Glass Bottle Sundari
Chapter 7

Sundari is pictured on the bench of the Hospital. Back he had to sit here and feel the same pain. He came back to curse himself. Why is she unable to take good care of her husband, to have to be in this place again.

"Mr Junab!" The beautiful sister called out her husband's name. He stood up and half ran over. She hurriedly followed the nurse walking towards the doctor's desk in the room.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it looks like Mr. Junab's condition is very unstable. The wound has not dried yet, are we willing to hospitalize again? We will observe more about the condition of the Father." The doctor explained Junab's current condition

"Worse Doc?" Ask Sundari.

"It looks pretty bad, Mom, but we'll try our best." Sundari nodded, feeling like he was struck by a bamboo, sore. She should be more concerned about her husband's condition and not busy with her sales.

After talking to the doctor, he came closer to Junab's bed. Junab's hair began to elongate. A tear escaped the corner of his eye. But immediately swiped it.

"Mas" whispered Sundari in Junab's ear. But there was no movement. Either because Junab fell asleep or pretended not to hear it.

"Prophey, this is God's test for us. I have to fight, I will fight, I'm sure we can. I love you Mas." Sundari spoke back without caring Junab responded or not. Sundari stroked the hair and face of her beloved husband.

Until a while, Sundari seemed to feel a deep longing. Missing his laughter, his laughter, his flirtatiousness. Junab's presence in his life was God's greatest gift.

Junab has been hospitalized for more than a week, but things are getting worse. Sundari has resigned, only prayers are always offered in every prostration. Never once did he spend the end of his night without raising his hands and hope in the Owner of Life. Only one, so that he is given another chance to feel the happiness that used to be with his small family.

"Well.aaahh..." There was a groan from Junab's lips as Sundari was sleeping on his alphabet, beside Junab's bed. Sundari blinked his eyes for a moment.

"Itahhh...!" Sundari was flabbergasted and rushed over.

"Mas. Mas. Why Mas? Is anyone sick?" Sundari touched her husband's body.

"Ohhh!" Junab cried out in pain, his face pale and sweaty, Sundari reflexively pulled his hand. He immediately tapped the call button on Junab's bed.

Before long, the sisters came and checked on Junab. His face looks panicked. But suddenly some sisters came and immediately took Junab away. Sundari was glued to where he stood.

"What's wrong mbak? What's the matter, sister? Why my husband?" Her cries were ignored by the beautiful sisters.

"Where is my husband taken? Why her?" Sundari shouted as she ran to follow her husband's departure.

"Calm Mom, we'll try our best." A nurse held back her steps. He broke down and cried himself in the hallway of the Hospital.

One hour. Two hours. Second by second he looked at. The clockwork move he could even count how many. Now his gaze turned to a door that no one had come out of. Operation Room.

"Shelf!" Finally the door opened. Sundari. He fell asleep while waiting.

"Doctor how is my husband?" Doctor memamdang sayu.

"Sorry Mom, we've tried."

JEDAR!!!

Like lightning striking in the day. Sundari fainted where he was standing.

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The small house suddenly crowded. Chairs lined up along the street and in front of the house. People are busy going in and out to say condolences.

Yes, Sundari can only sob slowly. He has lost half his soul. Junab has gone home, fetching death. Rima who was a child just looked at the passersby before him. He did not want to escape from his mother's embrace.

"What na?" Ask Rima, Where are you? Sundari just smiled and then held Rima again.

Sundari just nodded.

The process of bathing, memorizing and praying the corpse is done by their relatives who come from outside the city. They begged for permission to bury Junab in the cemetery around. Sundari no longer intended to return to his village. He will fight alone for Rima.

Three sundays. Enough for Sundari to be sad. He had to rise for his daughter. He started again opening his stall which was barely a month away. May his family remain faithful. That's hope.

Alhamdulillahot. God gave ease. Even on the first day he opened the stall, the dish ran out in 2 hours. The tiredness that is felt paid off already. Now just put the sinom that had been cooked this morning into the bottles.

"Mr... Mother Ndari..." Someone called his name from the front. Stripped he was out of the kitchen.

"Oh, Yeni. What's up Yen?"

"The trail is still mbak?"

"Exit Yen. There's some lontong noodles, will you?" Tawar Sundari's.

"Oh, I'll ask you a second, okay?"

Yeni passed. Sundari went back into the kitchen.

JEDAR!!

"God!!" Sundari jumped in shock. Instantly the handle was released from the glass bottle that was being filled with sinom.

"Astaghfirullah." He picked up the broken bottle that was scattering underneath.

"Goddessa.huwaa..." Rima was crying too hard. Perhaps he was also surprised by the sound of the lightning.

Sundari grabbed Rima and calmed her down. In the baby's cradle the kingpin came out of the house. The cloud already looks thick.

"Yes Allah. Dark dark nduk. We go in. Yes. It might be raining soon." He went back inside. Closing the stall and then moving to the room to relax with Rima. Only Rima accompanied him in this kind of sad time.

His memory goes back to a few weeks ago. Junab was buried.

"Sir, you go back to the village. What's in here? Junab is no more." Simbok sat on the side of the cots.

"No Mbok. I want to stay here. My memories are the same as Junab's here." subtly refused.

"But how will you? This themselves? The stand is not Nduk." Persuade the symbols again.

"Bismillah is not papa Mbok. I already have a stall here. I want to study independently. Does not depend on the Father and Simbok continue. Ask for blessing and ridhonya yes Mbok" he said while approaching and hugging the symbol from the side. The kids are together.

Life and death are in the hands of God. Not because of age and not health.

QS. An-Nisa':78 - "Wherever you are, death will find you, even though you are in the high fortress still strong,"

Sundari's cries broke with the heavy rain that fell that afternoon.

"Mas Junab," he groaned slowly...

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