around the highway using papah's favorite red motorcycle, papah, and to this day, the bike is still in our house.

Shaka's brother and I will immediately pull Papah's hand after the beloved motorcycle is parked neatly. The three of us will comb the street with a variety of good food vendors, my eyes and my brother sparkling to see it.

Baked bread with cheese and chocolate stuffing at the Ipan amang stall is the first choice. His bread is very good from other breads, amang Ipan call it. He makes and bakes his own bread, unlike other toast sellers who order bread to the city center once every three days.

The fill given was not a little, definitely out of his bread. That's for the snack, if for heavy food, I, brother Shaka, papah, and mamah have their own taste.

I prefer chicken noodles with thick sauce that is so good, brother Shaka fried rice with a lot of fried onion sprinkles, while mama papah prefers Samin meatballs, and more, that meatball I really don't like the taste.

Remembering the memories of my happy childhood made me temporarily forget this bitter and miserable life of mine.

I was in the taxi, I remember Zidan was supposed to be home as promised two days ago, but yesterday when I came home to pick up some Aska toys to bring to the village, there was no sign of Zidan coming.

I sent a short message an hour ago before I left the hospital.

*the Aska*

*"Assalamualaikum, Zi"

"have you gone home? when are you coming home?"

"Zi, I miss mama papah, I'll let you go home for a while, yeah. Be careful, don't eat late as long as I'm not around. I love you, and Aska misses her papa"

"Aska Alhamdulillah is healthy, our child is back cheerful, if there is free time, can you ask for a moment Zi, I want to talk?"*

I sighed, when I checked my phone again and it turned out that the messages had been sent, but there was no answer as usual. I don't want to be moody in this happy moment, I want to enjoy time with my family without any sense of tightness filling my heart.

POV Author

"going away without saying goodbye? pulling "one corner of his lips up in satisfaction, it seemed like the shadow of Zidan's wrath had already adorned his head.

"stay with more gasoline on it, let it burn more" monologue Karina.

Karina also smiled with satisfaction, Zidan obeyed everything he said. Zidan only read all the messages that came from thisayah, never once did Zidan lift a call from the woman who ai considered the bully.

"Zidan is already in my grasp, Inayah. You'll never be able to touch her again, Zidan is in my hands"

"this is a reply worth what Lo did first"

"honey, please get Nesha's toy, here she cries for it in the hold" Karina quickly put down Zidan's phone, she took some toys in the room and immediately went out to meet Zidan and Nesha.

Zidan held Nesha as he calmed her down, the three-year-old girl crying so much in her beloved papa sling.

"honey, yes" said Zidan so softly, Karina took over Nesha from Zidan, afraid Zidan gout because it had been almost an hour carrying Nesha who never let go of his crying. But Nesha refused, the little girl tightened her arms around the papah's neck, Zidan gestured for Karina to sit down, she could handle the beloved princess's cry.

"father's son, papah's beloved, papah's only daughter" there is something wrong with Zidan's speech according to Karina, something is not appropriate that Zidan should not say.

"why is your only daughter, Karina your only child, you have no children other than Karina, that poor daughter, not yours! " saidan said with a voice on the press, Zidan just nodded obediently, like the robot he just typed at his employer.

"my only son, my beloved daughter, who is beautiful and spoiled" Karina smiled with satisfaction, she could really feel proud of her position in Zidan's life, Inayah was nothing at all.

"tomorrow we go home yes, I still have a lot of work in Jakarta that must be taken care of"

"work, or did you miss them?" Zidan rolled his eyes panted, Karina loved to look for trouble between them. It is very interesting to provoke a commotion that is endlessly blessed with an apology from Zidan to calm his beloved wife.

"Don't start Karina" said Zidan.

"answer what is difficult! you just say yes to him, say no lose no"

"i'm in Jakarta a lot of work, there are important meetings to discuss the new branch of the company, what is less clear? did I ever say I miss Inayah and her son? I never even called her just to keep your feelings, Karina" Karina stood up, she hugged Zidan from the front, Karina looked up at Zidan.

"i love you, Zidan Narenda"

"i also love you, Kirana Maharani "the two throw a happy smile.

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