
The night is getting quieter. The Loso family has returned. Plan to go home in the afternoon, but finally mollor until after isa. Kids are chatting. It has been almost two years they have not met because of the pandemic. After Maghrib had also had a video call with budhe Nining. Mutually strengthen. Same - same get heavy trials. May all be strong and patient.
It's only 9pm, but I see the kids are asleep. I'll leave the television on, I'll move into the room. My back feels like it's all pegel... Well the name old bone ... if sleep is not dialasi mattress then the bone will protest he he he....
I put my body on the bed, even if it's old but it feels comfortable. I read a short letter that I memorized while hoping to get a quick sleep tonight. It's eleven o'clock at night. I got up, wanted to take the wudzu water and pray. I say a prayer, I give it all to God. Ask for the best way forward for me and the kids.
Alhamdulillaah, after the quiet heart prayer, I closed my eyes and slept. Actually every night I sleep alone. Mas Win chose to sleep in a long chair made of bamboo (the Javanese say "slipper") in front of the television. Sometimes if he needs to be in the room. That too rarely. For three months he did not go to the room. Even from the beginning we were married, unlike the stories of people, who said that the newlyweds were always sticky, like stamps, where - where the two, the road - the road and so on.... not with us.... We're matched. After we got married, we slept in our own homes because our parents were just as sick. I'm the only child, while my father's been dead since I was a kid, so I'm the only one who's been a mainstay of my mother's sick receipt. As for Mas Win, his mother had already died a month before we got married. Since then, his father has been sick. Actually at that time all brothers Win gathered, stayed over. But you want to sleep accompanied by Win. If there is no Win, you will scream while crying. Let us sleep in each other's homes.
It lasted for a month, until my mother died. After that, I moved to the house mas Win. All the brothers Win have returned to their homes. But Pakdhe Loso once a week definitely come to see the father. While Budhe Nining has resigned to Win mas.
"Yes, it's okay. Let me be the same Tina who takes care of you. Jenengan just looking for a lot of money .. make snacks I he he"
That's how I and Win ended up taking care of my father. But we slept separately. Win slept with my father. But our relationship is getting better. Although it is indeed mas Win the person is quiet, so we only chat as necessary. After a month of living in the house of Win, my father passed away. After the funeral, Mas Win fainted. The body's hot. Pakdhe Larto advised Win to be scraped and then rest in the room. That afternoon was the first time I took care of Win. I peed and then I pijitin until he went to sleep. During the Maghrib, he woke up briefly, prayed, ate, took medicine and then slept again. While I help budhe Nining and the neighbors prepare dishes for tahlilan.
After the tahlilan event, I woke up Win mas to pray isa. After that we gathered with his brothers and sisters mas Win in the front room to chat. But just for a moment, Pakdhe Loso told us to rest in the room to really recover. And that night was our first night.