The Imperfect Story
Chapter 25

For three days, Zayn became a quiet boy. Going to school the boy was reluctant. If it wasn't for the Asih Ma'am there, Zayn's food wouldn't have touched him.

When Mbak Asih delivered breakfast to Zayn's room, Mbak Asih saw Zayn curled up in his blanket. In the open blanket and in the touch of the boy's arm, it felt his body temperature warmed. Yes, Zayn has a fever right now.

Maak Asih was immediately down to the kitchen to take warm water and a container filled with water, not to forget a small towel that he will use to compress Zayn.

"Sir, how does Zayn feel hot, huh?" zayn said after waking up from his sleep.

"Yes, Zayn is now feverish." said the meek Mother.

"Eat first, yuk. After this take the medicine." he added.

"Yes, Mommy." Zayn also began to devour food that was bribed by Mbak Asih. After that, the boy took his medicine and then lay down and closed his eyes.

Unable to leave Zayn alone in this state of pain, the woman did not budge from her seat and patiently accompanied the boy she had seen growing up over the years. Yes, Asih was hired by Zaskia when Zayn was two years old. So a little, Mbak Asih very much know what the habits and preferences of the boy.

Patiently, Mbak Asih compresses Zayn's forehead after a bit of drying because the temperature is quite high. Not because I couldn't get Zayn to the hospital. But the woman knew Zayn didn't like being taken to the hospital.

Suddenly Devita appeared just like that from the door, revealing her worried face because she saw Mbak Asih compressing Zayn.

"What's wrong with Zayn, Ma'am Asih?" ask her while shifting the body of Mbak Asih replace her position.

"Zayn's sick, Madam." a call that Ma'am hated so much. With Zaskia the one who hired her never calling her Madam, why did everyone force her to call Devita Madam?

"Oh my goodness, honey. Your body is very hot. Ma'am, let's take Zayn to the hospital." After holding the forehead of her biological child, Devita stood up wanting to come out to prepare.

"No need, Madam. The one who hurts is not his body. But her heart was being treated like this by her own mother. The most powerful medicine is only the presence of Mother Kia." ketus Mbak Asih said. Maak Asih who is usually calm, now begins to show his dislike to the woman who is dealing with him.

"Gosh, I forgot. You are the madam here. I shouldn't have deserved to talk to you that way." Sardin Mbak Asih said, then left Devita who was still in Zayn's room.

Feeling unable to accept the words spoken from Mbak Asih's mouth, Devita was chasing Mbak Asih who had now gone down the stairs.

"Sad Breastfeeding!" yelled Vita from above. Asih stopped his steps. Prepare your heart for what will happen after this. Vita is behind him.

"Mbak Asih, I don't think I have a problem with you. But why are you talking like you have a grudge against me?" Devita asked with her hands crossed on her chest.

"You know, Kia's mom thinks you're more than a friend! He even thinks you're a brother. But what did you do to him? All this time I was patient 'yes, from the beginning I saw you I never liked you. Because I have a bad feeling if it's related to you! It turns out that the feeling is true, not only the husband and the treasure you took from him, even the child you once threw away you also snatched from him! You're the rottenest human I've ever met!" mbak Asih's snapping vented all the anger that was piling up in his head.

Plaque!

Devita slapped Mbak Asih's cheek very strongly, until Mbak Asih was shaken and fell.

"From now on, you I fire! Never show your face in front of me again!" gertak Vita while pulling Mbak Asih who still fell down was a little dragged.

"No need for you to tell me, I really want to get out of this house. I don't want to live with rotten humans, and household destroyers like you. It's disgusting!" Ma'am Asih slammed into Vita's hand and stood up by himself. Although he still felt pain in the part of his body that was rubbing against the floor, he still tried to go to his room to clean things.

"Remember one thing, even if you try hard, Zayn will still consider Mother Kia as his biological mother." ledek Mbak Asih make Vita pensive. After that, without saying goodbye Mbak Asih went to leave the house that he had lived in for years with an employer who had been considered like his own family.

"I'm sorry Ma'am Asih, yes Zayn. Ma'am can't take care of you anymore. Hopefully after this, your birth mother will take good care of you. If not, may God bring us back together, in any way. You must be a strong boy." muttered Mbak Asih staring at the window of Zayn's room before turning around and leaving the house.

"Sad Breastfeeding!" zayn shouted repeatedly, but there was no reply from the woman who had left the house. Zayn went down the stairs with slow steps because his head was still throbbing and the body temperature was still the same as before.

"Aunty Vita, where's Asih?" zayn asked as he walked towards the kitchen hoping that the woman he was looking for was there. Vita approaches Zayn and tries to persuade him.

"Zayn to the top, yes. Rest, you haven't healed yet, honey" she said holding Zayn's arm to follow him away from the kitchen.

"Zayn wants to find Asih's mother, Zayn wants to hear Mama's voice." like in a lightning strike during the day, Vita felt pain in her heart.

"Just like Mom, baby." persuaded Vita again.

"Zayn doesn't want to! Zayn wants to be with Mama." Zayn started crying. His longing was no longer able to hold on to the woman who took care of him even though he was busy working every day but could still enter the deepest recesses of Zayn's heart because the affection was so great.

Vita was confused and joined in crying to see her biological children continue to whine to meet with Kia.

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Zaskia seems to have an inner bond with Zayn. He felt that his son was not doing well right now. Kia was so restless, eating unsettled, doing anything unsettled.

"Zayn, how are you now, son. Mama misses you very much." he said as he stared at the wallpaper of his handheld phone that uses Zayn's picture. Shortly afterwards, Kia tried to contact Mbak Asih, but the number was inactive.

"May you all be well" said Kia with a sad face.