THE OWNER OF THE HEART ROOM
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Richard accompanied his mother until the alarm on his watch sounded, making the mother who heard him a little shocked.

"You have an alarm?" asked Mama in a surprised tone that did not want to be hidden.

Richard chuckles.

"Alarm takes medicine, Ma" said Richard making his mother look a little astonished.

"Usually after taking this medicine I was immediately like I was dead" said Richard made his mother silence her own mouth so shocked by what Richard said.

Die off?

Then the old eyes returned to glass.

Richard who later realized the error of the selection of words then grabbed his mother's shoulder.

"Not that bad, Ma. Gini, although the drug taken is the same, the effect to each person can be different. Well if the effect to me from the beginning includes delicious and not torturous. Sometimes there is an early take of the drug to be unable to sleep because it is always vomiting or nausea, to the point of not being able to eat. There is also a fever, or pain all his body, or other effects. Thank God if I had the effect of taking this medicine just sleep soundly for one to three hours, can not wake up. Although it may be appropriate to build up with horror but his eyes do not want to be invited to be literate." Richard explained with a smile, trying to calm the tense face of his mother.

And it seems to work out enough. Her mother's tense face seems to be loosening now.

"But after a few hours of sleep, you're back to normal?" ask her mother to know.

"Yes. Normal as usual. There is nothing different." replied Richard with a smile.

"Yes, the hunt was taken with the medicine. He said he had to be on time" his mother said, rushing to grab a glass of water on the small table by the side of the bed and handing it to Richard.

"Thank you, Ma" said Richard, then taking his medicine under the watchful eye of his mother.

The old woman's heart rumbled to see Richard who was very leisurely taking his medicine.

Why must you suffer this, my son?

O Allah, so that he always lengthened his age.

"I didn't sleep for five minutes, Ma. Don't be confused." said Richard then lay down his body.

"Here is his head" said his mother asking him to put his head in her mother's lap.

"I'm heavy, Ma. This old man." said Richard, although he still obeyed his mother with a laugh.

Placing his head on the lap of his mother who then stroked his temple and forehead gently.

It felt calm and peaceful, just like his childhood.

I don't know how many years he hasn't been like this with his mother.

As he remembered this last time when he was circumcised, fifth grade Elementary School.

After circumcision he already does not want if his mother wants to ngeloni(sleeping accompany).

Already embarrassed because they feel grown, already circumcision.

"None is heavy. No matter how old you are, you will still be your son" said the mother with a smile.

"Well, sleep well" said his mother, stroking his forehead, as he had when he was a child.

Relax, relax.

"When I go to sleep, my mom goes to sleep" said Richard, who was half-floating.

"Yes" said his last mother still heard by his ears.

After that his eyes had closed tightly and his breath had quietly flowed.

He no longer heard the silent sobbing of his mother who now caressed his face with trembling hands.

The feeling of the female owner of her paradise felt as if she was releasing it into the battlefield.

Pray that he will return home quickly in good health no less.

"Ma, what are you doing?" mr. Pambudi's voice from the direction of the door made Mama Richard take his eyes off the calm face of Richard who was sleeping towards the door.

Mr. Pambudi approached when he saw Richard sleeping on his mother's lap.

"He sick?" asked Mr. Pambudi worried while fingering Richard's forehead which of course is not hot.

"It's not hot" said Mr. Pambudi as he looked at his wife in astonishment.

"He's been taking his medicine. Go straight to sleep. This is until a few hours later, it can not be built he said" said Bu Pambudi explained.

"Huh? Is that danger?" asked Mr. Pambudi looking panicked.

"No papa said he" said Bu Pambudi calmly.

"Know not, we're like dejavu when the sick children fit small first. As it is now, tense, panicked, sad, was-was." said Mr. Pambudi while inching to sit beside Richard's body.

Patted a glimpse of his son's arm.

"He was sick too. Even hurt him forever." said Bu Pambudi sadly. His eyes began to look glass again.

