Nun: Just Missing
Father's Anxiety

The depth of the sea can be measured, the depth of the heart who knows. Still important an excuse?

There are some things that fathers cannot tell their children. Only the parents understand that.

For sure you do not want to add to the murky atmosphere.

"Mother doesn't want me to get sick because of you." That's the only reason I put my mother in a sad tone.

"Mommy just can't hear what Ruslan and his wife are saying. Even so, I don't hate them at all." Mother said to chimed in the words of father.

"Yes no longer papa if indeed Dhika wants to pick us up. I want to see a doctor there." Said the father while playing a glass containing warm sweet tea.

"Thank God, tenan to iki? Iyo sir? thank you sir." Say mother with gratitude.

"Oh my God, thank you. You answered my prayer in a moment." She raised both her hands and rubbed them on her face.

Father made his point to Ruslan for a while staying at Dhika's house.

"Please if the father and mother want to go to Dhika's house, I just help the father's treatment."

Ruslan invites father and mother to move to Dhika's house, still in a haughty tone.

"When here the father is actually delicious. There was no need to think of all sorts, mother as well. Even though I still can't accept the kindness I've given."

I was silent, not caring about what Ruslan said. The relief of her heart from going to Dhika's house made her a little calm.

***

The sun has revealed its beautiful rays when the father of small sports, a leisurely walk around the courtyard of Ruslan's house. Ruslan was drinking coffee interspersed with the suction of his cigarette that rounded into space.

"Waduh, your wallet was left behind in the place of Yusuf, the day after yesterday the day after playing there. Please take your father there, son, later if you have time." Said the father pleading with Ruslan who was still smoking his cigarette.

"Well sir, you don't have to think of anything like that. Wallets, materials and all sorts of worldly issues sir. You don't need that."

Deegggh...

"Astaghfirullah, in the wallet there are still important letters. There's a KTP, too." My father complained in his heart.

"Oh yes, yes." You bowed listlessly. I finished my exercise and went straight into the living room, sipping my mother's sweet tea.

Mr. a little restless, sitting back and forth..

Mmmiiio....

Suddenly the chemonk wagged his tail towards the pushi. Maybe they were teased by each other seeing the scene of the father hugging the mother.

'I can't seem to linger here. Can eat the heart like this continue.," said the father in the heart.

***

"Patiently, Mom. We are all being tested by God." Said the father in his arms. His hands continued to stroke the mother's back which was getting thinner.

"Assalamu'alaikum sir, ma'am. How now father? Is it better?"

Joseph came to lunch. Mom was making omelet for them to eat that afternoon.

"You've eaten Suf? Want me to make you some instant noodles?"

"No, ma'am, Yusuf's here to take this away." Joseph showed me the wallet of the father left in his house.

"Sorry sir just had time, yesterday Yusuf there was a meeting in the office. There is a reduction in employees. Please pray, sir, ma'am. I hope Joseph doesn't get in PHK."

"Aamiin, I hope you still have a good job, son."

While the father and mother ate, Joseph picked up a banana lying on the table. His eyes were fixed on the lump of clothes lying beside the suitcase bag.

"Where are you going? That's the clothes already washed?"

"So Dhika called and asked the father to go for treatment there." Mother said while bribing her food.

"Does you want sir?" Joseph's eyes turned to his father.

He nodded his head, worried that his voice might sound like Ruslan was resting in his room.

"Alhamdulillah." Spontan Yusuf said thanks.

"You don't provoke me, I'm glad I helped." Ruslan's voice shocked everyone in the room.

"What do you mean Rus? It's better to go to the doctor, right? So that we know, what kind of sick father is he?"

"You and the others are the same. Yes please, do not blame me if anything happens," threatened Ruslan arrogantly.

"Sorry Rus, all this time I've been quiet. I owe a lot to you. But I'm your brother anyway. You should have respected me. I'll pay all my debts."

Brrraa....

Joseph kicked through the door and went straight out of Ruslan's house without saying goodbye. Emotions have surrounded their hearts. Mother and father who were enjoying their lunch were unappetizing to continue their meal.

