The Value of Loyalty
Overthink

"Is it better?" Ma'am Tia started to make a sound again when she heard Rindi's crying getting weaker and stopped. At some point her clothes felt wet from Rindi's tears.

"Bak anthra down." His words again helped Rindi get up, lucky that the girl began to lift herself up.

"You can take a taxi!" Talk to Riddi. "You can't have a bike in this situation."

Rindi just nodded. Feeling his body getting weaker, there was no way he could ride his beloved motorbike now. His eyes grew hotter after crying and wanted to be shut.

Ma'am Tia came back to him after ordering a taxi for him. The woman's attitude was now a concern after knowing the truth. Especially when looking at Rindi like helpless right now.

Rindi is quiet tends to be closed, and from that nature, Mbak Tia slightly understood with Rindi who did not open her status to them. Rela bears everything, does not have to explain.

The woman continued to carry Rindi's body until she entered the taxi. There is no sense in seeing the condition of his friend as it is now.

A gasp of breath was heard as the car Rindi was driving away from the woman's sight.

In the car Rindi chose to close her eyes, leaning on the car seat.

His breath felt a little warm, his eyes still felt heavy.

How long did he close his eyes, until a voice came from the front seat, "Neng, have entered the compound, his house where neng?"

Raising the head, eyes opened slightly narrowed. Look at the area where it is now.

"Aisle to two turn right sir. My house is the third house to the right of the street." Back to the head in the seat.

"It's up to neng."

When opening your eyes, the car landed right in front of the fence of his house.

"Assalamualaikum" he said as he opened the door.

The mother who saw him coming home before work hours, frowned.

His daughter's face looks sad, puffy and tangled.

"Why you?" Ask me to worry.

"No pa-pa ma'am," quietly shook his head, passing into the room after opening his shoes.

Directly lying to the mattress that was on his mind. No need to wait for long, he had drifted into the dream world.

The mother who came from outside approached him who was sleeping on her side hugging a bolster pillow. One style of sleep Rindi that may last until awakened later.

"Fever?" Ask yourself when you feel the forehead of the princess that feels a little warm.

"Surely soy sauce." While gently massaging the shoulders up to the forearm.

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Slowly Rindi started to open her eyes. She heard that the door to her room had just closed.  Look towards the door that has been closed again.

"Mom, did you call the doctor?"

"Said not pa-pa. Maybe just too tired." Mother's voice.

"Ara also had a fever, he was asked the answer like that, "no pa-pa." When examined, the doctor said typhoid symptoms."

Reno smiled spoiledly towards the wife. Starting to bring the face closer, until the nose shoots meet each other.

"Look?" Screeched the woman while pushing her husband's body slowly, as Reno's head made their noses rub against each other.

"Dear we got it?"

"Your son."

"Yes, my son is home, not your son?" Reno's laughter echoed, the wife just sneered.

"Call papa, ask the same driver Tina brought Ara here, don't forget the equipment too!" Tell it to the wife.

"Yes, I called home first. Call the doctor for Dira." The voice of Reno's wife.

The conversation was heard in Rindi's room. Her brother had just closed the door to her room.

His attention and family worries as he lay weak warmed his heart.

Glanced at the wall clock attached to the wall of the room.

Oh, my God, half six in the evening, he hasn't done the Ashar prayer. The house should feel more crowded, because the office hours are over.

How are his friends at the office?

Ashar prayers are already, though at the end of time.

Cleanse yourself even with just a little body wash, changing clothes in pajamas. Go back to bed, lay back down.

The head is still a little dizzy, breathing still feels warm, even though the eyes still feel heavy. Want to fall asleep but responsibility, soon magribpun arrived. The head may be getting dizzy.

Where's the cell phone?

Ah, for a while it feels like you want to be free from the sloping news that may be spread in the office.

Shortly thereafter hendle door to his room again sounded accompanied by the sound of a sliding door.

"Away awake?" Reno's voice as their views meet. Here is the smile on my sister's face.

"How's the? What's that hurting?" A series of questions the man accompanied his steps closer towards Rindi's bed.

"Dizziness." The short answer was accompanied by a pushy smile presented to her brother.

"It can still wake up, right? Pray first, eat. Abis magrib there's probably gonna be a doctor who's gonna check on you." Hands placed on the forehead of the sister.

"Could be," answered Rindi while moving about to wake up to help her brother.

"Can wudhu, right?" Reno while fixing the location of the pillow for the sister's backrest.

"There's still wudhunya, brother. New abis salat ashar, just woke up," A kissy smile formed on her beautiful pale face.

"No pa-pa but don't be too dry!"

After the prayer magrib Rindi prefers to go outside the room, joining the others in the living room. While waiting for dinner to be served. Especially when he heard the voice of his nephew who had just been delivered by his driver and caregiver.

Lying on the long sofa in front of the tv berbantalkan thigh the brother of the faithful massaged his head slowly. The nephew was walking to and fro with his grandfather grabbing whatever was interesting in his eyes.

Thankfully, he was still sick. At least still given a chance to breathe, and enjoy the warmth of being in a warm family.

Thank God more, because the pain comes at the right time.

When he wants to avoid his office friends.

"Evening is ready. Eat yuk!" Her sister-in-law who had just come from the kitchen was helping mother and aunt.

Rindi raised her head from the lap of the elder sister. Back grateful in his heart, his brother-in-law was no longer jealous of him when close to his brother.

"The doctor's not here yet?" Reno to the wife.

"Patience dear, sure naggung. We called last night with magrib, maybe dinner first." His brother who had invited him to eat, actually sat beside Rindi.

"Eat! Eat up! Eat up!" The voice of the father excited himself by holding Ara-the grandson- .

Every now and then in swinging made the little girl giggle with pleasure.

"Would you like to eat here?" Sister Reno to Rindi.

"On the dinner table, brother." He wants her to be with another family. At the moment the look is still crumpled and pale.

"You eat here! The story is sick again. You are now queen, all served, enjoy!"

Rindi pressed her lips, what did her brother mean? Cook yes, anyone wants to enjoy the pain?

Seeing Rindi pout, Reno laughed while shuffling her hair.

"Sambal!" Rindi's eyes direct the chili that is on the edge of the plate. Rice, vegetable asem, fried tilapia are all in one dish, complete with special rice sauce made by the father. Coming home from the store father never forget to make his flagship sambal.

Rindi is realizing Reno's words, becoming a princess at home on the grounds of her illness.

As of now, she was being fed by her brother in front of the tv, exactly the same as her brother-in-law who was feeding her son in the same room.

Sometimes resting his head on the sofa because it is still a little heavy.