"Don't be sad. Year after year of treatment, HIV continues to grow. Eric's gonna be fine. He's been proving it all along, hasn't he? We just have to continue to pray for him, and help keep him to stay well" said Mr. Pambudi strengthen his wife who nodded in understanding.

"He's a special kid. I have always been proud of him." said Mr. Pambudi without wanting to hide his proud gaze and tone.

"Thank you for giving me a child as well as he did for me" said Mr. Pambudi staring thankfully at his wife.

"Don't make me cry again, Pa. The news that Eric had made me tired of crying all day." said Bu Pambudi while shrinking his fragrant tears with a smile.

Mr. Pambudi chuckled.

"In a moment." refused Bu Pambudi.

"He was tired of crying all day. Let's go to sleep. Your son is sleeping well. Let him sleep comfortably, do not need to be on the bench" said Mr. Pambudi still forced to persuade his wife to move.

"Yes." said Bu Pambudi at last.

She kissed the boy's forehead before following him out of Richard's room.

******

Mr. Pambudi shuffled out of bed after he believed his wife was asleep.

The beautiful face that had started to be decorated with slight wrinkles made her smile.

Such a good wife. Very good mother.

Mr. Pambudi turned to the bed just to make sure his wife would not know his departure from the room and would hide his goods for a moment in his study.

He needed time alone and silence to calm himself down.

It's a lie that he's not shaken by the news of Richard's reality.

It is a big mistake if he does not want to be angry at Mr. Darto's daughter who makes Richard have to be this way.

But is all that useful at the moment?

His anger will not cure his son.

His sadness would also not be able to turn back the clock and make everything not happen.

Right now all he needed was to have common sense and sincerity accept everything.

What he needed to do most now was the ability to continue to be able to look after Richard, his favorite crown prince.

Staying prejudiced over all the destiny that is happening also requires energy and breadth of heart.

He should also always be able to look calm and firm in front of his wife so that his wife is infected with positive energy.

Only good things should he think about and do now.

For Richard's sake, for his wife's sake, for the good of all of them.

His thoughts now turned to Richard and Nawang's wedding plans.

Both are young. Must still have a strong desire to unite themselves.

With Richard's current state would it not be a problem later?

How will their bed life be?

Will they be able to have offspring?

Is it true that Nawang would spend the rest of his life with Richard willingly?

How will Richard satisfy his wife's inner needs when things are like this?

He who has been completely blind about HIV and never had the desire to know about all things related to HIV is now starting to find out through the most knowledgeable Waste in the world, Mbah G.

His fingers occasionally danced on his laptop keyboard and then for quite a while he was glued to reading all the things he wanted to know about his son's illness.

About all the things that were questions in his mind.

At least he's got a little capital for questions and talks with Richard tomorrow.

Either way he has to make sure Richard's life in the future stays on track.

As a parent he had to be sure that Richard's life would be fine.

Inevitably he had to figure out what the best path Richard could take.

He would not dictate because he was sure Richard already knew what to go and through which way.

But as a parent at least he should be able to feel the way of what is likely to be passed by Richard so that his son remains in good condition.

However he is still a parent, who will still act as a parent who always wants and prays for his children are always in good condition, just fine, even if the children do not ask for help and can solve their own problems.

At least he should know and be sure his children will always be okay.

Thank you God we still have a chance to know the condition of our son. Strengthen and always keep him, prolong his age.

Strengthen and extend our age so that we can always accompany him through all this.

Forgive the servant who neglected to take care of your care until he had to accept this pain for the rest of his life, O Allah....

Forgive me, Lord.....

The prayer was now held up expectantly between his hands that looked up after his long prostration in a third of the night on a stretch of prayer mats, along with tears that could no longer be contained.

Tears helplessly and weakly before his Lord.

Wishingful tears of mercy from the Most Compassionate and Merciful.

Tears without hesitation and shame for the baby.

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