MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 27 I'M NOT MISSING

This morning we are getting ready to go home. I am still traumatized by the incident when leaving, do not want to reach the road again.

I set my alarm at four in the morning. Let's take a shower, pray at dawn and get ready. While Arka was still curled up in a blanket.

I woke him up, after the dawn prayer. But instead of waking up, he slipped more and more in the blanket.

I pull the blanket. He could grumble. Then without me thinking, he pulled my body. I almost fell on his body.

He seems to have forgotten that I am two now. So do not think the risk, if I fall into a position with my stomach below.

"Mas! My stomach!" my yelling.

"Oh sorry dear. I forgot. You do, just disturb the sleeping mas" replied Mas Arka. Then she immediately hugged my waist and kissed my stomach.

"What time is it? He said he was leaving early in the morning" I said, stroking his head.

"But not early in the morning, is it, baby?" replied Arka, and then she went back to sleep.

I let out my breath. Arka is sometimes difficult to wake up, if you are on vacation.

Yeah, I'll get ready first. Our carry-on luggage. By the whole thing. Even though later still want to stop by the gift shop as well. It will be fuller the car.

We buy a lot of things. Because my mother-in-law asked me to buy you a cloth and a batik shirt. Not to mention the order from my former boss. His wife, mba Siska asked to buy a batik negligee.

She's pregnant again. Her first child, just a few months ago, was born. He said let them get tired.

Ih, if I don't want to. I want to focus on one child first. Although Arka mas want to have many children.

I agree. But not like the soap opera chasing airing too. Every year giving birth.

I sorted through the batik. Let it later when you get home, just stay nganter-nganterin.

Six o'clock in the morning. Arka is still not moving. I, who was just finished with my activities, approached him again.

I shake his shoulder. Only the sound of the heem was coming out of his mouth. His eyes are not open yet.

"Mas, let's get up. It's six o'clock" I said a little annoyed. From the fifth hour I woke up. Still ah uh, ah uh.

I shake his shoulder even tighter. He just opened his eyes a little. Wait, how else should I wake him up?

Instead of me spraining myself, I just went out of the room. I grabbed my wallet, just in case I want to buy something outside. The way itself. Mumpung is still in Jogja. I want to enjoy the air in the morning.

I went downstairs, in the elevator. Because the doctor said, I don't go up and down the stairs. Not good for my body.

Downstairs, it still looks quiet. Only a few hotel staff were busy here. And some cleaning service is doing its job.

I walked into the lobby. A receptionist greeted me kindly. I also nodded with a smile.

I kept walking. Exit the hotel area. I'm standing on the side of the road. Suddenly a rickshaw driver approached me.

He offered me a walk to malioboro, by riding his rickshaw.

I plainly asked the rickshaw driver.

"In the morning Malioboro is already crowded sir?" my many.

"Sampun mom. Many take a morning walk there. Monggo" replied the rickshaw, letting me ride his pedicab.

He slightly raised the back of his rickshaw, to make the front rather low. And I'm easier to ride.

After I was in the passenger seat, the old man pedaled his pedal.

"Sweep ma'am" replied the polite rickshaw man. He continued to paddle his rickshaw slowly.

Along the way, the old man told me a story. Like a tour guide, he told us the names of the roads we passed.

The distance between the hotel where I stayed with Malioboro was quite far. And the old man purposely took me through a slightly twisted street. He said to be satisfied with riding his tricycles.

I just according. Because in addition to the streets are not too crowded, the air is still quite fresh.

Too bad I forgot to bring my phone. So I can't capture some of the historical places I've been through.

Arriving in Malioboro, the old man offered me, to continue riding his pedicab, or just want to walk.

Because many people walk, I choose to walk. After I paid the fare, I immediately walked down the streets of Malioboro.

Earlier, the old man said, he would return to his place to stop. Let him take me back to the hotel. I nodded, too, saying yes.

I began to blend in with the other pedestrians. Said the person who happened to walk next to me, this is indeed a pedestrian area. Special pedestrian. So we are more comfortable walking, without being disturbed by motor vehicles. At certain hours, motor vehicles are prohibited from passing Malioboro road.

Somewhat tired of walking, I sat on the bench provided along the streets. I saw, some andongs that had already started operating.

What a very cool sight to the eyes. Andong drivers wearing blangkons. It was like living in the kingdom.

Actually, I want to go up andong too. But don't know where to go. I am still blind about the world.

I walk again. Still down the streets of Malioboro. Until not felt, I arrived in front of the Beringharjo market. It was far away too, apparently I was walking.

Thirsty and hungry, I sat on a bench belonging to a gudeg merchant. I also ordered a serving of gudeg suwir rice.

For a few days in Jogja, we always had a gudeg rice breakfast. It doesn't feel boring. So Nagih. Moreover, the super soft chicken suwiran. Sweetness. It fits on my tongue.

Finished with my breakfast, I intend to return to the original place. But I saw some funny cow bell-like toy. I also approached the merchant.

Being interested in the shape, I intend to buy some fruit. I can do it later, too, I thought.

After that, I hurried to walk again. Because I don't want to be found by my husband. I could not wait. And I don't bring a phone either.

It was a long way away to walk back to where it was. I want to go up andong, but I promised the driver to come back again. He was afraid he was waiting for me.

In front of a mall, my legs cramp. I'm looking for an empty bench, make a break. My stomach feels good too. Maybe because I finished eating, go back.

I also chose to sit down first. My legs and stomach are normal again. After that, I walked again.

I got to the place where I came down from the rickshaw, I looked for the old man. But didn't find it.

Finally, I looked for another rickshaw to take me to the hotel. On the road, I asked the driver what time it was. It was eight o'clock.

Wow, they must have been getting ready. Or maybe they were confused looking for me. I asked the driver, a little quick to paddle.

Arriving in front of the hotel, I immediately got down and paid the fare. I rushed to my room too.

Arriving in front of the room, I intend to open the door. But the door is locked. I tried to knock it, no answer.

I turned to Yola's room. I knocked on it, same. No one opens. Where are they at? When I was staying? Thought.

I went down again too. Heading to reception. Who knows if there is a message for me.

Getting there, I was told by the receptionist that my party was looking for me. I thought I disappeared.

I told the receptionist. I'm just going for a little walk mba. I'm not missing.