"Istighfar son, Istighfar..." Mom screamed as she wiped the tears of pain.

We cannot measure love only from the naked eye. Loyalty and sacrifice need testing. Mother underwent test after test sincerely and steadfastly. All life is like a daily food menu with no choice.

***

"Do you really want to go to the doctor?" Ask Dhika when she arrived at a beautiful house full of colorful plants.

"Yes" replied the father briefly. His aging neutrality surrounds the view of the house he has never been to.

"Promise you don't make it up in this." Dhika ensures father's wishes.

You just shut up.

"Yes, my father and mother rest first."

Easily glue the torn paper only with glue. Glue a broken heart only with affection, love and sincerity. A deal?

A pair of clucking lizards.

Cckckckckckckck....

Thank God Dr. Atiek is good for discussion. Treatment is done in a family manner. Free to consult anything.

"It's not dangerous, Doc?" ask your father after the doctor explains what you are really experiencing.

"Yes, it will be dangerous if you do not seek treatment. Taking the medicine should also be routine sir."

Dad nodded slowly.

"But before I give you medicine, I want to ask you first, what anxiety are you feeling? Just tell me, sir, consider me a father."

***

"Alhamdulillah her doctor is good huh Dhika." Said my father one morning.

"Yes sir, this father's cough can not be cured only with herbal sir, must be with medication and regular control to the doctor." Mas Dhika tried to open his mind.

"Bronchitis is still in the early stages of the pack, not until TB. For it must be treated immediately so as not to increase the worse." Mba Laras added while bringing bread and warm tea for father and mother.

Mom's coughing small.

"Mothers have also started coughing, from now on wear masks. Throw his sputum in the hole WC can not be careless because it is contagious." Dhika.

"Sorry sir, the cutlery plate and the glass must be separated." Laras.

'I'm just because the stomach acid goes up so I cough. That's the cure a gastric medicine.' denied the father in the heart.

"Mr don't take it personally." Laras continued as if knowing the contents of the father's heart.

"Yes already, sir, just follow." Follow him with a little tinge.

Two days later, I got along with the new routine. A week turned out to be enough time for you to reflect on everything.

"Pak sunbathing here sir, got the morning sun. Don't sleep on." Bring Dhika.

"Yo sir, here talk to the neighbors so that the mind does not crumble inside continue." Mom also invited my dad.

He walked slowly, sitting in the garden. Among the blooming flowers. Dhika watering flower plants, fresh and fragrant fragrant.

Mom coughed and vomited several times.

"Astaghfirullah. mas Dhika, mother's sputum has blood." Mba Laras said half-screaming.

Dhika instantly threw out a hose in her grasp. Run towards the mother and see the blood in the tissue on the mother's hand.

"Mommy's coughing is bleeding." Baras repeated his words.

"Let's go to the doctor!" Dhika Seru.

"No, son, I'm not papa."

"Should be checked immediately ma'am." Laras.

"You're the one who's on medication, you don't need a son yet."

"Mother.mom should also seek treatment. Can you get it from your father?" Dhika spoke in a cautious tone.

He looked towards mother. Mom's coughing again.

Getting old is sure. But undergoing old age with a healthy body condition or sickly is an option.

***

"Dhika, it feels like you've had enough trouble here." My father said that one night.

"Loh, why sir? Father same mother does not bother us.' said Dhika.

"Yes, sir, we're glad you're here." Soluble Sahut.

"Sorry sir, if we like to rebuke you. Because we want you and your mom to be healthy." Said Dhika again.

'Yes, I really don't want to be regulated' whispered the father in heart.

"Father wants to go home tomorrow" said the father.

"Well.. but sir, what's sudden? You and I still need doctor's control."

"Will be back again." Father, like a little boy whining.

"And it's only two days left, sir, for control." Laras.

"You think it's enough, I want to go home tomorrow.'

"Why sir, all of a sudden. Did anyone offend you?"

"No, I'm going home tomorrow. Point"

'O Allah, why is my father so hard.' Dhika lamented in his heart.

It is not patience if you have limits. And it is not sincerity if you still feel pain.

Is that what Dhika feels about her father?